glass touch

Chapter 9

"Alright class, " My dance teacher chimes in with her pretty voice. Her name is Annabel.  I've noticed how teacher's prefer to be called by their first names even by the students.

"I'm assigning you your first project of the year today. You will be doing something that we'll be doing for the rest of the year once a week I want you to pick a song you like. A song that represents something for you. And I want you to create a dance for it. It can be ballet, break dancing even moshing I don't care. As long as you use it as a way to express yourself."

I gulped honestly i'm terrible at expressing myself. Every year at my old school when the teachers would have us fill out those worksheets about orselves and share them. i'd draw a blank and end up falling the assignment.  Still it's nice to do something different rather than boring worksheets, that ask stupid questions all the time. I'd rather do something creative rather than answer stupid question's like What's your favourite colour? Or what's your favourite food?

But even so I was pretrified.

Suddenly the bell rang and everyone began gathering their stuff  I went to grab my backpack.

"This is due next Friday! I'm excited to see what you'll all come up with." then I felt her eyes settle on me. I just knew she was looking at me, "Caitlyn do you have a moment."

I looked up at Anabel. She stood in her leggings and white t-shirt staring at me expectingly. That's what I loved about dance. They didn't make us wear terrible uniforms. All we had to do was wear a t-shirt and leggings. The guys could get away with shorts and a t-shirt.

I gulped what could Anabel possibly want with me? I barely ever talked in the class. Hell I barely talked in all of my classes, My only friend here was Claire. Everyone I met  at lunch yesterday are really acquantices. I was harmless. Seriously so what could a teacher possibly want to talk to me about?

"Uh yes?" I muttered walking over to her.

She studied me letting her eyes scan me entirely. She had a sly grin on her face and when she finally met my eyes again she smiled

"Listen. We might not have started dancing yet. But I see something special in you that goes far beyond dancing skills." she began walking over to her desk that was in the centre of her room and opening her drawer. I watched our reflection's in the mirror as I strode across the mats on the ground following her.

"I have something i chose just for you to wear when you dance on Friday."

I looked at her strangely."Me?"

she barely knows me and i was already her favourite student/

she nodded.

"Yes you," then she pulled a beautiful piece of fabric out of her drawer. it was a dress a short dress made for dancing it was amazing it was black and all lace and it looked like it would stop just above the middle of my thigh. The sleeves were long in her other hand and she held a pair of black ballet flats. "I can't see you doing anything but ballet. Were you going to do ballet?"

I nodded.

"Most girls usually do. Guys do some of the weirdest things." she let out an innocent giggle, then handed the dress and the flats over to me.

"So you want me to wear this to class next Friday? what about the other girls?and the guys?" i asked her.

She let out a little pfft then waved me off as she went back to her desk.

"They can choose whatever they want to wear. i just wanted you to have that." she informed me.

"Oh okay." i answered still a little confused.

she waved to me.

"I'll see you on Monday," i nodded.

"Right,"

i decided to just blow it off.It's best to do what the teacher tells you instead of questioning it. Especially if you don't want detention. So i threw a strap of my backpack over my shoulder and left the room before i could get myself in trouble. I needed to get to Lunch. Clare was probably wondering where i was. The only person i really didn't want to see was Daniel.

And Aaron

I shivered. Maybe i did want to see him. i loved watching him. He carires himself so differently from other people. The way he bites his lip, the way he walks. The way he runs his hand through his soft brown hair. Ugh I'm such a creep. But no matter how creepy i am I can't deny how familiar he seems to me it's like we have known each other for ages. Even his name sounds-

I bump into someone. which completely inturrpets my thoughts. Maybe it's Aaron again. Maybe he'll scowl and storm away like he did the last time. But when i look up i realise that the one person standing before me isn't Aaron at all. The vibe i get from him is completely different. Whenever I'm around Aaron i feel awkward. Out of place. But with him even though i bumped into hin i felt completely comfortable. His hair was wavy and messy and came down to his shoulders. It was black and his eyes were of course weird as hell. They were yellow. Not gold, but yellow. His features made his skin look pale. He was dressed in a leather jacket, black jeans and a grey V-neck.

"Oh pardon me," he had a british accent. Just like Kieran. What was with that here. "I didn't see you coming."

He smiled with his bright teeth i couldn't help but blush.

"Uh it's fine it was my fault. i was sort of thinking too much and -" i began.

He pressed a finger against my lips to quiet me. I grinned and stiflied a giggle.

"Shhh." he muttered chuckling. "You don't have to worry about a thing..." then he let his finger fall from my lips and extended his hand to me. " I'm Cassius, Cassius Aleron. But call me Cass.  Cassius sounds weird."

i nodded and shook his hand.

"I'm Caitlyn Young. Boring name huh?" i giggled.

he shook his head his eyes smiling into mine. My heart skipped a beat.

"I think it's a beautiful name." he complimented.

I bit my lip. My cheeks were getting hotter and hotter. The draw i feel towards Aaron is familiar and very in depth, But Aaron is one of those guys who just doesn't seem to care. He wants nothing to do with me. he's stuck tutoring me only because of Kieran. Not because of his own free will. Cass, Caass has already made me feel wonderful even though we met ten seconds ago.

"Th-thank you." i stammered. pushing my hair behind my ear.

"Want me to walk you to class?" he asked me standing at my side.

i smiled. I've already captured the interest of a guy which is something i couldn't seem to do at my old school all guys shunned me but now one wants to walk me to class. Today is so weird.. but a good weird.

"I'm actually going to lunch." i said teasingly. "So you'll just have to walk me there."