Dance With Me Tonight

Chapter 5: Show Us the Meaning of Haste

I let out an exasperated sigh and blew my hair out of my face. I was pretty sure I had seen that BigMac's ad at least three times in the past five minutes.

It was Isabelle's idea to drag me downtown after school to do some shopping. But instead of showing me around, she had took off right after she claimed seeing some cute guys at the mall down the street, leaving me dumbfounded and lost. Maybe she had a hotness meter or cute guy-sensor implanted in her brain. Beats me how could she even see all the way down the street. And I was just about to get her number.

I watched through a shop window as a whole crowd of squabbling girls had a clawing and screaming match over some purses on sale like their lives depended on it. Seriously? This wasn't the Hunger Games for god's sake. I rolled my eyes and continued my way down the main street.

I wandered down a few more streets, keeping a lookout for Isabelle until I reached what was probably the city square. Most of the people were crowded around something at the centre of the pavilion. I could hear hip hop music blasting from speakers as more people gathered around to get a closer look. Probably a street performance.

Curiously, I walked towards the crowd and managed to squeeze up to the front. My eyes widened when I saw what it actually was.

A breakdance performance.

I felt my heartbeat quicken all of a sudden. There were four or five dancers on a makeshift stage, all boys, from what I could make out. Definitely trained properly. People stared in awe as they moved in perfect sync, along to the music blasting through the speakers. But what bothered me most was the lead dancer who was wearing a beanie.

Unlike the other performers, he had a certain elegance and fierceness to his moves. He stood out the most with his flexibility and swiftness that reminded me of a twisting hurricane. The crowd gasped and I sucked in a breath as he suddenly jumped and landed on an elbow right after a power move. Then he did something very much like a mixture of an air flare and a windmill; only his hips were much higher compared to a flare, and he managed five of those bad boys in a row. On his elbow. I've never seen anyone accomplish something like that. Just looking at his perfect landing made me cringe. His forearm must have been really strong and firm to absorb the shock of the jump.

My gaze was continuously fixated on him and a slight uneasiness start filling my stomach. He looked...familiar somehow. I felt like I've seen him before. But his beanie hid half of his face, like he could dance without even looking. I searched my mind in an effort of placing who he was.

I jumped when someone placed a hand on my shoulder, jolting me awake from my train of thoughts. I spun around and my jaw dropped at the person standing before me.

"Chris?"

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"What are you doing here?" We asked simultaneously.

I almost couldn't recognize him. He was wearing a white jacket with the hoodie on, which was kinda strange in this type of weather. The hood blocked the sun from his face, which only made his turquoise eyes seem to glimmer under its shade.

"Were you wa---" I asked but he cut me off by cupping his hand around my mouth and pulling me closer until my fave was pressing against his warm chest. I blushed in surprise at the sudden close contact. I silently thanked the Gods for him not being able to see my boiling face but gods, he smelled like heaven.

"Why are you here!?" He asked. I attempted to say something but they came out as muffles.

"You can't stay here", he hissed, then looked around, as if he was searching for something. I rolled my eyes.