Wrapped

Nick's Story

Four ~ Nick

I finish up my improvised dance by bringing my knees into my chest and panting while laying my head down on my knees. I had to dance for exactly four minutes. I gave it my all. Did the highest jumps I could do. Stretched my arms and legs as far as I could. Tried to spin in place for a long amount of time. And tried to keep eye contact with Zack.

Once I stayed sitting in my position, Zack started to clap. An instant smile got brought up to my face. Did he really like my dance? He looked kind of intrigued when I started out.

"Not too bad, just a few fixes here and there then you'll be perfect," Zack smiles sweetly and walks over to me.

"Can I get a drink, please?" I say still breathless as I get up from my position.

"Hurry back," Zack sighs and starts stretching his arms and legs.

I go to the back of the room to the drinking fountain and drink gulps of warm water. Why is the water warm? Is it backed up or something? It's not very good.

I go back to Zack and he finishes stretching by leaning forward with his hands behind his back. I clear my throat and he looks over, smiling again. Man, I really like his smile.

"Ready?" Zack stands back up and looks down to me.

I look up to him and his emerald green eyes pierce through my blue ones. Zack has such pretty eyes, as well.

Wait, wait, wait, this is my dance instructor. There can't be any liking between us. Besides, he's so much older than me. It's just weird, and wrong.

"Ready," I smile and sway on the heels of my feet.

"Alright, so I want you to be comfortable with me, so I'll be talking to you a lot while we're working, okay?" Zack grins and tilts his head to the side, waiting for my answer.

Does he mean that he wants to talk about personal stuff? Well, I believe I'm a pretty open person about my life and I do like talking, so why not?

"Sounds good to me," I let out a breath and start relaxing my tense muscles.

"Good," Zack smiles and steps behind me. "I'm just going to stretch your legs out again, alright?"

I nod and get ready. Zack slightly bends down, grabs my right ankle and pulls it up behind me. I feel blood rise to my cheeks getting them bright red as I lean forward. Just the position I'm in while he's stretching me, it's almost embarrassing. He keeps lifting my leg until it's straight up in the air, surprisingly, it doesn't hurt.

"So, why did you decide to start dancing?" Zack asks and slowly puts down my leg, and lifts up my left leg.

"Well, after my dad left my mom and I, I would just do little things to make my mom happy, and it would make me happy too," I say while smiling and still blushing with the stretch exercise.

"Interesting," Zack says and puts my leg down.

He moves in front of me and grabs my waist gently. I look up at him with widened eyes. Why is he holding on to me by my waist? For some reason, I like it.

"Lean back into a bridge," Zack says slightly irritated but still pulls on a smile.

I nod again and start leaning back with my arms above my head. I can somewhat feel Zack leaning forward with my body. He leaned forward far enough that I felt his hips pressed against mine. I bite my lower lip so I don't have any noise escape my mouth. Why do I feel so nervous? Or am I just excited?

"Do you just like to do contemporary or what?" Zack asks as my hands touch the floor.

"Pretty much, if that's okay with you," I say quietly, the blood is rushing to my head, I can barely speak. Plus, Zack is really close up against me, I can barely even think straight.

"Oh, no, it's good with me," Zack says and pulls me back up to him.

Zack didn't back up so my body is pressed up against him. Waist to waist, chest to chest. His hands are still gripping my waist and my hands met up with his. The top of my head meets up with the crook of his neck. Zack doesn't move, but I do. I just slide back slowly and look back up to Zack. Maybe I could ask him some questions.

"When did you start dancing?" I ask and sway on the balls of my feet again.

"Well, probably when I was about ten, that's when I started to go to dance studios I believe," Zack smiles and comes close to me again.

I feel heat rise to my cheeks as Zack steps closer to me. He has this play - on smirk plastered on his face. He leans down to whisper in my ear.

"I think we're going to have a fun time working together for the summer."

What is that supposed to mean? Is he just saying that? Or does he really think we're going to have a good time being together?

I don't care about these possibilities. Maybe I would like to be here for more than an hour everyday. Maybe I would like to be here more than the summer.

This birthday present gets better and better by the second.