Love Triangle

The Crew

Zani's POV (zan-ee)

"5,6,7,8" My dance instructor announced as the music began.

As rehearsed my body began to move to the music, in sync with the others attending the class.

Twirling and popping, the class as a whole made it through the entire dance, flawlessly making no mistakes whatsoever.

"Excellent!" My instructor Mrs.Thomas called as the music was shut off.

"You all are free to go, be hear 30 minutes earlier tomorrow please" She waved her hand in dismissal, disassembling our formation and sending students in search of there bags.

I had left mine in the locker room, to avoid being shoved and having sweat rubbed against me. ew.

Grabbing my Adidas duffle bag, I shuffled into the bathroom in desperate need of a mirror.

I pulled my hot pink brush out of my bag and brushed my shoulder length, curly, black hair into a messy bun.

I always liked to freshen up before walking out, no need to look like a cast member of the Walking Dead.

I turned on the faucet and splash some cool water on my milk chocolate complexion, waking myself up a bit.

A little background about myself is yes, my name is actually Zani last name Daniels. I dance for some of the biggest dance companies across LA, and have been featured in more music videos than you can count.

I live in a nice house with my father, who works as a doctor in our local hospital.

My two best friends, Dylan and Victoria are my life. They're there for me when no one else is, and they keep my priorities straight. Sure we get into arguments from time to time, but hey who doesn't?

We've stuck together, since kindergarten and have been inseparable ever since. I'd like to see someone try to tear us apart. They'd die trying.

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing blaring the tune of Fancy by Iggy Izalea.

I read the caller id before answering and speak.

"What's up?"

"I'm outside shawty" Dylan's voice called through the phone.

"Coming!"

I hang up, and grab my bags exiting the studio.

My eyes scan the parking lot, until I spotted Dylan sitting in his silver Porsche, his eyes focused on his phone screen.

I walk towards the car, and tap on the window with my freshly manicured nails, signaling him to unlock the doors.

His dull face brightens once I sit in the passenger seat, closing the door behind me.

"How'd practice go?" He asked, while pulling out of the parking lot.

"Good, I think I'm gonna be in another video soon" I smile in return and buckle my seat belt.

"Hopefully in this one you won't be half naked and twerking on a bar huh?" Dylan laughed, while eyeing me up and down out the corner of his eye.

"Hey, I didn't know it would be like that and you know it, shut up" I playfully punch his shoulder and unlock my phone.

"I know, I'm just kidding babe" He smirks at me, sending a wave of surprising shocks through me.

Still concentrating on my phone, I read the text message that had popped up on the lock screen of my IPhone 5s.

Vic (((:

Hey where r u?

Me:

In the car with Dylan, we're on the way