Dancer With A Story

The Plan

All I could think about was that awful break up. The only thing I could hear the teacher say was "blah, blah, blah". I took a peek at the clock. 3:27. Only 3 more minutes and then I can go cry in my room. I really just wanted to dance this whole thing off but I'm positive there was no song in the world that could compare to my situation. Maybe Emergency by Paramore. No, it's an upbeat song. Photograph by Ed Sheeran. No, it has nothing to do with my situation. I put my pen in between my teeth. Think Alice think. Chandlier by Sia. No, that's about a drinking problem. Say Something by A Great Big World and Christina Aguilera. No, Adam would never say anything to me ever again because of how angry I was. Jealous by Nick Jonas. Jealous. Jealous. Maybe I could make Adam Jealous. I don't know any guys that would even want to pretend with me. Most of my guy friends find me...not a girl friend type of girl. The bell rang and I was immediately snapped out of my thoughts. I grabbed my bag and walked back to my dorm. I fell backwards on to my bed. Who could I use to make Adam jealous. He has to be adorable. He has to make me laugh. I told Adam the type of guys I'm usually into when we first met so maybe I could get a guy that meets up to those expectations. He has to be a ginger and have blue eyes. He has to be hilarious and a great listner. He needs to understand what my idea of revenge is. He needs to compliment me but not a lot. Where do I know a guy like that though? I sat up in my bed and thought. Wait...Cal is ginger and he has blue eyes. He complimented me once and he listened to me when I told him about my break up. He high fived me when I told him about what I did to Adam at the restaurant. I dug through my bag for my phone. I dialed his number and crossed my fingers that he would answer. After the first ring he answered. "Alice?" He asked. "Yeah it's me...how did you know it was me?" I asked putting my phone between my ear and my shoulder. "I definitely wasn't waiting next to my phone for you to call me...seriously I wasn't. I was on Twitter when you called so I just decided to answer it and I had you in my contact list as Alice so..." He trailed off a little. "OK...can you come over?" I crossed my fingers again. "Sure. What is you're dorm number?" He said. "34. Thanks because I really need to talk to you about something. Well I'm going to go get changed because I smell like school which is not a good smell" I got off my bed and went into my bathroom. OK Bye" I heard him chuckle before I hung up. Now I have to look presentable and this will be easy.

After a shower I was sitting on my bed waiting in a green tank top and light blue shorts. I was staring at the lime green converse that were on my feet. I heard a knock on my door. I climbed out of my bed and opened the door. "Hey Cal" I said smiling. "Come in". He walked into my room and I looked around the hallway to see if anyone saw him come in here. The hallways were clear. I closed the door. "You look great. So, what's up?" Cal asked looking up at me. "I need to ask you for a favor" I said smirking. "What is it?" He seemed a bit nervous. "I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend so I can make my ex jealous" I crossed my arms. He slowly stood up and began walking towards the door. "Where are you going?" I stood in front of the door. "No way. I'm not making some guy jealous. Why do you even want to make him jealous? He's a jackass who dumped you for someone else". "I want to show him that I'm not going to sit in my room moping about our breakup" I explained. "But that's exactly what you're doing" He tried to move around me. No way was I going to let him leave. "Will you do it if I go on a real date with you after I'm satisfied with how jealous he is?" I crossed my fingers. He was quiet for moment. "Fine but not because I want to go on a date with you, I just want free food" He went to go sit back down my bed. "OK good. Lesson one, Always be making me laugh". "That's easy". "Then tell me a joke". "I don't have a joke for right now but I can make you laugh by tickling you". "I'm not ticklish". He reached out towards me and rubbed his fingers across my stomach lightly. I twitched underneath his fingers tips. "You are ticklish". He spoke quietly. "No I'm not". He pushed his fingers across my stomach more roughly this time. I let out a small laugh. I looked down at him by my stomach. He just sat there for a moment. After a minute he pushed me backwards on my bed and began tickling me. I tried to sit up but my stomach was hurting from laughing so hard. I tried kicking him but my kicks weren't doing anything. He stopped suddenly and I was left laying there breathless. "Still not ticklish?" He asked sarcastically. "You're an ass". I straddled his lap. He looked a little shocked at first but he eventually relaxed. "What are you doing?" He asked looking up at me. "I want to know something Cal" I said softly. "What?". "Why did you agree to make my boyfriend jealous when I said I would go on a date with you? Seriously this time" I asked. "I don't know" He said quietly. He rubbed his finger tips on my legs. Glad I wore shorts. Wait, why did I have that thought? That's freaky. We were quiet for a minute, just staring at each other. I broke the silence. "Now it's time to see if you're ticklish"