Nerds can dance, so can football players (COMPLETE)

Chapter 1

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'Comin' over in my direction, so thankful for that, it's such a blessin yeah, turn every situation into heaven yeah. Oh you are my sunrise on the darkest day, got me feelin'  some kind of way....'  Justin Bieber's voice blasted through the speakers as I danced to the music.

I hummed along to the song as I forget all my worries and problems, just going along with the music.

Until I was interrupted by James, my dance teacher. He stopped the music and walked my way. I have private lessons too now, aside the normal lessons, because apparently I am born a dancer. So James gives me private lessons too. In every type of dance. I requested it.

'I thought this might be something for you.' He said and handed me a paper. It said, 'dance teacher sought!' Temporarily though, and I have to train a football team how to dance.

I laughed. This is gonna be fun. 'Sure.' 'I'll call their coach okay?' I nod.

'The lesson is finished, do some cooling down exercises and then you can change clothes and go home.' I did what he said and moments later I was outside. I went on my Harley and drove home.

The next day I'm running through the hallway. I'm late! I bump into someone. 'Watch where you're going!' I heard someone say. I look up and see Luke, the quarterback.

The most popular jock in the school. The hottest guy in the school. The type of guy all the girl want to be with, and all the guys want to be.

I just glare at him. 'You watch where you're going! Can't you see I'm in a hurry?' I snap. 'No, I don't.' He smirks.

I growl and run off to the lesson. 'Sorry I'm late sir!' I apologize. He looks at me disturbed. 'You can sit down now Sasha.'

I take a seat in the back of the classroom. Moments later, I see a certain annoying face enter the classroom. 'Ah, Luke,  how nice that you decided to join us.' 'My pleasure, sir.' He said and searched for a seat.

Of course, the last free seat is next to mine. Great, just great. I probably look pissed, because he says. 'Bad day, princess?' I look at him deadpanned. 'Don't call me princess.' 'Sure, princess.'

I am pretty sure I am boiling by now. Luke starts poking my arm. I bite on my tongue until I can't take it any longer. I hit his arm. 'Ow, geez princess, what was that for?'

'Please tell me you're kidding right now you dumb arse.' Then the bell rings. I sigh in relief and rush out of the room. I manage to avoid him until lunch.

I sit at my usual table, alone. I groan when Luke and Mason, Luke's friend, obviously, come over to my table. 'What now, you pig with bird poop all over?' I snap.

Mason chuckles while Luke looks offended. 'She is spunky and not afraid to speak her mind. I like it.' Luke glares at Mason. I chuckle. 'Come on Luke, you have to admit, you can be like shit sometimes. Especially when you have a hangover.' I smile at Mason. 'I like you. You are much more fun.' I say smirking.

Luke scowls. 'Come on Luke, you're acting like a child who isn't allowed to get ice cream. Be a bit more mature, would ya? toughen up, ya know?' I say. Luke's mouth opens and closes.

'What? No one ever said that to you?' I ask. I turn around and throw my food away, because I already know the answer. I walk straight past them without a word. The whole cafeteria is silent.

I go to my locker to get my books. When I turn around, I get pushed against the locker. 'Hey Luke. What's up?' 'No one gets to humiliate me like that.' He hisses. 'Did I humiliate you? Sorry, I didn't know.' I half smile, knowing pretty damn well I humiliated him.

'You're going to pay for this.' I lean in until our foreheads touch. 'Oh really?' I see Luke gulp. I lean impossibly closer and see Luke's eyes widen. He seems nervous. Then I push him with all my might. He stumbles backwards. Only then I realize the first bell went and everyone is looking. I calmly walk to class. After school, I go straight to dance lessons.

Luke P.O.V
What is wrong with me? I watched her go to class. This never happened to me. I noticed everyone was looking at me and mystery girl. 'Don't you have anyone else to look at?' I snapped at them. They all hurried to class, purposely avoiding my stare. I sigh and leave the school, I'm not in the mood anymore. I go home. 'Hello?' I called out. No one home. As always. I groan when I remember I have a dance lesson today. The coach made us take lessons. When it's time, I go to the dance school.

Sasha P.O.V
I discussed with the coach and we decided we'd start as fast as possible. I quickly change into dance clothes. A sports bra and some sport shorts. I prepare the lesson and I'm done exactly on time, because the boys come trickling in. I swore softly. This is the football team of my school. I know the name of every single one of them, thats how popular they are. I made fists with my hands when I saw Luke. Oh well, I'll have to survive.

I clap twice for attention when everyone is there. 'Attention everyone. I'm Sasha and I'll be your dance teacher for the next few weeks.' I said politely and smile. 'You again?' Luke says. 'Yes Luke, me again. Here we meet again.' 'Do you know her Luke? Is she one of your sluts?' Cameron asks.

'First of all Cameron, no, I'm not a slut, I don't fall on my knees for a annoying, arrogant jerk. Second of all, we met this afternoon at school.' His eyes flew open. 'Luke, is she the girl whom you were so frustrated about? Who humiliated you?' He asks.

Luke glares at him but nods. I'm pretty sure I have a sly grin face, but I quickly cover it with a professional and polite one. 'Either way, lets start.' 'Are we going to hop around in a tutu?' Kygo says and they all snicker. I roll my eyes.

'A bit respect please. For your information, actually I was going to do a completely different dance type, but if you prefer ballet...' I trailed off. 'Oh no, please not ballet!' He pleads. 'I'll show you what I am going to teach you if you guys cooperate the next few weeks.' I do a little choreography I made up. The boys looked pretty impressed.

'Wow.' Mason says. Yeah, he is in the team too. 'If you put enough motivation and spirit in it, you'll be able to do this with ease after a few lessons, depending on how long your coach is going to put you up with me.' I say with a wink.

We do a warming up and then I do everything step by step. At first, the boys are annoyed that we have to do everything again and again, but when I point out what they do good and what they do wrong, they understand it better.

My five brothers enter the room. They watch me dance, or in this case, teach, sometimes. They all scowl when they come in. 'Sashaaaa...'  Lloyd says in a voice that can mean only one thing: I'm in trouble.