Kiss Under the Moonlight (SND Series Book #2)

Prologue

A U B R E Y

I hang up the phone and slam it down on the table. There goes another end of a relationship. Sometimes I wonder why I keep trying. I already know how it's going to end. With me having a broken heart.

I push my hair out of my face in frustration. I don't have time for this right now. I need to practice on some dance moves for my dance recital. Anyways, it'll help me forget about the break up.

I take the ballet bar and start doing my stretches. I stretch out my leg on the bar, and reach for the tips of my toes. The pull of the muscles in my arms makes me cringe in pain, but I ignore it. 

I continue stretching for the next couple of minutes, until the alarm on my phone starts ringing. Letting me know that I have done my hour of practicing. I turn it off, and start to pack up my things.

I pick up my phone and see several messages from the bastard that broke up with me not too long ago. I roll my eyes and put my phone on silent. He breaks up with me and now he wants to "talk" about things. I've had experience with guys like him, so I know that "talking" with him is going end badly.

I stuff my phone in my purse, and walk out of the dance studio. The sound of cars horns and music playing loudly from them fills the streets of New York City. The city that never sleeps. I hum along to one of the songs that is playing as I walk to my apartment around the corner. 

New York City has been a huge part of my life, since I was born and raised here. My dad is one of the top lawyers here, and my mom is an OBGYN at NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital. With the money their jobs are making, we have been able to make it through the busy city. 

Dance is my life. I have been dancing since I was in kindergarten. In middle school, I danced at the school's talent show, and won first prize. When I got that prize, I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. A professional dancer. After coming to that conclusion, I have been taking dance class to complete that dream.

Throughout my school years, I was more focused on dancing than school. Which caused me to constantly get stopped from dancing, because of my bad grades.

In high school, my grades went from bad to horrible. I went from getting A's and B's, to getting D's and E's. Once my parents had found out how bad I was doing in school, they immediately got me a tutor. That was when I first fell in love. 

His name was Marcus Goodwin. He was a senior, so he was two years older than me. After all these years I still remember what he looked like. Bright blue eyes, light brown hair, tan skin, and a small mole on the center of his right cheek. Once I laid eyes on him, I knew I was gone for him. I knew I was so deep that if he asked me to rob a store for him, I would do it. I was a sophomore though. I didn't know how to express those feelings to him because I was embarrassed about them myself. So I just pushed them back.

One day, during our tutor session, my mom had went into labor with my sister. She had left me alone with Marcus, because she trusted him.

While he was helping me study, I had decided to take the chance, and admit my feelings to him. After I told him how I was feeling, he just laughed at me. Right in my face. I had never felt so humiliated before in my life. 

Feeling heartbroken, I kicked him out. I remember crying into my pillow for about an hour, until my older brother came home from football practice. He had knew about my feelings for Marcus, so when he found out what happened he was beyond pissed. Even though he wanted to beat the shit out of Marcus, he stayed by my side and comforted me.

After that I avoided falling in love, and started focusing back on my schoolwork and dancing. After I graduated high school, I decided to try dating again, and that's how I started having many relationships. 

I walk up the stairs to my modern apartment. With my parents having jobs that pay them a lot of money, they didn't want me to live in a run down apartment. So they bought me an apartment that's in the fancy part of New York City. The apartment was too expensive for my liking, but they insisted and paid off all the bills for me.

I pull out my key and insert it in the lock. I unlock the door, and immediately kick off my shoes and throw my stuff on the floor. I'll pick it up later. Right now I need a shower. A nice long one. 

I lock the front door, and head upstairs. I walk into the bathroom, and start stripping my clothes off. I throw them in the dirty clothes basket, and head towards the shower. I turn the water on, and put my hand under the spray. When I feel the water is warm enough, I step in. 

I stand under the spray, letting the warm water relieve the slight pain I'm feeling. After washing up, and rising off, I step out. Cold air suddenly hits me. I shiver and I quickly dry off with a towel. I wrap the towel around my body, and step out of the bathroom.

I walk into my bedroom, and head towards my dresser. I take out a pair of white lace panties, my NYFA shirt, and a pair of joggers . I slip those on, and look at myself in the mirror and smile. As many break ups I have had, I have never let them slow me down. At first I would be heartbroken and cry all day, but now I've become so used to it that I show no emotion when a guy breaks my heart. I just move on in life.

Though sometimes I wonder when I will find "the one". I know he has to be out there somewhere, but I just can't find him. I feel like I have dated half the guys in New York, but none of them have been "the one."

I sigh at the thought. One day I'll find my prince. I just have to keep looking, but right now I'm going to start focusing on me.

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A/N: Here is book 2 of the SND series! I am excited to write this book, because I've been thinking about it a lot since the last few chapters of Serendipity Next Door. 

I hope you guys will love this book like you did to the last one. Trust and believe the feels will be coming soon in this book. 

Enjoy, and I will see you in chapter one!

-Lisa ♥