Josh Styles (Jacob Skelton) (Harry Styles)

Dance

Josh's POV:

^not edited^

"Josh! get up!" my mom yells.

I get up and rub my eyes. I remember falling asleep early last night but damn I feel like I got 1 hour of sleep.

I hop in the shower, washing my hair and cleaning my body.

I got out, flipping my curls to the side and drying off. I walk to my room, covering my lower half with a towel.

I grab a blink 182 shirt and put on black skinny jeans, and vans. I guess you could say I was a "band boy" or an "emo" boy. we'll. yeah.

I grab my skateboard and ride to school. I get there early and roam around the school. I found the band room, they had a new drum kit that was begging To be played.

I put my board and bag down and sat on the drum stool. I grab the drum sticks that were balancing on the chair. I banged on the Drums a bit.

"Do you play?" Someone asked.

I stop what in doing and just kinda Freaked out. "sorta" I say. I put the drum sticks down and stand up. "I'm the band teacher, Mrs. Harrison" she says

"Josh" I mutter. "so do you play at home?" she asked.

"No" I answer.

"We'll your really good" she says.

The bell rings and she tells me to get to class. I do as told and go to Homeroom and talk with Spencer.

We talk about this girl he had a crush On, her name is Sarah. She's really pretty and she seems like a nice person. Other than that classes were boring. lunch I was called a bunch of names.

Judgement is a big thing in high school. it's so sad that people would go so low that people feel the need I kill there self. I learned the hard way.

I used to be depressed -still am. I used to cut and self harm.... but then I learned.... it doesn't mater who the fuck is talking about you, or what they say. because you are you, and being you is the best fucking thing out there.

Whenever I see a girl with bracelets and pulling at her sleeves, I tell her she is beautiful, because they are the girls that don't get told that enough. I believe all people are beautiful.

School ends faster than I thought it would. I ride home and see my mom left me a note.

**come by dance studio, we can have dinner after** -love mom.

UGHH I hate the dance studio. I grab a coke and put it in my book bag, I grab my binder and shove it in there as we'll. I ride to the dance studio, seeing girls in booty shorts as crop tops.

Maybe I don't hate the dance studio. I walk in and see my mom teaching a class. she likes to teach the girls new things. she enjoys it. I notice all the girls starting at me. My mom looks I've at me.

"Oh, this Is my son Josh" she says and pulls me Into the dance room and everyone stares at me.

"Is he single?!" someone yells.

My mom scolds the girl that yelled that. "yeahh..." I mutter.

"How old are you!?" another girl shouts.

"Fourteen" I say.

"Annnyyyywayyy back to our dance lesson. Josh you can go sit in my office" she mutters the last part.

"No!! we want him to stay!!" the girls yell.

"Girls, we have a performance only days away we don't have time" my mom tells them.

"Please!!!!!!!" the girls beg. Carmon, my mom, tools as if she is looking for something to say. "fine" she says.

"Wait what?" I ask "you can stay and dance" she pulls me toward her and whispers in my ear "embarrass me and your ass grounded" she mutters.

I nod. I throw my bag to corner, and stand in the back of the class.

"Okay, we're going to stretch, Josh behave yourself" Carmon says.

I roll my eyes. the girls bend over showing there asses and stretching down to touch there toes.

Wow. why did I ever say I hate the dance studio? beautiful girls in shorts??? I'm not complaining.

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