Dancing, Love, and tutoring?

Chapter 1

Hey Y'all xD!!! Well I decided I am going to start writing another story, but don't fear I will try my best to continue A Train Away. Right now, I'm having some difficulties on how to continue it because it needs a lot of work. I honestly have no ideas for the next chapters so shame on me :[. This story kind of racked in my head all day until about 2 am and I had to get up, grab my notebook, and start writing the first chapter. It is probably going to need a lot if work as well, but I want it to be a successful story. ANY WHO..... here is the first chapter of (Story to be named later..).

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Click.Clack.Click.Clack.

My heels click against the glossy wood as we glide across the floor, our bodies pressed close to one another. Ashton pulls me closer to his strong chest then quickly dips me. My long brown curls sweep against the floor as he brings me back up, our faces only inches apart.

I sneak a glance at Ashton's full lips, noticing they are slightly parted. I bite my lip, knowing what he is trying to do, but there is NO way I'm falling for that again. Ashton starts leaning his face closer to mine, the space between our lips slowly closing in. My heart is beating fast with panic as his lips gently brush against mine. I need to get out of here! Oh dear lord, save me NOW!!! Just as Ashton is about to place his lips on mine, the bell starts ringing, indicating the end of first period.

I sigh in relief as I listen to the sounds of footsteps and voices in the hallway. I know we don't talk much, but thank you, God!!! I untangle myself from Ashton's arms and walk over to my duffle bag in the corner, throwing my dance shoes inside.

Ashton Chandler is a slimy, arrogant, self centered, pig! In other words, he is my ex-boyfriend AND my dance partner. Lovely huh? I dumped him two months ago because he kept trying ( and still is) to have sex with me, even though I told him I don't want to have sex till I'm married. Ever since then he has been trying to win me back which will NEVER happen. Right now, dancing is my one and only love. Ah, dancing. I always feel so alive and passionate when I dance, even if it's with Ashton. I've aspired to to be a dancer since I could walk and no boy is going to come between us.

My school, Grant's Academy of the Arts, is a place where all different, beautiful, talents come together and learn to become singers, dancers, musicians, artists... You could walk in here a crappy painter and walk out, four years later, a magnificent artist. Of course, you have you traditional classes like Math, English, and Biology... but towards the end of the day end of the day you go off to "practice time" and practice your talent. But if your super smart like me (ha-ha) you can practice from the beginning of school till the end of first period.

So during this time, I've been practicing my dance number with Ashton and I've been working very hard lately. A talent scout is coming at the end of the year to evaluate some of the student's talent and if you’re good enough you can get a full scholarship to Hope College! Hope College is my dream school and if I graduate from there I can become a choreographer. So for the past seven months, all I've done was eat, breathe, and sleep dancing, plus study my ass off in order to keep my morning practice time. Only four more months till the scout comes and when he does I'll be a dancing machine.

I picke my duffle bag off the floor and start walking towards the girl's locker room door. Ashton grabs my wrist and turns me to face him. He wraps his arms around my waist and leans his lips to my ear, gently kissing it.