Start Of Something New

"Did he just quote Selena Gomez?"

•chapter 3•

Miranda's POV

A week had past since I saw the asshole that is Kevin. Because we're neighbors, I sometimes see glimpses of him when I'm getting  ready to go to the shop or something but I haven't talked to him since he insulted me.

Things would be different if he was a nice person but life isn't fair right?

I was in my room watching tv, when I suddenly felt the urge to dance. I don't know I just felt like moving, plus I haven't danced since I got here because I've  been so busy. My room is very spacious, and I think that's what I like most about it. I opened my window so that a warm breeze would flow into my room while I'm dancing.

I got on the floor and began to stretch out my legs, as well as my arms for about ten minutes. I grabbed my  phone and put on the song called "I Know What You Did Last Summer" by Shawn Mendes. This has to be one of my favorite routines that I did back in Vancouver. This is like a lyrical/ jazz dance. I began to do tricky turns and high kicks as the song played on. There were alot of turns in this dance that I have come to perfect. The mood is kind of mysterious but the song is upbeat so it really gets you moving around. By the time the song was done I was completely out of breath.

"Wow, you're really good," A familiar voice came from the window, which made me shriek out of fear. I grabbed my phone and pressed pause on the next song before making my way to my window to see Kevin sitting on his windowsill watching me.

"What the hell! You scared me!" I yelled at him.

"Tell me something I don't know." He laughed. Holy shit,  his laugh is like a beautiful melody-

Hold up. Did he just quote Selena Gomez?

"Are you a dancer?" He asked. I think he deserves an award for asking the most stupid question of 2016.

"No I'm an astronaut, nice try though," I stated sarcastically, earning an eye roll in reply.

"You know, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit." He replied.

"You know, I never asked." I retorted.

"Why do you always have an answer for everything?" He asked.

"Why do you always have a question for everything?" I mimicked.

"Anyways, you're really good at dancing," he complimented. My cheeks grew red as I looked down at my windowsill. Why the hell is he being so nice? I think he's on his period.

"Thanks," I replied."Wait what the hell? You were calling me a stalker but you were looking in my window," I realized. He's such a hypocrite.

"Your music was really loud and I was curious." He explained.

Oh.

"Sorry, I didn't realize," I apologized. I would hate it if somebody was playing their music loud enough so their neighbor could hear, that's just annoying.

"Don't mention it, and I like watching you dance, so it doesn't matter." He complimented once again. This time my heart fluttered, and I'm pretty sure I resembled a tomato.

Or an apple.

"Thank you." I smiled. He returned the smile, and I could've melted right then and there.

"So Miranda, right?" He asked.

"Yep," I confirmed.

"I'm Kevin," he introduced himself.

I know. "Nice to formally meet you," I nodded my head.

"What school are you going to?" He asked out of curiosity.