Once in a Blue Moon

|Sept|

[Delilah]

Delilah pointed her toes as she eased into a split, performing her daily stretches at her ballet classes. Her dance partner, Ricky, held her arms while he was in a split of his own as she leaned forward.

"D, wassup with that fine ass nigga?" Maya, one of the dancer's walked over with her hand on her hip. Knowing she was referring to Gunz, Delilah rolled her eyes.

"Nothing's up. We went to lunch and that was that." She didn't really want anybody at the studio in her business.

         "Mm, well if I went to lunch with him, there would be dinner and desert involved." Maya stuck her tongue out playfully. Delilah wasn't in the mood so she shrugged and said, "I guess." Maya rolled her eyes and walked off. Delilah looked up at her suspiciously as she walked away, frowning. "What's wrong?" Ricky asked, noticing her face. "Nothing." Delilah adverted her eyes, but wasn't feeling Maya's presence. Now that she thought about it, Maya wasn't even there the day Gunz picked her up. How the fuck did she know about him, then? None of the other dancer's even talked to her.

           Maya was the type of bitch who looked harmless, but really was lethal. When we were thirteen, there was this girl named Tonya who danced with us. We were all up for the part of Clara in the Nutcracker. This was around the time I was on TV alot, so I ended up dropping out. It was between Maya and Tonya, and the day of auditions, the whole stage went dark as the music played. Next thing you know, someone started screaming. When the light's came back on, Tonya was on the floor with her leg twisted in an unnatural way. She never admitted Maya did anything to her, but she never came back after that.

"You're always in something, huh maneater?" Ricky laughed. He was a cute Puerto Rican boy, with lucious curly hair and emerald green eyes. Most people assumed he was gay because of his talent with dance, but Ricky got more females than most pimps. He was a true sweetheart though, so his business wasn't spread around and no girl had a bad word to say about him. They all knew and accepted what it was.

"Ricky, please. You only saying that cause that day Nikayah came in here acting a fool," Delilah pulled Ricky, stretching his muscles. "And I don't even associate with that jackass anymore." She admired the defined muscles in his back. She'd been dancing with Ricky since she was a little girl, and he was her first crush.

"Yeah, it's bout time you started dealing with real men only." His face was almost in her stomach he was stretching so far, and he looked up. His eyes were captivating her, but she shook it off.

         They practiced for two hours. Some people didn't understand how Delilah could be so dedicated to dance, but she was obsessed with it. The way she felt as her body glided through the air could only be compared to weed. It made her feel alive. After they finished up, Ricky walked her to her car. Her forehead had hairs sticking to it, and she was glowing with that after workout sweat. He smiled and leaned in as she got in the driver's seat, keeping her eyes on Ricky the whole time."So, Delilah, when you gonna give me a chance mami? We been playing games since we were kids."