The Boxer And The Dancer (Michael B. Jordan)

Chapter 4

•Michael•

I Was Still Disappointed By The Loss The Other Day But I Was Back In The Gym. It Was Going On 7 O'Clock And The Building Was Starting To Clear Out. I Was Walking Down The Hall When I Heard Past Tense By Bernard Flowers Playing. I Followed The Music Till I Came To A Room In Which The Door Was Cracked Open. I Looked In And Saw A Girl Dancing. I Watch How Her Body Moved So Effortlessly. I Slipped Into The Doorway And Admired Her. She Was Watching Herself In The Mirror. She Still Hadn't Noticed Me Yet. Then I Noticed She Was The Girl I Caught From Busting Her Ass After The Fight. She Was Short, Probably A Foot Shorter Than Me, She Had Shoulder Length Hair And She Was Thick, Like Thighs Galore.

She Noticed Me Through The Mirror And Jumped, Turning Around. She Hurriedly Turned The Music Off And Stared At Me With Furrowed Eyebrows.

"Well You Got Some Pretty Good Moves."

She Opened Her Mouth But Didn't Say Anything.

"So, Do You Have A Name."

"Drea." She Said Hesitantly.

"It's Nice Meeting You Drea, For The Second Time."

She Blushed A Bit Before Looking Down At Her Feet. She Didn't Have Any Shoes On But She Had Some Very Colorful Socks.

"Thanks For That By The Way." She Said.

"It's No Problem."

It Was Quiet.

"So Did You Enjoy The Fight?"

"Yeah I Did."

"Who Were You Rooting For?"

"You."

"Really? Well Sorry To Disappoint You With The Loss."

She Smiled. "Oh Please, You Could Have Won That."

"You Think So."

"Yeah You Just Not Light On Your Feet." She Said Turning To Grab Her Phone.

"I'm Sorry." I Said With An Amusing Facial Expression.

She Turned Back To Me. "Yeah That's How He Got You. You Drag Your Feet. Your Like A Machine. You Sting Like A Bee But Float Like A Ton Of Bricks."

"Really Now?"

She Looked At Me And Cocked Her Head To The Side.

"What, You Think You Too Good To Take Constructive Criticism From A Fan."

"I Wasn't Saying That."

"That's What Your Implying. Look I Was There, I Watched, I Saw, I Paid Attention. The Fact That Your Coach Hasn't Told You That, Means He's A Bad Coach. He Should Be Able To Catch Shit Like That."

I Didn't Say Anything. I Was Taken Back. Because Of My Status And Because Most People Were Intimidated By Me They Always Talk To Me In A Certain Way. She Was Being Blunt.

"So How Do You Suggest I Become 'Light On My Feet Then."

"Take A Couple Dance Classes."

"Dance Classes? Oh Babygirl I Don't Dance."

"Yeah And You Also Ain't Light On Ya Feet And Somebody Else Gone Knock That Ass Out."

"Ooh That Was Cold."

She Shrugged. "You Do You Then."

"How About You Teach Me How To Dance." I Suggest As She Was Looking Down At Her Phone.

Her Head Snapped Up In My Direction. "Oh I'm Sorry, I'm Not A Dance Instructor."

"That's Not What I Said."