What Can Be

Chapter 2

"Hey, Jack." I smile as I open the door, staring into his chocolate brow eyes. His jawline is sharp, along with his other chiseled features. He immediately smiles back, revealing his perfect teeth. His shirt clings to his perfectly toned body and I just bite my cheek so I don't smile like an idiot in front of him.

"Do you have any place in mind?" Jack asks me, I shrug my shoulders a bit,

"Raven, where the hell is my phone?" Ryan storms into the room.

"Who's that?" Jack asks,

"Hold on," I tell Jack, "Ryan can you please give me a minute alone? Ask Sage." I roll my eyes as Ryan smirks and begins walking over to me,

"Oh, look at this. Whose this, Raven?" I turn back to Jack, apologetically.

"This is Jack, he's uh... Someone I met a couple weeks ago..." I stammer and I see Jack hiding a smile.

"Okay well if he comes home tonight, don't be too loud, close the door, and use protection. Okay?"

"Ryan. Get your ass over here and stop messing with Raven." I hear Sage call from the other room. I laugh a tiny bit.

"We should go before everyone comes out here..." I smile at him and he nods, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I feel his muscles surround me and I can't help but catch my breath as we leave. "I'm really sorry about them, they're my roommates." I roll my eyes.

"You live with a guy?" He asks, a bit concerned,

"Oh, yeah. But he's like a brother to me." I always hate how I have to explain my living situation to all the guys I bring around here. We pass by our new neighbors room. His door is open and I hear him somewhere inside, shuffling around boxes. I can't help but peer inside a bit, still curious.

So anyway, he takes me to a nice little coffee shop with the absolute best sandwiches and we sit down to eat. There's nice vintage decorations all around and I take a bite of my sandwich.

"So what do you have going on at 6?" He asks, casually.

"Oh, I'm teaching a class. Lyrical jazz." He smiles to himself a bit,

"What?" I ask, worried about what I said. He chuckles and looks down,

"Nothing." He draws tiny circles on the table with his finger,

"What?" I demand, making him laugh more.

"I just find dancers extremely attractive, that's all." I bite my lip and look down.

"Oh." That's all I can say. I'm sure I'm blushing, so I keep my head down.

"What type of dance do you do, anyway?"

"Everything." I respond as I take a sip of my iced coffee. "I excel in lyrical jazz, but I do hip hop and ballet, too." He nods his head, smiling at me. I honestly can't stand how damn attractive he looks with his brown hair and white teeth.

"You know, I happen to be an extremely good slow dancer." He raises an eyebrow and smirks at me.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, I should teach you sometime." I bite my lip and smirk at him,

"Yeah, I'd like that." He laughs and finishes his sandwich.

"Just tell me when you're not too busy with your other dance. I'll be there." He winks at me, sending a shiver down my spine.

We then get up and walk back to his car. He drives me back to my apartment and we stay in the car for a bit, just talking. There's a low in the conversation before he finally speaks up,