Sneakers En Pointe

Chapter One: Aoi Setsuna

I sat in the computer lab, earbuds in. During free period I usually did homework in whatever classroom was empty, but today I finished it all.

So, hey, why not work on some new choreo? With my five subject book in my lap, I researched different combinations and listened to a bunch of songs for inspiration.

Songs To Download:

*Uma Thurman (Fall Out Boy)

*Never Wave My Flag (Mary Mary)

*Coppelia (Delibes)

*Animal I've Become (Three Days Grace)

*Dancing With A Wolf (All Time Low)

I looked up from my notebook and nodded. Yes... I could definitely work out some dances. After jotting down a few combinations I wanted to try (Two pique turns, swivel, and a spinning side tilt. Looked challenging, but was pretty cool.) I flipped the pages in the notebook until I reached the third subject divider. Slowly, I lifted my pen and wrote whatever came to mind on an empty page. My fingers reached over to turn the volume up on the computer when I was stuck. Lately I've been working on a new song, but the words just weren't flowing through me as much. Hmm, maybe Noemi could sing what I have so far after the melody was figured out...

Suddenly, one of my earbuds were plucked out of my left ear. "SETSUNAAAA!"

Snapping my notebook shut, I turned in the spinny-computer-chair to face a bright-blonde boy with a huge grin plastered across his face. "What do you want, Bishop-Senpai?" I said flatly, pulling the other earbud out.

Remy Bishop is a junior at Mirai Academy, in the A class, and quite popular with the ladies. Blonde hair, turquoise eyes. Can't miss him.

"Just call me Remy," he said, playfully patting my head. Since Remy hadn't grown up in Japan, he thought it was kinda weird for his friend to be calling him by last name. But I told him he wasn't allowed to call me by my first name.

I swatted his hand away and shut off the computer I was using. Only ten more minutes until our "Wander Classes" start. I needed to start heading down to the dance studio.

What is a Wander Class, you ask? It's basically elective classes. There's a whole story behind it too, but I don't feel like telling it right now. Lets's go back to the story.

"Okay," I said, shoving my earbuds into my backpack, along with my notebook. "What did you want from me, Remy?"

He spun around in his chair, giggling like a little child. "Just was wonderin' if you were coming to the cafe today," he said, a bit of a southern accent coming out. "There's a table open just for you, Setsuna."

Ahh, the little cafe Remy and his friends got permission to run at the school. It's open every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from 4:30 to 7:00. And then on Saturday, they open at seven in the morning to five in the afternoon. Michio Yuudai and the other one, I forget his name, but he has white hair, comes by to tell me that. Every. Single. Day. I heard from the other students that the girls go there just to look at the boys who work there. The place is basically a strip bar, but guys work there and they don't take off their clothes. And no alcohol, but I heard they serve really nice iced teas and sandwiches.

So, like a maid cafe. But with butlers instead.

"Not interested, Remy, sorry," I stood up and stretched. A cafe sounded like a waste of time. I have work to do. As I walked past Rèmy, I heard him make some squaking noise before he fell over in his chair. Doofus.

"But, Setsuna!" he called, scrambling to his feet. "What if... What if we made a deal?"

I planned to ignore him, but he followed me out of the computer lab. "Not. Interested." He can't follow me into the girls' room, so I headed there. I needed to change for dance anyway.

"Oh, but I think you will be!" Remy continued. This guy didn't take no for an answer, huh? "Please? I promise I'll stop asking you to come to The Cafe," He pleaded.

I paused. "...If?"

"If you meet my friend at the mall? I think you'll like him, all the girls say he's cute. You guys can eat, walk around... Maybe catch a movi-"

I spun around to glare at Remy "A mall? With a cute, Ken Doll of a boy like all the other guys at this school?" I rolled my eyes. "Aha. No thanks, I'm good."

He pouted, turquoise eyes sparkling. "But Aoi..." He grabbed my hands. "Please, please, please, PLEEEEASE?" Then he said he'd talk to my dance coach about letting me perform a solo piece during our upcoming showcase. Only the Alto and above level dancers could perform solos during showcases. We have a showcase, showing off the talents of our students, every last Saturday of the month.

Ahh, I love the performing arts programs they offer at this school.

Anyway, that's how I ended up at the mall on Friday after school, sitting across Akira Iori. Probably one of the most richest spoiled brats at this school.