Dancing With the Enemy

Dancing With the Enemy

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Dancing with my family was all I ever had. It washed away the stress, anger and the pain. You see though it wasn't with my blood-related family that I was talking about, no. It was with the people who stuck around. The family that I chose. With the Dance Generation competition coming up, it's never been more hardworking, sweaty or nerve-wracking in our little warehouse around the corner. If we won, we would receive a 250,000 check. If we won, we all could live a better life and dance away with no worries about bills. It's not that easy, of course. Our rivalry team was also competing. They were just as good as my crew. But I had a plan. Jake Foster lived right around the corner. He was the one who tormented me through my 'awkward phase' when I had a boyish body. He was the best dancer I've ever seen though. I just have to give up my pride and ask him to help us and join The Warriors. I can't believe I would dance with the enemy.
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My Teddy

The corner of his mouth tilts upward slightly. I smile again. A smile!? A tiny one, but still. "Hm. So I got you to smile, that's progress, yeah? Can I get your name now?" I ask, swinging my feel a little. He shakes his head shyly, his mouth not moving at all. Geez! Why do I want to hear this dude talk so much? "Okay, that's fine. I can give you a nickname." I offer happily. He looks up from his book, raising his eyebrows. I just stare for a moment. He has nice eyes. Pretty brown chocolate orbs. They remind me so much of....... "Teddy." He shakes his head immediately, frowning. "What, why not? You remind me of my old teddy bear. He was a good listener and he didn't talk much..... just like you." I say softly, tilting my head. He continues to shake his head. I fold my arms, leaning back in my seat. "Yeah, it's definitely sticking. Teddy.....It has a nice ring to it, yeah?" He sighs, the first sound I have ever heard him make. "No." . . . *Jordan* Teddy!? Seriously!? She gave me a fucking NICKNAME!? What the hell does this girl want!? I stuff my hands into my pockets, walking down the busy street. Forget about her. She's just a annoying pretty girl, she'll go away. Everybody does. She HAS to go away. *Spoiler alert*: she doesn't. Don't get close to people or they'll end up getting hurt. That's my mindset. I've been through enough of that. This girl doesn't belong in my world anyway. She's too innocent. *Mature content* {Just a quick update, I am basically rewriting the story. I wrote it when I was in 8th grade and it makes me cringe every time I try to go back and edit it so keep in mind that it'll get better}

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