Once Nyra had left, Rye kept himself concentrated on where she was going, the world was never bothered about her and her after school life either, no one ever expects the most popular guy to go along with the most unpopular girl.
As his eyes struggle to find her in the vast crowd his lidless eyes and keen looks find his queen in the ant headed crowd. She moves towards the parking lot where she unlocks her bicycle.
Shawn shouts from the rehearsal room, "Now what distracted you more comrade".
Rye smirks over Sam and gets back to the rehearsal room, defining indirectly that not always the king gets to interfere, his suggestive queen can trap the silly lamb too, unknowing to the fact that it was the king's bait on her love and not on the lamb, he pushed just to get the impressive look of the queen who tried secretizing her talents.
But the situation was not planned ahead, fortunately the flow posed some positive structure of his bait, while he wanted her to fall for him, the fate made him fall for her helplessly as her inner inert beauty tries to pierce out her wounded past cage.
Even for the next hour the magical last stares she left haunted him down, it was a distraction of course but only he knew it, as his moves synchronized with the beats, no one would ever thing he had a distraction, the observers would absolutely misunderstand that he was fully immersed in the joy of his reciproctic moves, the fact stood apart he was immersed in the joy not in the magic of the dance which was his past addiction,his new enthusiasm towards her mesmerizing eyes was like a drug impossible not to addict.
Thanks to his stimulus which made his dance moves a reflex with the beats of the song, of course once addicted, the drug never pulls itself down with the arrival of a new addiction, in fact it masters it's control in one's body with the absence of the personified mind.
This is exactly what he was going through, an undescribable expressions jolting themselves together to just blast as quick as an adrenaline rush.
Ever single time he thought of her and her stares on him, not as lovely as she could possibly have in her eyes, but this was enough for him to do several stunts in a rush to just not miss those stares again.
As his dance would make his time move faster by another fold, his thoughts over his dream queen fastened it harder and made him a better dancer for the day, his feel was undoubtedly rare to him, as this was the first time he got that shot inside his head and this was the time he knew his heart would start interfering in his decisions from that present.
His wet hair and drained sweatshirt and his shoes knocking the ground with pleasure of dance did not let him stop, the thought of her and the feel he had could just make him do better than the results he had gotten before with the revange as the beginning.
Dance was never his true talent, out of revange, all these years he made himself unbeatable and excelling at ever thing he counted by a victory over his revenger.
He made up his mind with that nostalgic view not by revenge this time. This was caught by one of homeboys.