After shopping with Tiffany, I head home and hop in shower real quick. When I get out I blow my hair out and go into my room pickin out an outfit. I end up picking some white adidas joggers a yellow adidas crop pull over and my yellow black and white adidas. When I'm finishes I grab my phone, keys and purse and head out. ...
I pull into the parking lot and get out. I walk into this amazing looking dance studio and go towards the front desk.
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The receptionist looks up at me and smiles. I smile back.
"How may I help you" she asks
"I'm here for the afternoon class. I have to meet with ..." I look at the paper I had written the information on. "..Amaya Clark" she turns to her computer and types a couple times then looks back at me.
"Mila? " she asks.
"Yes"
"Follow me " she says getting up from behind the desk. She leads me down the hallway to a open floor room. Which looks amazing as well. This girl has taste. The receptionist tells me to wait in here. As I wait I start playing Exchange-BrysonTiller and do lil freestylin since I'm alone. As I'm dancing everything just starts to fade away like it's just me and the music. But then I feel someone grab my hips, pulling me back to reality. I realize that whoever it is is dancing with me. And flowing with me perfectly, almost like we've practiced. It feels so right. So when I turn to look at them through the mirror I see the girl from the mall and turn facing her. My heart starts to race.
"Crazy you beautiful and you can dance I'm lovin it right now. " I look away blushing. She steps closer. "This gotta be fate yo. You settin up a meeting, us meeting at the mall and now you being here. Unless you like some crazy ass obsessed stalker or somethin." I look at her crazy and laugh.
"Nah, just luck I guess and no I'm most definitely not stalking you" I say in reply to her questions. She looks fake shocked and holds her hand over heart pretending to be hurt.
"Well, damn shoot me down. I thought I was at the least decent,but it's all good. " she smile this sexy white smile that makes me smile back,blushing.
"Can we talk about dance, Amaya right?" I laugh changing the subject. "Just call me Aj. And yea come with me. "
~Michael~
I'm sitting on the couch Watchin TV thinking about what I did to Mila. I know she deserves better and I'm tryn, but shit it's hard when ain't Nuthin but fine ass bitches In my face all the time. And I still haven't told her about me leaving. Life.....
