New York tale (Ian Eastwood fanfic)

Chapter 2- The dance Class

He turned around and looked at me, "Excited?". "yea, I am. I'm not a rookie though, I got moves" I stuck my tongue out at him and shook my head. he rolled his eyes at me "yea yea just learn from the master", i cocked up my eyebrow "pfft by the end of the class, you'll be learning from me" he now stood in front of me, looking down in my eyes, blocking the entrance to the room where "wet the bed" was playing. I could see Brian practicing with his crew.

"Hey uhm , you mind, sorta wanna get into the class, ok thanks." Ian wouldn't move though. "You, play nice okay, be a good girl." He waved his index finger at me and talked to me like i was 5. "Ian I'm not a kid , I'm 17 I can handle myself, now move" I poked his chest and he grabbed my index finger, swingging my right hand. "whats the magic word" he sang. I put on my valley girl voice and smiled "Ian move right now before i kick you in the balls". He laughed and let go of my hand, going into the room and meeting Brian.

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-Ian's P.O.V-

Wow, I bumped into this beautiful girl. Gorgeous hair and eyes, cutest laugh, amazing smile, funny and definitely not like other girls I've met. She already makes me laugh, its like I've known her for years. I look at her for a moment. Damn I'm really glad I met you. I got up to Brian and shake hands. "wussup bro? you got on those googly eyes like you met a bangin girl", I looked at him smiling and blushing. "I did, she's over there, I point to the door, where she was watching the guys dance and she looked over at me, wanting to know if it was okay to come in, I nodded and waved at her. She began to walk over, it was so cute the way her hair bounced at each step she took.

"Brian, this is Chelsea, Chelsea, Brian" they shook hands and she smiled. "Nice to meet you Brian. I love all your choreography, I've been teaching myself the choreo to yours and Ian's dances" "ah so you'll be familiar with wet the bed, no lie and Ian is going to do Little things and enough said"."That's perfect cause I do know the choreo for them". "cool, that's great, you wanna go practice for a bit?" I asked. "sure, lets start, it was nice to meet you..I'm gonna go get my bag, okay?". "sure, I'll meet you there in a minute." I said. She walked to the door to get her bag and proceeded to walk to the corner.

"wow Ian, she really is beautiful, how'd you meet?" Brian laid his hand om my shoulder. "she bumped into me on the street outside of Starbucks and we hung out for a little..and she's single" I winked at Brian and laughed. "haha aww you little freak, go dance with yo gurl, go head" he laughed and shoo'ed me away. She was stretching and running through some choreography. damn she was so cute.

I walked over to her, "hey". she stopped and looked at me with a smile, "hey". we began to run through the dance pieces and we were perfectly in sync. She really was good. I turned to her and asked,"you ready?" I asked. "hmm sorta as long as I don't have to dance infront of the class", she sighed. "well you are...perform the "litttle things" piece with me" I asked. her eyes got big for a second and she began to stutter. "I-I..In front of everyone? are you sure?" she questioned."yea, You're really good. cmon it'll be fine..pleaseee?" I pouted and she sighed in defeat "ugh fine, sure I'll do it" "yay!" I threw my hands in the air and we laughed again.

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It was 4:00pm and class was almost over. I had a lot of fun and saw Chelsea's amazing talent, she had learned the choreography well. I wanted to do one last performance, the "little things" piece with Chelsea. "Hey Chels, you ready for the "little things" dance. "She looked up at me, placing her rag on her bag. "Yup, start the music when you're ready". I smiled and told Brian to start the song. We got ready for the start of the song, waited for the exact beat to start. Just like before, we hit every move in sync, and it was perfect. At the end of the class we all bowed down in front of the class. The class finally ended and some people asked for pictures and started to leave. I looked around for Chelsea, she was crouched down by her bag, she answered her phone and stood up.

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-Chelsea's P.O.V- 

 I checked my phone to see that I hat 10 text messages and 6 missed calls, all from the same damn person, Justin. The phone rang again in my hands. "Ugh" I picked it up.  

"Hello?" 

Justin: why didn't you answer any of my texts or my calls?  

Me: I was busy, why? 

Justin: I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out. What were you doing? 

Me: I went to dance class, I'm gonna hang out with my friend 

Justin: who? Sam? 

Me: no, someone else you don't know. 

Justin: who else? 

Me: just someone I met, why are you so worried? 

Now I'm getting annoyed, why is he asking so many questions and texting so much? 

Justin: I just...wanna know, is it that big of a secret? 

Me: his name is Ian Eastwood okay 

I stood up and turned around to see Ian watching me, I held up my index finger to tell him to give me a minute. I walked into the hallway and out of the studio. I walked around the building standing near the corner. I leaned back on the wall and heard some typing on the other  line. 

Justin: you mean mos wanted dancer...hip hop dancer Ian Eastwood???? 

Me: um yea..wait did you really just google him right now?? 

Justin:...I might have..chels I just wanna know you're safe, not with a potential murderer or kidnapper okay. How the hell did you meet him? 

Me: I bumped into him on the street and we talked and hung out then I went to his class. 

Justin: Sooo you're just gonna hang out with a guy you just met today...what about tomorrow?  

Me: yes that is exactly what I'm gonna do and I don't know probably, he's really cute and nice an- 

I thought back to his dancing and his cute smile and laugh 

Justin: you already like this guy??? What has he done for you? You guys don't even know each other, chels what about us? The necklace I gave you, all the time we spent together... 

Me: whoa pause.. We're not even together, you're still confused, you probably still like Samantha. Don't start getting all protective and jealous. If you really liked me you would've said something a while ago. Yea I might like him. 

Justin: you're still my bestfriend though...I- 

Me: okay Justin I'm not having this conversation now. Maybe I'll see you this weekend, or next week, bye. 

And with that I hung up on him. I turned around the corner to walk back to the studio and saw Ian looking at me, slightly confused and worried. Was he listening to my conversation the whole time?