Falling...

Chapter Four

A/N - Sorry for the delay... have been busy with school. Gonna try and get more pages out to you guys. Hope you enjoy! Vote, comment. Do whatever makes you happy! I just hope this book makes you happy! Wanting more! I try to check all mistakes, but Sometimes they elude me. Sorry in advance. 

"Hey Ariel. Sorry to bother you. I need to chat with you a second. Can I come in?"

"Why not Ronnie. Come on in."

I back up and allow him to enter. He starts to glance around my place before his eyes land on Kibbles. He smiles and then turns to me. I close the door and put my hands in my back pocket waiting for him to get on with whatever he came over here to tell me. 

"So, I wanted to try and explain what happened out there just now."

"Dude, Ronnie, I don't know what happened. Its none of my business. I just live close to you."

"No,,,,,, no... Ariel. I need you to understand something. I am very lonely. I have never done this before. My father actually suggested it and paid for it. Trust me, I could never afford that woman."

"Ronnie. I am glad that you had fun, but why did you want me to know about it?"

"Well, I met a girl and I really like her, but I want to wait to do anything with her. I don't want to move to fast. So she might be coming around more. I don't want this to get into her ear. I know girls talk and...."

"Ronnie. I would never talk about that. It is your private life and none of my business. We aren't even really friends.  I am so glad you have met someone. But, I am far to busy with life to ruin anyone else. Okay? I promise, your secrets safe with me."

"Thank you Ariel. I appreciate that. So never speak of it again?"

"Speak of what?"

"Awesome. Well, have a great day. I'm gonna head home now."

"Okay, I was just on my way out anyways. Hope to see ya again and again, good luck."

He has the biggest smile on his eyes as he turns towards the door to open it up. He looks back and waves one more time before going through the door and closing it behind him. I grab up my back pack and grab my keys. I pet Kibbles one more time on the head for good measure and walk out the door, locking it behind me. 

I walk fast to my handsome truck and get in to head on over to work to help the substitute teacher tonight. She can really try my patience sometimes so it is gonna be one of the nights I probably will not get any of my homework done. I put my keys into the ignition and hear him rev up right away this time and it makes me smile. I rub my dashboard and thank him and that's when I see him.

Those stunning blue eyes are across the street looking at the newspaper stands that are there. He is wanting to get a paper. So he reads the paper instead of doing it virtually like everyone else. I watch as he puts in a few quarters into one machine, followed by another, and then another. I wonder why he needs all of the papers for? It gets my mind running. I silently stare watching his muscles move and tense as he pushes the button to get the papers out and then placing them on top of the machine.

I know that he can not see me in the truck so I just wait to see where he goes. I need to back out and go in the opposite direction, but I so badly want to just watch him. Wonder what he is thinking about and what he would think of me. If we ever met would he be interested in me? Am I his type. What does he wear; boxers or briefs? I go through scenarios in my head of how we could have our first meet-cute, but everyone leads to me taking him home. I look at my watch and realize I need to get to the dance studio. 

I back out of the spot and turn left in the opposite direction continuing to keep him in my rear view until I make my next turn. It is a hot day out, but the wind is blowing softly enough that it isnt making it uncomfortable. I pull up to the dance studio and park in the back where the staff parks. I get out and again thank my truck for making it here. In my heart I know that if I keep thanking him he will continue to work wonderfully for me. It helps me to cope in case something does happen to him. 

I walk into the studio through the back door to utter chaos. All of the clients have been called by Evelyne and now they are here earlier then usual and upset that she is not here. I sigh loudly and walk into the chaos making a point to calm everyone down. There are a few discounts applied and the girls are shooed off into their studio rooms so they can warm up. The parents go to their arena and now the dust has settled. Just as I sit down to answer a ringing phone is when Evelyne walks in. 

I stare straight at her as I am answering another client she has called in forewarning of her being there tonight and not the usual instructor. They are on their way and apologize for being late. I let her know that they are just fine and whenever they get here they will be let into class. There has been a mix up and that she was fine and the child would have no points taken off of them for this. This makes her sound grateful and I hang up the phone to see Evelyne right in my face over the counter. 

"So, you called me, let me a message, and now are telling my clients things that should be my place to let them know or not?"

"Madame Evelyne, I apologize, but I am just in this as you are. They can not be held accountable for a last minute change of time. Which why did you tell them all to come thirty minutes earlier then you if you wouldn't even be here until now?"

"Ariel, don't question what I as an instructor do and I wont question what you as a receptionist do. Oui?"

"Oui, Madame Evelyne."

"Merci!" She waves as she walks off and into her classroom. 

I just shake my head and pull out my homework for the night. I chose the easiest essay because this was going to be a night from hell. Just as I said this I saw Skylar walk past the door of the dance studio. Papers full in his hand. He recognized me from the tattoo studio. Stopped dead in his tracks and smiled at me. I looked around to make sure it was me that he was looking at? That's when he waved and walked into the studio. 

"Hey, you look familiar? Why is that.... " He says as he walks to the counter making me just drop my jaw and stare at him like he has a third eye.