Dance Within the Love Sight
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  • Reads 124
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  • Parts 1
  • Time 15m
Ongoing, First published Aug 16, 2014
JACK GILINSKY FAN IMAGINE 
I was a senior and of course it was my last year in high school and i was excited to graduate and finally enter the real world reason being was i always wanted to be a model & a dancer and after high school my parents promised me it would happen. Along the rode i met a couple if guys. Which one of them happened to caught my eye.
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He was the type of guy that could cut diamonds with his jawline and make girls fall for him in an instant. He road a motorcycle to school and didn't remember the names of the girls he kissed. He has the entire school wrapped around his finger, willing to do anything he wanted. He was athletic, good- looking, rich. He had his own little crew that followed him around everywhere and went to parties ready to drink, fight, then hookup and leave. He didn't even try, and everyone knew it. He was Jack Gilinsky, and he couldn't help him self. But there was one girl. She was different. She was that one girl that went from "goody two shoes" to someone who couldn't care less about what anyone thought of her in one summer. She was the one girl who mesmerized Jack. She wore stilettos and leather jackets to school. Red lipstick and black ray-bans were her thing, and no one dared copy her. She smoked cigarettes in and out of school and could dance like there was no tomorrow. She had an exclusive group and no one dared approach unless they were asked to. But she was also the one girl who didn't care about Jack. Maybe that's why she was so fascinating. No one really knew why. Maybe it was the way she walked down the hallway looking strait, not bothering to acknowledge anyone except her friends. Or the way her ponytail always swung perfectly when she played volley-ball in gym class. Or the way her lipstick never faded. She didn't try, and everyone knew it. She was Erica Baird, and she couldn't help herself. They we're badasses, and they couldn't help themselves. This is the story of how these two strangers met, fell in love, and everything else in between.