The Beauty & The Beast

Prologue

"Right, left, turn"

"A little bit faster Isabella"

I closed my eyes tightly searching for tranquility and concentration at the same time, the coordination of my feet and my arms slowly coming back at me as I crossed my feet from left to right swiftly adapting to the rhythm again. Mrs. Dubois could be very exigent sometimes, but today she was adding extra pressure to all of us, and I understood, but gods was she being annoying. Especially with me since I lack the natural talent of Waltz dancing that my peers were apparently born with.

We spent thirty minutes more preparing the final dance. The performance was due tomorrow; therefore, the teacher forced us to stay two extra hours so that she could make sure we were completely and absolutely ready. My legs hurt as I walked out of the studio. I took my phone out and dialed my dad's number because he was supposed to pick me up today.

"Dad," I said once he answered the phone, "Where are you?"

"Where am I? Where in the world are you? Irresponsible, naughty lady, and don't even think about making up some cheap excuse because I am not believing it. Just wait until I tell your mom about this. She may be gone but that does not mean I can't ground you too. I can't believe yo..." He was interrupted by the sound of a glass being broken in the background followed by the inappropriate language of the cook.

"Dad, listen to me!" I had to say in order to capture his attention from the accident in the kitchen. "You told me yesterday you were coming for me today, and may I add, earlier because you insisted on watching me practice. What's your excuse now?"

"Oh," The line went silent for a moment. "Wasn't it on Thursday?"

"Tues- day dad! Oh my gods I seriously can't believe you are doing this again. I'm so not translating the game for you tonight. You always ditch me for Luke and I have had enough. We are done." Upon ending the call, I started walking toward my house.

Great! Just great. The pain in my legs was killing me and now I had to walk home all by myself again. He always does this. My dad has this usual habit of forgetting his appointments with me when Luke, the chef of our restaurant and his best friend, has chiefs at night. They like to do their "all you can eat" night as an excuse to spend the whole night cooking extra food because they know my mom is not there to scold them about the income consequences.
My mom is in Zimbabwe, Africa. It is also known as 'The Heart of Infections' and if the name tells you anything, it's that the place urges an exceptional need for health assistance. My mother is a pediatrician that usually works at the public hospital at town; however, she left two months ago when she was offered this amazing opportunity.
The thing is, now my dad is in charge which is equal to disaster. He spends most of the time at our restaurant working simply because he loves cooking. This is the primary reason as to why even though he graduated from college, he decided to start his own business with a restaurant. Furthermore, if he is at the restaurant I have to be there too. He insists on not letting me stay alone at home. He thinks it is too dangerous, yet walking alone at ten and half at night is not.
Looking up at the road, my house suddenly felt so far away. My legs were betraying me which consequently caused my pace to slow down.

I decided to take out my phone to get distracted and maybe forget the ache. While my fingers scrolled down my Instagram timeline, my peripheral vision caught a sleeping dog, mainly because it was in the middle of the street.
The situation only got worse when the flashing lights of a truck were approaching not so subtly nor slowly towards the dog. I found myself standing at the edge of the pavement waving my hands desperately to the driver while screaming loudly to the dog to move. Either the dog was deaf or the man was blind because I was sure as heck calling distinctively enough attention for both of them to notice. The vehicle was getting closer; my nerves were getting out of control. I'm sure I felt some tears sliding down my cheeks.

He is going to kill him.

He is going to kill him.

I took off.

The honk of the truck must have destroyed my ears, and the lights must have blinded me but at least he didn't kill any of us. Instead, he turned dramatically to the left, at the same time screaming to me profanities while sticking his head out of the window. My heart rate was going so fast that I'm pretty sure I lost like a hundred calories, okay not a hundred but surely a significant amount because it felt as if my heart was going to pop out of my chest at any minute. I held myself to make sure I was physically present. Once I was sure, I began to calm down.
It was not until the cold feeling of saliva washing all over my face that I realized that the dog actually woke up.

"Yeah, you are welcome." I stood up and walked to the side making sure the dog was coming along with me. "But next time, I don't think someone like me will save your life again, so quit that habit of sleeping half way the streets. It will do no good to you." It stared at me for a while which gave me time to go on. "Don't look at me like that, you know I'm right. You put yourself in danger right there, you need to learn manners sir." The dog answered with a bark followed by a warm hug as it tried its best to stand on its feet. "Yeah, I love you too."

The sound of a motorcycle parking nowhere far from us startled my new friend; it was like she (I took the time to check) had recognized it and instantly climbed down and ran towards the distraction. For a moment, I felt betrayed. I mean I saved her life and now she was running away from me. She would actually get along with my dog. Oh my gosh! They would do such a cute couple. They are both blue-eyed Siberians, and the babies, the babies would be so adorable!

"Are you all by yourself here chick?" My head immediately snapped to the sound of a masculine, harmonious sexy voice. I was too busy studying my new friend that I didn't notice the brown haired guy standing over the motorcycle, or the distraction. He held tightly the dog with his hands on her paws that were relying entirely on his knees. As I looked into his eyes, I realized they were an odd tone of green surrounded by a light faded shade of blue. He bared a dark shirt that only made his eyes stand out more. As much as his muscles were because of the thin fabric of it. In conclusion, he was hot, very hot. "Are you listening? You could get murdered walking alone at these hours." I was suddenly trying to remember what his question was and at the same time scolding myself for checking him out so shamelessly.

I found myself trying to find the words to answer him. "I...I..."

He positioned himself on his bike like he was ready to leave. "Anyway, I just wanted to thank you. Rose is absentminded most of the time." He said as he wrapped the dog's leash around his bike.

"Okay?" I mentally slapped myself at this.

"Do you need a ride?"

"Uh, no thanks." I shook my head dramatically.

"Are you not afraid of being by yourself this late? It's quite dangerous." His eyes focusing anywhere but me.

"Uh, it's fine." I responded finding my conscious rational self, "I will probably get in trouble if I accept your offer. My parents are not fans of bikes." I pointed out, which caused his gaze to shift from me to the vehicle. "Besides, my house is close. But thank you."

"No problem." He said shortly before sitting on his motorcycle and leaving with Rose running at his side. He wasn't going as fast so she could keep up with him. I later found out he lived a couple of houses ahead because he turned to the left and disappeared in the entrance of a private residence.

A/N- The chapters will be longer yaas! also, a picture of the mysterious biker to the side, but that is just how I picture him (but witl blue eyes) you can imagine him as a different person if you rather.