Society Killed My Lover

Chapter 1

Dancing is not a sport, its an art, its a way of life. I've been dancing since I was 3 years old starting with ballet until I was 9, then moving on to higher levels and different tipes of dancing like contemporarie, jazz and pop. Dancing is everything I've ever worked for.
I've known what I wanted to do since I was seven years old, I would go to school but dancing would remain my number one priority. And when I finish school I will go to the North Caroline School of the Arts. The first time I heard about the school was when I was a kid. My mum was taking me to a ballet class but we got there early. As I watched the older girls rehearse I saw a poster on the board about an open day for the North Caroline School of Arts. The girls dancing in the poster looked so peaceful and serene, I had never been so bewildered by a static dance in my life. My mum and I began to do our research about the school, I went to visit a few times and every time it was more enchanting than the last. But after my mum got sick thinking about anything that we shared made me so upset that I quit dancing for a year. After I got my head right and realised that my mum would never want me to quit something I loved so much I rejoined my dancing class. But being so far behind in my last year of school has me at a disadvantage. I have less time than ever to do anything other than school work and dance.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love to dance just about anywhere, but clubs aren't really my thing. However, thanks to Mia's brilliant skills to convince me and after a couple of shots, I don't seem to care.

Being a dancer means you know how to feel the music, you know how to move to the rhythm. And dancing up there on the dance floor was like nothing I had felt before. I don't know if it was the drinks or the heat, but I could feel a fire burning inside of me that made me move in ways I had never before. I could feel the energy inside of me, moving from one extremedy of my body to the other.

It's obvious that when you go out in a black mini skirt with a top that shows half your boobs, you attract some attention.
Wile I was dancing, paying no attention to my souroundings, some guy came real close to me and started dancing. I still was paying no attention. He started putting his hands on my waist, and went lower. He put one of his hands under my skirt and it wasn't until I felt something inside of me that I realised what was happening. I immediately pushed him away. My heart was pounding. I had been completely spaced out. The guy tried to come closer, and I was going to push him away someone else intervened.
I couldn't hear anything they said because of the music, but it didn't take long for the first guy to punch the second guy. Everyone who was near us backed away. The second guy was on the floor and I got down to help him. I could hear this time what the other guy had said, when he turned I jumped on him and struggled with him until he pushed me to the ground. I tried hitting him when two strong hands pulled me back and lifted me over a big muscular shoulder.
The trip from the dance floor to the door that led outside was bumpy making me feel queezy. I remember colors, music, and then my feet hitting the ground. When I could finally see straight I realised the first guy wasn't outside.

"You okay? " I heard a voice say. Deep and smooth. I then looked at him for the first time. He had dark hair, brown eyes, slim face, small freckles you could only see if you looked closely. Apart from his now black eye, he was quite handsome.

"Are you okay?" He asked again in a worried tone.

"Yes" I said after realising I was sitting on the street with blood on my nucels and puke next to me.

"Is this mine?" I asked shocked.

"The blood or the vomit?"

"Both" I said wondering how I managed to black out for only a few minutes.

"Yours probably, you did fall down pretty hard"