For the Love of Dance

Chapter 5

"Are you okay?" the voice urges me to open my eyes. I'm scared to open them because I know once I do, there is no going back. I take a deep breath and finally open my eyes. I flinch at the light. My eyes begin to readjust and I see someone's blonde hair. I want to smile. I know it can't be him. I must have made up a picture of him in my head.

"Are you okay?" the blonde lady asks again looking a little inpatient with my lack of response.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I place my palms on the floor and begin to push myself up.

"Woah, take it easy." The boy with the green eyes, tan skin, brown messy hair and electric smile stares back at me. I was not hearing things. It was him. He was here. I wonder for how long? Did he see me fall? No. I am not doing this. I don't care what he saw. He is just a boy. Nevertheless, I can feel my cheeks heat up. He reaches his hand out to me. He wants to help me up. No.

"I am fine. I can get up myself." I say shrugging off his hand and pulling myself up. Every part of my body aches and screams for me to sit back down. My butt especially. I grind my teeth and brush off the dust on my tights.

"I never said you weren't but, you could have broken something," he says while chewing the inside of his cheek. The lady leaves us alone seeming annoyed with the whole situation.

"Well, I didn't." I say while walking towards my water bottle. Hoping that he will get the clue and leave me alone.

"That's good. It would suck if you broke a leg and then you wouldn't be able to dance for a while," he says avoiding eye contact. I can't believe this is happening. I never thought I would see him again. The university is big and there are a lot of people that go here. It would be impossible to meet and see everyone. The odds of me seeing him at the club were also slim to none as there are 5 different clubs on Hess street alone. Also, we didn't go to the club that often. I feel him staring. Oh right, I need to respond.

"Yeah it would suck as I am one of the best dancers this world has ever seen." I smirk at the comment. Best dancer the world has ever seen ... or one of the worst. I take a sip of water and notice that he leans in closer to me from where I am on the bench.

"Hey, I feel like I need to be given some credit since I basically taught you all my moves." he chuckles. He then moves to take the spot beside me on the bench. His body was so close. I could feel his strong muscles against my arm. I could feel his breath against my neck. What was happening? The closer he gets, the more I just want to close the space between us.

"Well, this is weird." Really? That is the smoothest thing I can think of to say.

"It's a little weird. But, I figure that if we were to meet again, I can finally tell you my name." He says looking at me directly in the eyes. I couldn't help but stare back. His eyes were so captivating. I just want to sit here and stare into them. Maybe do some other things with him as well.

"I liked the whole mysterious vibe you were giving." I say laughing. I hope he takes that well as I really do want to know his name.

"Yeah, well mysterious men are also called stalkers." he says a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Well here you are at a place that I was at first." I say hoping that he too takes that as joke.

"Wow! Are you accusing me of stalking you? I will have you know that I have been here since 10 in the morning." he says clenching his jaw. Shit! I shouldn't have said that. I am going to screw this up but isn't that what I wanted? This was not real. We would not make it in the real world because the club is not the real world. It is a world of alcohol, sweat, misguided confidence, and bad decisions.