The Hard Doubled Life

The Dancing Boy

Amanda’s Pov.

I was driving behind Andrew and only one main question was on my mind:

What trouble did he get into to be here??

Why he’s there is obvious! He got in some trouble!

It’s undeniable that the school is for delinquents!

Calm down girl!

Ahhh!!!!! Conscience, stop doing that!!!

Doing what?

Popping up!

I’m always gonna have to pop up!

No, you don’t!

Yes I do! It’s not like you can see me or sense when I’m about to say something!!

…………………………..

Exactly!

Shut up.

Fine.

“Ugh!” I yelled frustrated and hit the steering wheel.

Andrew being here can fuck everything up. Gosh that sounds so mean and rude. I really missed him but if I can’t complete my assignment I’m screwed. Why are thing so damn complicated!! If I tell him what I’m here for will he stop me or help? Or not care at all and let me go on with it.

Crap Kristopher doesn’t know.

I took out my phone and texted him: I gotta talk to you alone when you get back, it’s important.

Shortly He Answered: Okay but me and everybody else are gonna make an ice cream stop.

Me: I WANT ICE CREAM!!!! GET ME A VANILLA WITH STRAWBERRY SYRUP PRETTY PLEASE!!!!! WITH A CHERRY ON TOP!!

Kris: Was the cherry on top supposed to be part of the begging or did you want that on your ice cream?

‘Well it was for begging, but now that I think about I want a cherry on my ice cream so…’

Me: BOTH!! :D

He didn’t reply… Mr. Grumpy pants won’t send a happy face back. What a grump….

When we reached the school me and Andrew parked and walked to the dorm area. On the way there I looked around and barely notice how nice of a place this school was. There was a huge dolphin fountain in the middle of the quad that looked beautiful with the moon reflecting off it. But the place was so quiet and abandoned I had the erg to yell “echoooo!” to see if the place would actually echo but I fought it.

We walked into the living room/lobby of the dorm building to see it deserted but music was blasting somewhere. I looked to my right and saw a guy at the very back of the room dancing exotically next to huge stereos.

I was actually pretty shocked to see a random guy just dancing out of all things, he could possibly be building a bomb or something dangerous but nope this guy is dancing.

Wait no, He’s fist pumping now.

I ran over to where he was and saw his eyes were closed so I turned the music to full blast and joined him and started fist pumping to just for the hell of it. Andrew whipped out his phone and recorded us. I was pretty into it until the music abruptly stopped. I looked over next to the music player and saw the guy starring at me in horror.

“What?” I asked innocently.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t move a muscle. And his face was starting to get red and not blush red either. And he didn’t look mad he looked scared shitless. I think he forgot how to breathe.