Being the girl in disguise (ON HOLD)

Chapter Two

I can't believe that I had won again.. After all those writing autographs, and picture takings, I finally packed up my bag and left.

Then I tied my hair up in a bun and put my hoodie on; As I slung my bag on my shoulder, I walked towards the exit and went home.

-At home-

Opening the door silently and slowly, I checked if my family was home.. and good thing that they weren't back yet. 

I sighed tiredly and ran upstairs to my room.

I opened the door quickly and it made a small squeaking sound.. which needs to be fixed as soon as possible.

I threw my bag lazy on my bed and hid the trophy in a secret box where only, I know. 

What? I'm a girl full of secrets that no one knows yet.

-Next day-

I was sitting in class, listening to our math teacher while I wrote down every time he explained something.

Suddenly, I got distracted by a piece of paper that was thrown on my table, I took and opened it, It read 'Hi :) how are you?' 

I curiously looked around and saw.. Lance smiling at me. 

I'm guessing it was from him.

I smiled back at him and then tore a piece of paper from my notebook and replied saying, 'Hi.. :P I'm fine.. you?' and threw it to him.

Gladly our teacher was really concentrating on what he was doing and didn't even notice us.

I looked over to Lance and saw him put both his thumbs up and mouthed 'I'm good too.'

I admit, me and Him aren't really close.. but at least we're getting there.. I think?

I replied with a smile and we both started to pay attention to our teacher before he even sees us.

*Riiing riiing*

Saved by the bell, finally!

I shoved my stuffs back in my bag, not bothering arranging them.. I then stood up and walked over to the door.

"Wait up." A familiar voice said from behind.

I turned around, my hair flying away gracefully, and I saw who it was.. Lance. 

I took a step back as I saw who it was, I was trying to avoid eye contact and immedialty looked down the shiny floor tiles.

"Hi." I uttered to say. I wasn't so sure of what I was going to say nor what he wanted.

"You dropped this." He said and handed me my book. It was my book which I write down every dance I make up.

Please do not tell me he read it. I'm screwed.

"Don't worry, I didn't open or even read it." He said as if he read my mind and gave me a smile.

"Thanks. I didn't know I dropped it." I said shyly and took my book from his soft hands.

"You're welcome." He replied and chuckled lightly.

The atmosphere between us suddenly became 'awkward' which was very, very uncomfortable for me. 

I started twirling my hair with my fingers, biting and chewing my lips. (Which I always do whenever I'm nervous or anything)

I glanced over at the wall clock and checked what time it was. Gladly, this class will be my last class for today, and it's Saturday tomorrow. I can't wait to go the studio and dance.