The Dancing Darling and Her Bad Boy (Completed)

Chapter 7

💟Allison💟

"Well, you know how Zach used to be in the group? Yeah, well he pretended that he loved me and I believed him, and we started dating, which you already know. But the thing is, he was only using me for Catherine, my sister. Of course I didn't know this at the time, because I thought Zach loved me. He was teaming with my sister to ruin my dance dream. Then once he ruined it, he left, then my sister moved out. And- for God's sake- he's back at my school. I felt sick just looking at him. I just can't handle it."

"Al, you're going off topic, why did you leave? He left, like, after we got back from semis. What changed?"

I thought about this for a second before going to reply, but was cut off by Chelsey.

"Allison, umm.. why the hell is Beckett Graham the other side of the window?" My head snapped to where Chelsey was pointing, and sure enough, Beckett stood there panting, his hands on his knees as he sucked in deep breaths. My eyes widened and I realised that this was the guy I had broken down into tears over, seeing him dance.

Wait, he dances?

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and looked at Chelsey with a small smile while I shrugged.

"D'know."

Then that's when I saw the shirt he had on. It was his crew's dance uniform. it was white with black strips down the sides. In cursive writing, was their team name 'Gladiators'. As I felt my eyes widen, Chelsey followed my gaze and gasped.

"No. Effing. Way! Beckett's a Gladiator? For damn's sake, another 'Beckefied' thing. He dances too!" I laughed.

"Beckefied? That's a new one." Chelsey shrugged.

"At this moment in time, I couldn't give two sh-" Chelsey was cut short as John burst through the door.

"Allison, quick, answer your phone when it rings, and say that you aren't at the dance studio, but you're at Beckett's house."

"Why?"

"Your mum called the front desk. She said that Beckett's parents are home, but when your mum called and they tried to get you to come out, you wouldn't answer. Your mum called here with the most venom in her voice I've ever heard and she demanded to know if you were here. I said that when your friends came in I asked where you were, and I told your mum that they said you were at Be-" John was also cut off as my phone started to ring.

"You're at Beckett's, you fell asleep. Tell her that and she won't know you're here."

I nodded and shushed everyone before whipping out my phone, and putting on a voice that made me sound like I had woken up, and answered,

"Hello?"

"Allison May Parker. If you are at that godforsaken dance studio you will be grounded for the rest of your years under my roof. Where are you?" My mothers voice sounded through my phone. Rage boiled inside of me. I was seriously going to regret this later, but I opened my mouth anyway. With sarcastic happiness, I replied,

"Hey mum! I'm totally great, thanks so much for asking! Y'know, it was only two years ago today that you made me give up practically my life, so I'm so sorry that I fell asleep crying. Love you so very much, and call me when you actually care about what I want to do with my life." And with that I hung up. I looked around the room and saw everyone staring at me with shock. I wondered what they were staring at me like that until I realised: I had never told them who made me quit.

"Al, what do you mean when you said that your mum made you give up your life? Ally, please tell me she's not the reason you left," Jake begged. I shook my head as tears welled up in my eyes once again. Damn, I'm such a sook.

"I'm sorry, but it was her. None of you know the full story, and I'm sorry about that, and leaving the Samurais was the hardest thing I've ever done, but this is my life now. I'm the ex-Samurai, who was forced by the same very person who made me quit dance live in the same house as that person in room 6, the leader of the Gladiators, Beckett Graham. Who, at school is my personal bully. I want to come back as much as you want me to, but this has been my life for the past two years, and-" my voice broke, "- I don't see it getting any better any time soon. I'm sorry, but this is the result of a teenager who doesn't and never has been able to have her own decisions." By now I was crying and in a ball on the floor, everyone in the Samurais surrounding me. I was out of breath and it felt like a boulder had landed on myself, making it almost impossible to breathe. Metaphorically pushing that boulder off of me, I wiped my tear-stained face and stood up. I grabbed my bag and headed for the door.

"I should get going. Seeing all of you has really helped. Can you all give Chelsey give your numbers to her and I can get them off of her so I can keep in touch with you all this time," I said with a laugh.

"Bye guys."

"Bye Allison," everyone said in unison, while sending me sad looks. I waved goodbye and walked out of the studio, waving goodbye to John and walking to Beckett's house. The house of a Gladiator dancer.