Unconditionally

Chapter 0.3

  October 2017

|| Marabelle ||

The next couple of weeks were spent in and out of lectures, in the dance studio and hanging out with Mallory, Scott and Freddie. Mal and Scott are so in love with each other, its adorbs. I'm now one hundred percent that Scott is perfect for Mallory.

"Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)"

The Migos song blared through the dance studio as I moved around effortlessly to it. My hair flipped, my hands whipped and my legs rocked as I went through the self choreographed routine.

As the song came to an end, I heard someone whistle and then say, "damn girl! Three years here and you still have the best moves." That comment came from Nate Fullman, one of the guys that dances in the studio down the hall.

"Hey, Nate," I laughed as I grabbed my towel to wipe away the sweat that had gathered around my neck and then switched off the music.

"You should come give the guys and I some pointers," He said with a cheeky grin.

"Why, so you can beat our asses come competition time? I don't think so," I laughed.

"Eh well it was worth a shot asking," He chuckled.

"And besides, I'm sure you and the guys have your dances down to a T," I said with a knowing look. Nate and his crew are just as good as the girls and I.

"Well they do have a great choreographer so..." He raked his hand through his golden blonde hair and shot me a charming smile.

"Alright, slow down there, captain. No need to blow your own horn," I giggled.

"Can't help it. When the mans great, he's great," He shrugged, puffing out his chest and flexing his biceps.

"Yeah, sure," I hummed sarcastically while shooting him a grin.

After saying goodbye to Nate, I headed home because I had an art poster displaying the different dimensions and proportions of shapes due tomorrow. The suckish thing about studying graphic design is that I'm obligated to study art and design as a whole as well as graphics instead of just graphic design. But I don't mind I guess. I enjoy the artsy side of life that isn't dance.

Mal wasn't home when I arrived so I took my time in the shower before changing into a pair of comfy sweats and an oversized t-shirt before settling in my room to finish off my assignment.

It wasn't until half past eleven that my best friend came home after a night out with Scott.

"We went out to dinner and then we went out dancing," She told me as we sat in her bed eating ice-cream out of the carton and conversed about hers and Scott's date.

"Aw, I'm glad you had fun," I said with a smile.

"Mara, its only been nearly two months now but like..." She trailed off.

"You love him?" I guessed knowingly. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out.

"Yeah," She nodded. "At first I though it was crazy because we haven't been together for that long but like..."

"Sweetie, love isn't determined by how long y'all have been together for," I told her. "It all just comes down to how y'all feel 'bout each other."

"Yeah, I guess that's true," She said with a small smile.

"Yeah, cause I'm always right," I grinned.

"Yeah, yeah," She laughed and then shoved a spoon full of ice-cream into her mouth.