Dance With Me (Kian Lawley & Ricky Dillon / O2L) * ON HOLD *

Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

Kian and I texted non-stop over the next two weeks.  Due to our busy schedules, we weren’t able to actually meet up in person, but I was just glad we were still able to talk.  He was extremely funny and I never knew what was going to come from our conversations.  I found myself checking my phone constantly throughout the day, anxious to see when he would text me, a task that had become much more difficult to keep from the eyes of my friends.

No, I had not told the girls about my blossoming friendship with Kian.  Obviously, Hailey and Yasmin had been there when I had first gotten Kian’s number, but I managed to convince them that nothing had come from it.  I loved my friends dearly, but if they knew that Kian and I were still talking, they would make a million jokes about it and I would never hear the end of it.

Saturday afternoon, I found myself alone in my room, working on an AP US History paper that was due Monday.  Kian and I had stopped talking several hours ago, since he was going to a friend’s house to film a new video for his YouTube channel.  My phone lied next to me on my bed and my laptop was open, displaying a Word document (that had a total of seven words on it).

I flipped through my too-large textbook, looking for anything that could help me write a thousand words on the Chesapeake Colonies in the sixteen hundreds.  I chewed on the end of my blue highlighter, pausing to read a promising paragraph, when my phone rang.  Without taking my eyes from the page, I picked up my phone and slid my finger across the screen to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Brooke!  It’s Courtney.”

Courtney Richardson was one of my best friends at school.  She was on the varsity dance team with me and Yasmin, but went to a different dance studio.  (Hailey was the exact opposite—she went to the same studio as me and Yasmin, but attended the neighboring high school.)  Courtney and I had known each other since we were seven and it was her that had introduced me to Yasmin.

“Hey, Courtney,” I said, holding my cell between my ear and shoulder as I drew my highlighter over a long sentence.  “What’s up?”

“What are you doing tonight?” she asked, not bothering to hide the excitement in her voice.

“Well, seeing as it’s my only night off from dance, I’m spending it like every standard teenager—crazy parties, jungle juice, and unidentified substances given to me by shady characters,” I replied nonchalantly.  “So, an APUSH paper,” I clarified.  “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about Chesapeake colonies, would you?”

“I know that the Chesapeake Bay has some awesome blue crabs,” Courtney said.

“So no,” I said, typing out a few notes in the Word document.  Fifteen words.

“Well, put away your paper,” Courtney said, “because I’ve got better plans.”

Oh, this can’t be good.  “Like?”

“Group date!” exclaimed Courtney.  I groaned.  “Seriously, Brooke?  I bring you awesome plans for tonight and you’re going to groan at me?”

“Courtney, these things never work out for me.  Ever.  I know exactly how this is going to turn out.  Yasmin and Trey are going to spend the entire time making out, you’re going to bring whatever guy you’ve got your eye on this week, Evan is going to bring some dumbass Barbie doll to try and make you jealous, and I’m going to be sitting in the corner by myself, checking my phone every thirty seconds for an excuse to get the hell out of there.”

“You’re forgetting someone,” Courtney said slyly.

“Oh really?”  I narrowed my eyes, knowing full well that this wasn’t going to end well.  “Who?”