"Bad" Boys and Ballet

Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning with sore legs. I had gotten used to it over the 12 years I'd been dancing. Sore legs were a small price to pay for happiness. I got up and went downstairs to find only my brother, Aiden, left at the table, wolfing down toast and energy drink. I rolled my eyes. Only he would be drinking that much caffiene at 7 in the morning. I padded over to the cabinet and grabbed some PopTarts. I warmed myself up some chai tea and sat down next to him. 

"Anything exciting today little sis?' he asked in betweens bites. 

"If you call history class exciting," I answered, rolling my eyes at him. He laughed and went back to eating. 

"We're leaving in 30 minutes so hurry your butt up," he said, getting up. I nodded and finished my breakfast. I put my dishes in the sink and headed up to my room. I grabbed some dark skinny jeans and my favorite dark green sweater. I did some light makeup and grabbed my signature white converse high-tops. Just as I was tying them, Aiden came up behind me and playfully pulled my on my high ponytail. 

"Well don't you look just dashing," he joked.

"Better than you," I shot back. 

He pretened to clutch his heart. "Ouch Kat, that really hurt," he whined. I rolled my eyes and stood up. 

"C'mon you wimp, we're going to be late." He sighed and we walked outside. My brother had his own car that he was very proud of. It was a red 2012 Camaro that he had gotten used from our uncle. He started the car and pulled out of the driveway. I rested my head against the cool glass and zoned out, listening to my brother hum along to his Mayday Parade album. 

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I sat down in my history class in the back of the room, as usual. I automtically pulled out my notpad and began writing down choreography ideas to practice. I was my own teacher, and I loved the creative power it gave me. I looked up as the other students started to arrive. Everyone sat down as our teacher, Mrs. Hawth came in. Behind her was the infamous bad boy, Grayson Mathes. He was the leader of the Three Musketeers, the group of the three most badass guys in school, or at least that's what they liked to think. I didn't pay much attention to them, partly because they probably didn't even know my name. Grayson, or Gray, as everyone called him, sat down at his usual seat, three desks away from me. Grayson had stormy brown eyes and dark brown hair, making him looking moody and mysterious. Then suddenly, for no reason at all, he looked over at me and smirked. I almost dropped my notes. Never had he acknowledged my presence, much less actually smirked. I looked away quickly and tried to focus on the lesson, but the whole time I could feel him staring at me. 

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I skipped lunch as usual and sat down at the back table in the library. I pulled out my favorite book The Jewel Box Ballerinas and got lost in the happy story. I was so entranced in the words that I didn't notice a trio of boys walk up to my table. 

"Hey, dance girl," the left one, James Coble, hissed at me. I almost jumped out of my chair. James was the school's player, and he had probably had more girlfriends than anyone else. He had striking blue-green eyes and dirty blonde hair, and he practically radiated confidence.

"Ummm hi...." I said, confused as to why they were talking to me. 

"It's okay, we don't bite, usually," the right one, Colby Adams, said, smirking. Colby was the nicest one, and he had been witht the same girl for over 2 years now. He had light greenish blue eyes and brown hair.

"Okay, well, not to be rude, but what exactly do you guys want?" I asked them. Grayson, who was leading them, laughed. 

"Aren't you direct? Katrina is it?" he asked, staring down at me. I nodded slightly.

"Well, you see, we kind of lost a bet," he explained, biting his lip and kicking the ground, obviously embarrassed, "and the terms were that if we lost we had to take ballet classes for 3 months.The thing is, we need a teacher, and you seem like you're into ballet and stuff. We were wondering if you could maybe teach us?" he ended. I was about to say no, when I realized, how bad could it be? 

"Sure," I sighed, "We'll meet every week day at 4 in Studio 7 over at the performing arts center. Don't be late." 

Grayson nodded and turned around, walking away. "Thanks," muttered Colby, and followed him. James tipped his head slightly and walked after them. I fell back into my chair, suddenly realizing what I had gotten myself into. This would be quite an adventure. I didn't have any idea how I was going to survive it. 

Hey guyssss! This chapter is kinda setting up the story, so it was kinda long. I hope you like it, and I'll try to update ASAP! :)