My Dancing Romance

My Dancing Romance #4

Chapter 4

I never thought I would actually get to see him. All my life, I was told that he was the leader of the most highly tolerated dance group. I never thought I would actually meet him.

"Tom, as in Tom Brown?" I asked. He gave me a bright but dark smile.

"You betcha honey."

I needed to calm down. Now.

I cleared my throat. "Cool." I said calmly. His smile faded. I turned my head to look at Tyler.

"You know him?"

I know him more than you do. I thought to myself.

"Yeah. I do." That's when everybody fell silent and I dug into my food. It was disgusting but distracting. It's what I needed.

After lunch I had Language Arts. Yippee. Note the sarcasm.

After the end-of-lunch bell rang, I was walking to class when a hand clamped down on my shoulder making me jump and turn around ready to beat the guy to death. He stopped me from punching him.

"Alexa. It's just me. You know, the guy from the table?"

"Oh. Right. Sorry." He let go of my balled up fist and I put my hand back to my side.

"What exactly do you know about me?" I huffed at his question. What doesn't anybody know about him?

"I know your the leader of the most appreciated dance gang ever." I said simply and all in one breath.

He just nods and walks off.

"Wait." I say.

He turns around to look at me annoyingly.

"What?"

"What do you know of me?"

"I know that you are part of a dance group as well and, yeah. That's all I really care to know. Besides your name of course." He winked at me.

I was a bit stunned that he actually knew anything about me besides my name. Cool.

That's when he started to leave and I didn't stop him.

I went to my locker to get my L.A. stuff and walked upstairs to the Language Arts room. This class wasn't my most hated nor, my most loved. I really liked when we were able to write and read, the part I hates was when we had to do assignments that didn't involve reading or writing what I want to write.

After the final bell had rung, I headed out to my car. It was really sunny and warm out. A perfect day to go to the beach.

Maybe I could meet someone. Yeah, that sounds nice. Or maybe even find a job.

Walking down the beach with my bare feet digging into the sand, and my hair whipping back and forth in the wind, and the feeling of being free with my bikini on with denim short shorts. It felt nice.

I glanced at the ocean waves hitting the beach with-

"Heads up!"

"Ouch." My head flung forward and almost knocked me over. I caught myself an instantly brought my hand up to the spot the ball hit.

"Are you alright Miss?" I glanced behind me to see a boy jogging towards me. My my did he have a delicious body. And panty-dropping abs.

"Yeah-yeah I'm fine." I looked around for the object that hit me and found a volleyball laying on the ground a couple inches from my feet.

"I am so sorry Miss-"

"Stop with the Miss. My name is Alexa."

"Alexa. Nice name. I'm Rick."

"Awesome. Well I should get going now. See you later." I turned to walk the direction I was heading when-Rick, was it?-stopped me.

"Have dinner with me?" Wow.

"Straight to the point I see." I say sarcastically. Rick smiled. Not a full smile but a smile that showed his dimples. He was pretty cute.

"Um, sure."

"Cool. Are you free on Friday?" Cliché.

"Yeah. Hand me your phone."

He took out his phone and I put my number in.

"Call me." I said before I walked away.

Well step one: pick up some random dude to chill with while I'm stuck here; complete.

Next step: find a job.

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Short chapter. Sorry. Next one will be up soon. Just thought I would put something up.