Bet you I Can

I am currently going through and revamping the story. Same story line and progression just edited and more detailed. And this means I'll be editing 1-3 times a week, depending on how I feel.

It's always been a dream of jack's to be a dancer.

Her mother Wendy Anderson was a world class ballerina, selling out concert halls in less than 3 minutes all over the world.
Even while 5 months pregnant she continued to dance.

Well, Jacks wanted to be just like her mother. But still very different.

An all round dancer.

Crump, Hip hop, gymnastics, ballet, street dance and much more. She wanted to do it all.

And I bet you thought Jacks was a guy.

Nope Jacks is a 17-year-old girl. Who always get's mistaken as a guy. Yeah, what was her mom thinking?

Jacks has experienced it all, except love. Don't get her wrong she'd love to be in a relationship. And it's not like she's avoiding it she just doesn't want to force it. She believes the right person will come when the time is right. Well, thats until mister tall, dark and washboard abs comes along and sweeps her off her feet.

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"So how long has it been?" Matt asked digging through a box full of my old trophies.
We were currently up in my attic rummaging through old boxes to find my pom poms.

I sighed dropping yet another box filled with leotards. "I'm not sure maybe 3-4 years why do you ask?" I pick up another box and blow off the layer of dust that was covering it.

He turns to me and gives me a dimpled smile. " Well I was looking for a way to make a quick 10 bucks, " He says.

I gulp. God, he was gorgeous.

Focus!

I open a box and almost squeal when I find my old pom poms. These'll have to do until I can buy a new set.

Pom poms in hand I raise one brow and place my hand on my hip.
" Go on"

"Well," He starts off walking slowly towards me.

"I bet you can't do a round off back handspring," He says smirking.

I scoff. Really? I maybe 3 years out of practice but I'm no that bad.

"Bet you I can" I say.