Save (Negovanman)

Chapter 1

Just a class. That's all it is, just a class.

Or at least, that's what I thought...

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I moved into my new apartment a month ago. My first apartment. I'm so proud to be able to say those words. It feels like, for the first time ever, I'm completely independent. I still haven't completely moved in yet. There are still a few boxes I have to empty, but for the most part, all four rooms have the essentials.

It was a rainy Wednesday. I had to wake up early to get to this class I had registered for online. It was some sort of fighting class for actors that my dad thought would be good for me. I didn't really know much about the class, but I decided to sign up anyway since I don't really have anything better to do. Plus, maybe I'll get to meet a few people and make friends.

I do have friends. Well, sorta. None of them live in Toronto anymore. They all got jobs all over the world and moved the second they got the chance, leaving poor little me all alone. I do love this city, I just wish I could move to New York and be a successful actor. Too bad I don't have the money...

I get out of bed after my alarm goes off for the third time. I put on a pair of jeans and a comfy sweater, not worrying too much about my appearance. I grab a granola bar and my umbrella, and am out of the apartment in no time.

I look down at my watch. The class starts in 15 minutes. More than enough time to drive there and find a nice parking spot. I rush into my car, escaping the cool September breeze. I plug the address into my phone. Thank god for google maps. I've lived in this area for over a month, but I haven't found the time to explore it much. Maybe I could do that after my class.

A few minutes later, I pull up into the parking lot for the building. There aren't many cars there. I wonder how many people signed up? I check my watch again. Shit. I'm already 5 minutes late. I run up the stairs and enter the building, following the signs leading me to my class. I finally reach the room, and burst through the doors.

Silence. Everyone stops talking, and stares at me. Welp, this is embarrassing...

"Nice of you to join us. I'm guessing you're Liz?" My eyes scan the room until I see a tall man with dark curly hair and an unamused smile on his face. He's quite beautiful; he has a flawless bone structure with a jaw that can cut diamonds. He also has a sexy Australian accent. Maybe if I was straight I'd be in love with him.

"Actually it's Elise, sorry I'm late." I blush as he sighs and points to a small group of people.

"You can join group 3."

I walk over to the group, who barely acknowledge my presence. I have no idea what's going on. They're talking about some tv show I've never seen before, and I'm too shy to interrupt and introduce myself.

I find my stare wandering around the room, slowly examining everyone here. I count 25 people, 16 boys and 8 girls, as well as one person who's gender I am unsure of. Everyone seems to be around my age, with maybe one or two people over 30. They're all actively engaged in the conversations they're having, making me seem out of place.

Then I notice her. A small, dark haired girl, in the group across the room from mine. She's smiling as she talks to another girl in her circle. Her happiness is contagious, and I find myself smiling at the sight of her grin. My partners probably think I'm crazy, but I don't care. She's just so...beautiful. I can't take my eyes off of her.

A few minutes later, the teacher gets up in front of the class and explains the activity. He demonstrates a few moves we will be practicing. I'm not really watching, because all my attention is towards this girl. I need to know her name. Then, as if god is answering my prayers, the instructor points to her and signals her to stand next to him to demonstrate the next move. I carefully examine her body as she slowly walks up. I admire how well her jeans fit her, how they compliment her body.