Prima Ballerina *Jelena Ballerina Series* (Part 1)

Chapter 19: Calling the Shots

Selena's P.O.V.

Forrest opens the door and signals me in like a proper doorman would do. He and Taylor have both been excited ever since shared with them the details on my meet-up with Mr. Dreamy Front Desk Worker. Their excitement may be even bigger than mine. The way they get excited is just another reason why they should get back together.

I walk into the studio with more of a bounce in my step. There, before me is Justin. He's sitting at the front desk, completely lost in his work. It's 7 a.m., how much work can he possibly have? Behind the desk, I go and wrap my arms around him. This is the first time I have been all this lovey dovey.

"Do you have a minute?" I whisper. Forrest aww's at us and my smile becomes bigger.

He turns his head to me and says, "Of course. Where do you want to go?"

I take his hand begin to pull him out of his chair and answer, "Where all the magic happened."

Excitement fills me as I lead him to the auditorium. This has been the only time I have been excited to come here, with the exception of being her for shows and prepping for them. We stand on the stage, where he had set up the dinner for us.

"So what's up?" Just asks quite nervous. It's adorable how nervous he is.

"I just need to talk to you," his nerves rub off on me.

"About?"

"Well, I liked where things were going yesterday and I hope that you would be as well. if you are, I don't want to force you, but I see, I guess you can say future between us, and if you're willing to listen to the run down," I babble due to how nervous I am.

Justin places his finger against my lips and how I wish it was his lips against mine. His warm brown eyes stare deeply in mine. One look into his eyes and my nerves have strayed. In a smokey tone, he tells, his usual remark, "Relax, Prima Ballerina."

Whenever he calls me that, my heart leaps out of my chest and dances freely. Those three words warm my soul. Being around him just makes me smile like an idiot. He removes his finger from the surface of my lips and asks me to reiterate.

I blurt out, "You're my third B."

That isn't at all what I wanted to say. How did I go from babbling to blurting? I was supposed to give him a run down of my expectations! Not admit my feelings. Although, I feel like he is able to touch them in the air. I swear that I felt his feelings.

Skeptically, he stares at me. Justin tries to connect my babbles to my last sentence. Him being my third B had nothing to do with my run down. I have class in half an hour. Now, I have to explain my b's and the run down to him. The hole I'm digging for myself better not end up any deeper than it already it is. The last thing I want to do is make running late to dance class a regular thing. Plus, I don't want Just to get in trouble with his mom.

Justin's P.O.V.

Already, I was prepared for this talk with Selena. The run down of things was basically her warning. I'm fully aware of her passion for dance and I don't want to interfere with that. We're going to schedule meet-ups---she doesn't want to call them dates until we are dating. How adorable is she?---around her schedule and mine and we'll see where things are at by the third one. Our second meet-up is scheduled tomorrow after her second class.

The question is; what do I do? Already, I have swept her off her feet. In order to keep her by my side, I'm going to need to continue this pattern. But how do I outdo myself? Selena is practicing some turns on stage, which leaves me in the audience to watch and be lost in my thoughts.