(Gabrielle's POV ; A week later)
I walked with Andrea through the city, clinging on to her as if my life depended on it. Which it kind of did. With my luck, I'd get lost in this huge place and never be seen again. "I have no idea why the boyz would leave it to us to find where the dance class was being held." I said, trying to walk faster so I didn't get trampled. Drea laughed, and shook her head. "They got so caught up in that shoe store, they forgot their common sense." "They have common sense?" I laughed as we approached the big building. "Well, this is it." I said looking down at my phone that held the directions. "Awesome. Now all we have to do is wait for the boyz to find their way here..." Drea said. "And only God knows how long that's going to take..." I mumbled, making Drea crack up. "Hey that wasn't very nice." Chris said, walking up to us with three bags in his hands. "Oh my gosh! You guys actually made it here in one piece!" I laughed. "Only because I lead the way..." Nick smiled, and hugged me from behind. I smiled, and turned around, standing on my tippy toes to kiss him. He gladly accepted my kiss, making Drea and Chris gag. "Please, I've seen you guys do much worse." I said, crossing my arms. Drea and Chris exchanged stares, their faces turning bright red. I laughed, and held Nick's hand. "Let's go inside guys." They nodded, and we all walked inside. The building was huge, with twenty floors. Our class was on the fifteenth, so we had to take the elevator. I looked at Nick scared, he knew I hated them. "It's okay baby... Do you want to take the stairs?" Nick asked, rubbing the small of my back. "Um, sure... We'll meet you up there guys!" I said, hugging them and getting a head start up the stairs. Nick followed, and after what seemed like endless walking, we finally got up to our floor. I smiled, and entered the room, where it was flooded with dancers. Even though I really can't dance, I loved this environment. "Here baby, I'll go sign in for us." I said, and kissed his cheek. He nodded, and watched me walk to the table. I reached the clipboard, and before I signed, I scanned down the list. The pen dropped out of my hand at the sight of the first name on the list. Vinny Castronovo...
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