Let Me Move You (dancer! Peter Parker x reader)

(1) ~ The Screw Up

The Thunderbirds were having their daily rehearsals. You were, as usual, in your place, managing the soundboard with a cup of coffee, jamming and tapping your foot to the song they were dancing to. As your hands started moving with the beat, it suddenly knocked out your coffee cup, spilling coffee all over the soundboard.

Sparks emitted from the board, before smoke blew out of it. The soundboard got fried, which interrupted a very important sequence in the dance rehearsal. One of the girls' hair got a little singed by the sparks that landed on her hair. She was extinguished immediately with a fire extinguisher.

You jumped away from the soundboard, trying to clean up the mess. The dance team captain, Isaiah, or as he was more commonly called 'Julliard', came running into the room, with a mad look on his face. Brittany, the girl whose hair got singed, also stormed in with a cross look on her face.

"What the heck just happened? Why was our rehearsal wrecked? We are in the middle of an important rehearsal here, we need to be seen winning Work It!" He angrily huffed.

"I'm so sorry, Isaiah," You began to apologise profusely, when he interrupted.

"Uh, Isaiah?"

"Sorry, Julliard. I didn't mean to interrupt your rehearsals. The coffee was knocked out by my hand, it was a mistake, I'm so sorry."

"Look what you did to Brittany's hair. Now she will have to get them cut into bangs. And bangs do not look good on her!" He huffed, pointing at her.

"I really didn't mean to do any damages, I'm really very sorry!"

"Yeah you are. This should not happen again."

"Thank you so much. I won't do this again."

"Yeah you won't. Because you're fired! Get Anthony to be the soundboard manager."

"But-wait-I taught Anthony everything he knows! Just give me another chance!"

"Go!" He said pointing at the door.

"Okay!" You huffed. You picked up your bag and coffee and exited the room. Great. Now you were banned from the soundroom. After some time, Jas, a.k.a your best friend since kindergarten, who was a Thunderbird, appeared next to your locker after sometime.

"So, didn't blow up anything else, did you?"

"No Jas, it wasn't on purpose!" You laughed. She always cheered you up whenever you needed it. She was the one who brought tubs of ice cream and lent a shoulder to cry on when you and Peter broke up (and it was a bad one). Speaking of whom, Peter had completely cut you off his life. He had stopped speaking to you altogether. So you did the same and cut him off from your life. You couldn't however stop yourself from stalking him on social media, where he used to post loads of stuff relating to dance competitions. Boy, did he win all of them.

"(Y/n)? Earth to (y/n)!" Jas's voice made you snap out of your daydream. You jumped slightly, and turned to face her. "Yeah?"

"Your Duke interview is tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, I just need to get in so bad. I have made my resume absolutely rejection proof what with my cello playing and students' government and old folk's home, I am unbeatable!"

"So am I for New York Dance Academy, baby! We rock!" she said, dabbing as well, making you giggle.

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Your alarm beeped loudly, waking you up from your long sleep. As you were waking up, you could hear your mother yelling in excitement to wake you up and a dozen reminders that today was the day. The day of the interview to get into Duke. Why Duke, some may ask? You could go for Harvard, NYU, MIT, Yale, if you wanted. Duke was where your father went. He had died in an accident when you were just twelve. You felt that if you got into Duke, you would feel closer to him since you didn't know him for a very long time. So you were determined to get into Duke anyhow.