The Bad Boy's Dancer [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2: Contemplating the Negatives

*Bronnie's bedroom ^^*

Bronwen's P.O.V.

I woke up this morning still feeling the effects of all the unpacking I did yesterday. It's now Sunday and I start my first day of school at Crosswood High School tomorrow. I'm totally dreading it.

Once I was showered and dressed in a pair of light blue denim shorts and an Aztec print flouncy vest top which I had tucked into my shorts, I pushed my feet into a pair of white converse and trailed downstairs to greet my mom. She worked a long shift yesterday which was unusual since it was her first day and you'd think she'd have very little work to do.

Unfortunately for her, that wasn't the case.

She came home late so instead of either of us using up more energy to cook something for dinner, we ordered Chinese instead.

I made my way into the kitchen and kissed my mom on the cheek when I saw her sat at the dining table in her fluffy dressing gown, reading the newspaper with a mug of coffee close by. I smiled to myself when I saw the way her reading glasses had slipped down to rest on the tip of her nose.

"Morning mom." I stated, sitting in the chair next to her. Her eyes drifted up from her newspaper as she smiled at me warmly.

"Good morning sweetheart. I see you're dressed and ready, going somewhere?"

I glanced down quickly at my attire and hoped to god that I would survive the hot Californian weather.

"Not really... I might have a wander around town and try to find a gym somewhere so I can practice a new routine. That's if I move onto the next stage of auditions."

My mom nodded, smiling at me as she lifted her glasses so that they sat atop of her head, pushing her blonde fringe back in the process. "Just make sure to take your phone in case you get lost, okay hun?"

This time it was my turn to nod and smile as I stood up from the kitchen table and went over to the cupboards in search of a quick breakfast. I found a half-empty box of cereal bars and decided to grab two.

I then went back upstairs to my room to pack a gym bag in hopes of actually finding an appropriate gym where I could practice privately.

I threw a pair of black spandex shorts that would be easy to move around in, and a matching sports bra into my gym bag before moving over to my wardrobe and pulling out a white cotton button-up that I could wear over the top, rolling the sleeves up to my elbows.

Once I had packed everything else including my deodorant, a water bottle, and my iPod, I zipped up my over-the-shoulder bag and travelled back down the stairs.

"Bye mom, I'll be back soon." I called, making sure she'd hear me from my position next to the door.

"Okay sweetie, be careful and remember that I love you."

"I will. Love you too."

Me and my mom occasionally tell each other that we loved each other. When we did it was because one was worried about the other, for instance; when one of us are going out. To be honest, we probably don't say it as often as we should and could probably try saying it more, but unfortunately, we just don't.

I plugged a pair of earphones into my iPod and put my playlist on shuffle as I wandered down the street. I took mental notes of street names and certain buildings so that I would be able to get back without getting lost. I also kept an eye out for a nearby gym.

Back in Pittsburgh, I went to the gym to rehearse a routine nearly every night after school had finished. I didn't have much of a social life outside of school - despite having a boyfriend - so I had a lot of time to kill in the afternoons.