Make Me Forget✔

T W E N T Y S I X

Song Of The Chapter: All I Think About Is You- Ansel Elgort.

[NEXT MORNING]

Conor's POV_

"One more time guys, let's go. 1,2,3."

I stood in place, my shoulder resting unwillingly on the huge door frame, my eyes on the attractively curved teacher that has been moving to the beat of one of my favourite songs with her eyes stuck on the full-wall mirror ahead of her, watching her students as they copied her moves perfectly, forming one force with the same movement, non of them taking their eyes off of her for one second, making sure they take their choreography as seriously as possible.

She's a pretty good dancer, to be honest... one of the best I've ever seen.

"We talked about this sweetheart, it goes: step to the left, twirl, then one to the right. You're doing the complete opposite." I smiled at the way her instructions were a mix of strict and gentle, seeming a little annoyed at the girl in the front not abiding by the steps.

"Hey! Isn't that Conor Maynard?!" I didn't even notice the teenager at the end of the group staring at me as I poured all my concentration on Anastasia, who snapped her head to the boy pointing straight at me, while I finally decided to take a few steps into her class now that everyone noticed me.

"That's me." I grinned, walking my way to the dancers that have now stopped because of my presence.

"What are you doing here?" I expected a harsher reaction to be honest, so the way Anastasia asked her question wasn't exactly rude, which is something I've always loved about her.

She's never rude to me, no matter what I do to piss her off.

"I was on my way to Caspar's, but I came to see you." I said, my hand scratching the back of my head as I confessed nervously.

"Well as you can see, I'm in the middle of a class, Conor." She bashed me off, her green eyes holding nothing but annoyance and madness as she kept them into mine, her hair laying over her shoulders and across her face, before she moved her hand to push it away, even though that was meant to be my job.

Stupidly enough, I was so ready to pass my hand through her hair and dive my lips into hers, just like I would do everytime I see her, because even when she's mad, she has never looked more beautiful.

I thought I know what it feels like to miss someone, but it's only been a day and I'm already here to see her, because I felt the need to... because I wanted to.

"Can I take your teacher for five minutes?" I asked the sixteen year olds who were silently staring at me in shock, probably surprised at me showing up to their class so randomly, and asking to take Anastasia like that, but I don't really care about the astonished eyes staring at my back as much as I care abou the pair of green eyes staring straight up at me.

They all looked at me, while I looked at nobody else but her.

"Conor, we can talk later." She answered, but her students' reply was the complete opposite of hers.

"Come on miss, he's Conor Maynard, you should go talk to him!" One of the girls joked, getting agreement from everyone else, and a satisfied smile out of me.

"Plus, we need a five minutes break. All this dancing exhausts me." The boy that noticed me when I first arrived now is supporting the idea, pushing her to talk to me, and I didn't mind their insistence at all.

"You heard it, now come on." I reached for her hand, dragging her out of the room to get to the hallway, where the only thing I could hear was our footsteps as we walked away.