The Hidden Soul Language (Discontinued)

Chapter 16: Meeting the Haywoods

"Are you kids ready?" I asked the class as the song blared through the speakers and I received a loud, enthusiastic "YES!" from the kids.

I was in the studio conducting a summer workshop for kids hip-hop after the camp ended a week ago. We were doing a lyrical hip-hop to Miley Cyrus' "Party In The USA". Some of the instructors also joined in the fun too. All-star Spark had a special offer to join any class they want as long as they paid for whatever they joined.

(A/N play vieo at the side for this choreography)

The dance was fun and choreographed in 1 hour since I was busy with yesterday's waltz class in the evening which consisted of mostly adults. I even got the chance to dance with an old man who was in wheelchair dancing with his wife and they both were happily married for 75 years with grandkids who were also in my class now. Their sappy relationship somehow made me thought of Trent.

With that, you must be wondering, "So...what happened to you both?" People, I think it's story time.

-1 week ago on the last day of camp-

On the day of the production, everything turned out good except for minor problems here and there. One thing I didn't understand was that Trent was acting weird around me right after our contemporary dance with the add-in kiss. The "weird" I meant there included not taking me seriously, lots of sarcasm, ignoring and joking; just once or twice then he was.

That was seriously a whole new level of bullying to me but thank God I was too busy to care. If he thought he could break me again with the same method he used during kindergarten days, then he was wrong. Sadly, I was wrong with that statement for what happened next.

I wish there was a more appropriate word to address the situation as I watched the scene unfold before me because somewhere inside me felt almost hot and bothered too. Key word being almost. Trent and Isis changed up their dance in the slight sultry scene that I helped choreographed. Both of them looked more than satisfied with the outcome seeing as the crowd was quite, well, turned on.

To see that they took upon themselves to change it was upsetting and angry didn't even cover what I truly felt. Well, maybe part of the anger was contributed from the jealous side of me and the other was from the kiss Trent planted unintentionally.

Anyway, when the whole production was over, we were allowed to stay awake till 1.00am and I took advantage of that to escape at the dock. Plugging my earphones and putting the volume up, I danced my feelings away to songs like Daft Punk's "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger". Nothing happy and cheerful nor sappy and sad. Just anger and frustration.

After what felt hours when it was only 20 minutes, I felt myself being yanked back roughly into someone's chest. One whiff of that familiar scent, I knew who joined me. I looked up to meet his face and pushed myself away from him with the same energy while sending him a glare. If looks could kill, he would be in a dead bloody mess now.

Losing my mood to dance anymore, I stopped my iPod and and stowed it away before turning away from him. "What the heck do you want now? I'm done with you." I sniped at him.

There was a long pause of silence except for the forest animal noises and our breathing, waiting for the other to continue.

"Are you gonna hear me out or what?" Trent asked in a monotone voice.

"What is there for me to hear about? You've already done what you wanted to me. You cracked me through that dance with Isis. Congrats!" I whispered harshly, my back still facing him.

"Wait, are you...jealous or something?" His tone changed to curious and unbelief.

"Is that all you have to say?" I snapped, unable to contain the frustration and tightness I had at my chest. I turned around expectantly to see a smug on his face. Looks like I was wrong.