One In A Million

xix

In the middle of an Uno game with the boys, my phone rang, playing Pretty Girl Rock. The song made the boys laugh. I sneered and answered it. I quit looking at the I.D. because I have to answer anyway, part of the job.

"Yello? L. J. here." I cradled the phone between my shoulder and jaw as I flipped a Take Four onto the table. Harry wacked my arm but I stuck my tongue out.

"Hi! This is Ross." he replied.

I nodded, "Ross! Should I know you?"

He chuckled, "Ross Lynch."

My jaw, and cards, hit the floor that instant.

"I'm your dance coach." he added.

"What about Rosero?" I asked, shushing Louis.

"He's still your choreographer, I'm just your coach for the day. Plus, you can help me learn some of your moves!"

I giggled, "I'm not sure that's necessary. So, why are you calling today?"

"Mr. Cowell-"

I snickered. I called him Uncle Simon.

"Wanted us to meet now. This way, it won't be awkward when we perform at the ball on Friday!" he whooped, along with some other voices in the back.

I screamed, "No way!"

"Yeah way! He said it was your biggest dream to perform with us, so ta-da!" he laughed, a slapping noise heard in the background.

I choked on air at this. I never thought it would happen, "O-o-okay, when and where do you want to meet?"

He calmed down a bit to talk to me, "Meet me at the building on High Way. Room 184."

I nodded, "Okay! Can I bring some people?"

I had to ask, the boys silently plead.

"Sure! Anyone! I need to bring Rocky anyway."

"Shut up!" I yelled.

He chuckled, then another voice came on, "Dude! Who's your favorite!"

"Hey, Ratliff! Um, Ross or Rydel." I answered.

Ross and a female whooped in the background.

"Okay, Ross. I'll meet you there." I hung up and finished the hand with the boys.

"I won!" Harry laughed.

I stood up and grabbed my phone, "Good for you! I need the shower!"

We all did. The storm of feet and hands trying to touch that doorknob was astounding. But I won. With endless pounding on the doors, I just smirked as the water ran down my spine and bleach-blonde hair.

"Victory is sweet, no?" I yelled out the door.

They grumbled and walked off. Funny how they do things simultaneously.

I finished showering and made faces in the mirror while my hair dried. With a towel around my chest, I bolted from the bathroom to my room, passing Harry and Niall. Me leaving caused the two of them to fight for the bathroom. I believe Niall won.

I yelled out my door that Harry was a wimp and he told me to shut up.

I laughed and dried my hair before putting it into a bun. Since it was dance, short clothes were a good option. On went a loose black top and dance shorts over black and white graffiti tights.

I packed my normal bag and slung it over my shoulder, then laced up Union Jack Converse.

By the time I had eaten lunch and stretched, the boys were ready and out the door.