~Ann's POV~
It had been strange to find out that our apartment complex had a private dance studio, but I wasn't going to complain. In fact, I had been extremely excited, I haven't danced in years, since the incident.
I had set my alarm clock for five in the morning to where I could make it down there before anyone else could claim the studio for themselves.
Once the alarm went off I quickly jumped up and turned it off before waking Dezanique and Sam. I grabbed my black spanx and my red tank top. I made my way down the main stairs and into the dance studio shutting the doors fast and switching on the lights. The place was beautiful, it was completely boxed in with mirrors and in the center a huge iPod player. I quickly plugged mine in and switched it to the Up- Beat Playlist, the first song coming on being "Rock Your Body" by Justin Timberlake. I slowly began swaying my hips to the first verse before completely losing myself in the beat. The music carried me everywhere in the room. The music came to a stop, but it's wasn't the end.
Somebody paused it, shit.
I swiftly turn around to meet a pair of chocolate brown eyes. "That was incredibly hot." He states and I cringe.
"Wasn't meant to be, it was only dancing." I blandly state and grab my water bottle taking a drink.
"Well someone's not having a good morning," I can tell he was smirking without even turning my head.
"It's six thirty in the morning, I don't want to be hit on this early." I shoot back and grab my bag.
"Hey, hey!" He shuts the door and stands in front of it before I can make my way out. "Don't leave just yet, I'd like someone to stay at least. Maybe show me some moves,"
I hesitate, this guy isn't going to let me out; I might as well try this. I quickly nod and set my things back on the ground, I swiftly backed away from him and made my way over to the doc system. This man once more gets in my way, taking the iPod out of my grip. "I get to choose the song."
Before I can say something witty, he places a finger to my lips and presses play. He takes my hand and guides to the middle of the studio. "Come and Get It" by Selena Gomez begins playing, and chocolate eyes here places his hands on my hips. Another other time I'd yank them off but his hands are surprisingly really warm and I'm not in the mood to fight against him.
"May I ask why you choose this song?" I giggle at this guys choice, no man I know would play this in front of the opposite sex.
"One, the sexual tension is very high. Two, there's so many parts where you have to move your hips, notice how my hands are connected to your hips. Three, we get to be closer together, babe." He smirked once more, before he began making my hips sway in sync with the beat.
As the song continued on, he got closer and closer. His hands never moved from their original spot, which really made my blood boil. He even turned my face turns his and pulled me into his chest! Who does he think he is?! The song was ending soon then, I could leave.
But for the last thirty seconds he held me close and rocked back and forth, eye contact never leaving mine. Honestly, he had really pretty eyes; they were a dark chocolate brown that I swear if I were to hold a chocolate bar in comparison to them I couldn't tell the difference. He was truly a gorgeous guy, but it was too bad his cockiness and attitude got in the way.
"I take it you like my eyes?" He smirked down at me and that's when it hit me that the song had stopped but we were still extremely close to one another.
"Well, that's the only thing I could look at since you smooched me up against your chest." I shoot back and push his chest with my palms.
"You're an amazing dancer, by the way." He takes a swig of his water. Then turns back around to face me, "I'd like to see you around sometime soon."
I actually laugh at this, "Not likely, I'll admit you're attractive and all; but you're not my type."
He clutches his chest and pretends to be hurt, I walk out of the studio though before another word is said.
~Dezanique's POV~
"Dezanique, stop ignoring me!" Ann shouted at me throwing a pillow at my face too.
"Sorry, I zoned out.. Again!" I hollered back and attempted to throw the pillow back at her face, but of course with her sharp reflexes she caught the pillow, her famous smirk sprawled on her face.
"What's his name?" She sits back in her chair and crosses her arms over her chest.
"Wh- why do you automatically assume I'm thinking about a guy?" I force out the words, making sure not to make eye contact with her.
"Because its always about a guy when it comes to you and Sam," she blandly states and I feel her roll her eyes.
"Okay," I breathe, "it's about a boy- guy. His name is Max, and I kinda met him at the barbecue we had just the other night."
"Tell me right now that you didn't have sex with this Max guy and that Sam and I aren't going to be aunts yet." Ann practically scolds me.
"No, god no!" I holler, "You know I don't have sex with guys after knowing them for only a few hours,"
"True, you're not stupid. Sometimes I just have to ask, because you never know." Ann states and crosses her legs.
"Well anyways, we got to dancing really closely and all that," I breathe and look at Ann, her eyes a little wider than they were a few moments before. "and then we, almost kissed; Ann, this guy isn't just any other guy. He makes my bones jump and my body warm all over and these little goose bumps raise all over my skin. He just makes me so happy and I think-"
"You think you're falling for him." Ann states and stands to her feet. Just as she does the doorbell rings and she runs to get it. I faintly hear the door open and voices before two pairs of foot steps walk into my room, it being Ann followed by Max.
"He says he's here for you, do you know him?"
"Yeah, this is Max." I nod towards him and he smiles brightly at me, only causing me to quickly look at the ground.
"Oh, the guy you say you like a lot!" Ann smirks and leaves the room before I can say anymore.
"Who's that chick?" Max laughed as he sits beside me, placing a small guitar on his lap.
"My cousin, Ann. Just ignore her, she's moody and all that shit." I swat my hands around and Max just laughs more.
"Sounds like my step- brother. Maybe they should meet!" Max says and I join him in laughter.
"So how fine you showed up at my place with a mini guitar?" I ask after our laughter died down. Max only grinned in response and began tuning his little guitar. Was Max going to sing to me?!
Without even a warning Mac began singing his song, "Turn to the side, and see what the mirrors sees. Mirrors just reflect insecurities. From where I stand you're beautiful. Staring down at every face you see in magazines, don't let 'em change the girl that's in front of me-" He was interrupted by my lips touching his.
