Dancing with Danger

Chp. 20 Let's Talk About Sex Dancing

Over the next week I kept my phone with me at all times. I jumped whenever it rang, and would be anxious whenever I looked at the caller ID. Usually it's just Clapton calling to bug me. I keep threatening to break up with him. 

"What are you gonna do?" Whitney asked licking her ice cream cone. I shrugged churning my milkshake with my straw. 

"Wait, I guess, it's all that I can do," I said. I looked at her. 

"What?" she asked. "Do I have ice cream all over my face?" I shook my head.

"I was thinking that if I make it into Julliard, that maybe we could get an apartment in New York together," I said. She choked on her ice cream. "Is that a no?"

"Uh, that was are you shitting me right now, Hillary, because if you're fucking around I'll kill you, hell yes!" she shouted. I laughed.

"Awesome, we should look for apartments soon," I said. "It's almost August." Just then my phone began to ring. 

"Oo, is it the instructor?" Whitney asked. I shrugged. As I dug around in my purse.

"Probably not, just Clapton wondering where I am," I said. I answered without looking at the screen. "Hey, what's up?"

"Um, hello," a male with a british accent said. I stiffened. "I'm looking for Hillary Gale. Could I speak with her please?"

"Uh, this is she," I said my throat dry. 

"Excellent, this is Elias Barnett from Julliard School of Dance, I'm calling about flying out to your area to give you and a Clapton Michaels a two week long dance course." I was shocked for a moment.

"Uh, yes, that sounds right," I said. 

"Alright, then, I'm going to need an address," he said. I gave him my address. "Alrighty then, I'll be seeing you on Monday." 

"Ok, see you then," I said and he hung up. I tapped the screen and looked at Whitney. 

"What?" she asked through a mouthful of ice cream. 

"He sounds hot," I said. 

"Clapton?" Whitney said. "You hitting that yet?"

"God, you're so immature!" I said nudging her. 

"So, you're not then?" 

"No. And it was the dancing guy."

"Guy?" she said munching on her cone. I nodded.

"His name is Elias," I said. "He'll be here on Monday." 

"Ok, so you're going to do it with Elias and not my charming cousin?" Whitney asked. I gave her a disgusted look and started the car. Yeah, we were eating ice cream in my car. 

"No, I'd rather do it with Clapton," I said. I pulled out into the road. 

"Are you guys planning anything?" she asked popping the last of the cone into her mouth. 

"I'm not, he might be," I said. the thought made my stomach lurch and fill with man-eating moths. I wanted to, I did, it's just the thought of it made me nervous.

"That's so sweet, he's trying to make it special for you!" she squealed. I rolled my eyes. 

"Well, I'm ready, he's ready, let's get this ball rolling right?" I said. "We tried it like a week ago, but we stopped."

"How far did you get?" she asked me. 

"Ugh, your gross," I said. She stared at me. "Second base, ok?"