"Hey, blue tights, your legs look great in those but use them to get out of my way, yea?"
A slightly deep tone rang out amongst the silence that I hadn't realized had fallen on the room as I was gushing about Coach Taylor's compliment that she gave me on my solo run to Sarai.
I stood pin straight with my back facing the owner of said voice. Sarai's eyes opened just the slightest as she looked over my shoulder. Her face read, "Oh, shoot."
I was mildly irritated. Not at the comment, but the fact that I was interrupted in my spiel. With a witty comment just on the tip of my tongue, I effortlessly spun on my heel to face the kid with no manners.
His eyes widened a bit. I was almost taken back by how freaking good looking Elijah looked, but I held my stance.
"You like my tights? Yours look a bit..." I ran my eyes up and down his form, "small, especially in a certain area. If you want a pair that fits, let me know." I swung my bag onto my shoulder and walked past him, who seemed to be preoccupied with studying me.
Freaking rude, who says that to someone you barely know? I know I have great legs but yeesh, boys are so disrespectful.
Especially the cute ones.
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Two rival dance teams share a camp ground, both practicing for the All Star National Dance Festival.
Angie Fierro's plan is to win first place in the Team Division, score the $20,000 cash prize, and get that dance internship under one of the world's greatest choreographers.
What happens when she finds out an old acquaintance, who has become a good looking, popular dancer, is her rival team's captain and begins to distract her from her plans?
With Angie's stubborn, competitive spirit and Elijah's steadfast, egocentric confidence the two used-to-be friends fight for the same goal, while slowly figuring out their own feelings toward each other.
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- Slight mature themes/content🥴
- LOTS of sarcasm and sass doe👀
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