Muse

We're both out of breath by the time the song ends. This is it, this is the one.
He looks up at me and smiles, I return it ten times over.
"You know, this song reminds me of you," He says. My brow furrows in confusion.
"How?" I ask. He walks towards me, still breathing heavy, and plants his hands on my shoulder.
"Well, let's just say, you're my muse."
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Devyn Mathew's life has revolved around dance as long as she can remember. But not just any dance: Hip-Hop. Now, in her senior year of high school, she continues down the path she had already planned out for herself. Be captain of her dance team. Get into her dream college. Graduate.

Nowhere in that plan did she prepare for Zachary Marning.

Zachary, also a senior, is new in town, but can dance his way out of any situation.

They both got a past of sorts, but what is uncertain is whether their pasts will cancel each other out, or collide, and in doing so, damage each other's present.