The dance studio isn't far from my house, it is only fifteen minutes away. It's a small building, not being a huge studio everyone knows about. The sign isn't anything special, just having the title of the studio on the front. As I pull into the small parking lot, I park my Jeep and climb out. Immediately getting out and going to the front doors, I open them to see the nice lady sitting at the front desk. With a quick "hello", I walk to the private studio having already called beforehand and asking for a few private hours. They gave me full access to the studio, just telling me to clean up when I'm done. My gym bag plops to the floor as I look around the studio. Making my way to the middle of the room, I take it all in. It's been a long time since I've been here. For several minutes, I stretch out getting limber before plugging in my phone to the music system. The music plays as I start dancing an old routine I created a while ago. Once the music ends, I'm sweating and breathing heavily. Within seconds, I hear clapping and look over to the source. Mason Deverez. School jock.
"Uh, how long have you been here?" I question, still a little out of breath, he shrugs.
"Long enough to know you are great at dancing," he answers simply. Quickly standing up straight, I walk over to my bag.
"I was told no one else would be here," I state, annoyed I was interrupted. Feeling dehydrated, I grab my water bottle and down half of it.
"I just came to grab something I forgot from the last time I came," he responds. "Can I ask you something?" he adds and I shrug.
"Go ahead."
"How long have you been dancing?"
"I started when I was four. My mom taught me, but when I was eight some bad things happened and caused me to stop. I danced a little when I was twelve and stopped at the beginning of high school, haven't danced since," I explain. He blinks a couple of times before speaking.
"May I ask what happened when you were eight?" he pushes, making me glare slightly at the ground.
"No," I declare and shut the conversation down. "Now if you don't mind, would you hurry up and leave."
"Yea, sure," he hurries to the storage room and takes a few minutes to get what he wants before leaving, waving before he walks away. When he finally disappears, I sigh in relief. Walking back to the middle of the dance floor, I sit down. Trying to work on a specific technique, I lay on my side and put my left forearm flat on the floor, slowly pushing off the ground so that my body is facing the way my head is looking. My left leg bends, putting my right leg straight and above my head, a few feet away. Finally, I straighten my arm so that it is above my head in a sort of v-form and my hand is in a fist. For ten minutes I hold the stance, even though it felt like forever. I continue doing different technical moves until it reaches 9:15 p.m. Then I leave the building, going home however not before showering and changing. When I get home, I eat a small dinner before cleaning my dishes and heading to my room. As I get ready for bed, I check my messages. Nothing. Not even a thank you from Camela. It's fine, I guess. Briefly changing into pajamas, I climb into my bed, plugging in my phone and dosing off to sleep.
Waking up Wednesday morning, I slowly get out of bed and head to my bathroom to shower. After rinsing off as much sleep as possible I change. My outfit for the day consists of a white shirt with the Eiffel tower on it, black skinny jeans, and black slip-on vans. Finishing my look, I brush my hair while blow drying it, put on a black beanie, and keep my makeup to a minimum. Before going downstairs, I pull on a black leather jacket grabbing my school bag, phone, and wallet. For breakfast, I eat the eggs and bacon my dad made me and clean my dish. Once I'm done cleaning up, I leave the house and walk over to my motorcycle, swinging my leg over and starting it. The engine revs as I pull out of the driveway, heading towards school. It's a bright, sunny day in Thompson Falls, the fall breeze blows my hair behind me.
Vehicles buzz by me as I approach the school. Parking in my usual spot, I get off my bike and walk towards the boring building. When I'm inside, I head for my locker, and on the way there, I hear people whispering about the next party. By the time I get to my locker, I figured out it's on Friday and Mason is hosting it. How fortunate. It's not like I'm going anyways. My dad's busy that night though, he says he has plans. Walking to class, I sit down and get my stuff out, the bell ringing as I do so. Someday I'm going to kill that bell.
Ashton's POV
It's a Wednesday which means the news about the next party should be going around. As I walk into school with Jaden, Mason comes running up to us.
"Guess what!" he exclaims.
"What?" I deadpan.
"Party at my place on Friday!" he yells. Some people cheer as I roll my eyes and start walking again. "Also, I saw Emmaline yesterday!" he says while coming up to me, making me tense up slightly.
"Where did you see her?" Jaden asks.
"The dance studio," he answers simply. At that, I stop walking. "And let me tell you something, she is great at dancing."
"You saw her dancing?" I question. He nods.
"Yep. She didn't even notice me watching 'til I started clapping," he states. My thoughts take over as I start walking again and zone out of their conversation.
Emmaline's POV
Rrrrriiiinnnnggg!!!
Cursing at the bell, I pick up my stuff and walk out of the room. On my way towards the cafeteria, I put my headphones on and plug them into my phone to listen to music, drowning out the rest of the students around me. Once I'm in the cafe, I grab my usual salad and chips, sitting down at my usual table. In the middle of my lunch, I feel a presence in front of me so I look up and standing there is the one and only, Jaden. Surprisingly, I smile up at him as I pull my headphones down, so that they're resting on my neck.
"Hey," I greet.
"Hi," he replies.
"Do you need something?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Ya, I was wondering if you were going to the party Friday," he answers.
"Masons?" I ask. He nods and I shrug. "I don't think so, partying isn't really my thing."
"Come on, you have to," he begs, making me raise both eyebrows.
"Fine," I say. He looks hopeful. "But only if you do something for me."
"Sure anything."
A smirk falls on my lips. "Tell your friends to stop staring at me all the time during lunch," I declare. His mouth drops.
"How did you know they were staring at you? I mean, you don't even glance their way," he questions, confusion taking over his face, I shrug.
"I have my ways," I state simply. "Now if you don't mind, I need to go," I say. Throwing a goodbye over my shoulder, I leave, pulling my headphones back up and go back to listening to my music.
Looks like I'm going to a party... Yay me.
School is over soon enough, so I decide to go shopping for something to wear for the party on Friday. Heading to the mall, I take a deep breath knowing this could take a while since my sense of style is a little different compared to most girls my age. When I get to the mall, I walk into one of the many stores, looking around at my options. After an hour of looking around at more than one store, I find myself getting altogether a short black skirt, a white shirt that shows a little skin, and white sneaker-high heels. Once I pay for my new clothes, I go back to my motorcycle and put the bags in the compartment under the seat before swinging my leg over my bike. I start up my bike, drive out of the parking lot, and go back home. At home, I take everything to my room. I put everything away and go back downstairs. Walking into the kitchen, I grab a cup and fill it with water. Jets walks into the kitchen, whimpering.
"I'm sorry I haven't given you much attention lately," I apologize. "Wanna go to the park?" I ask, he barks and I take that as a yes. So, I grab his leash and connect it with his collar. Then I bring him outside and start walking towards the local park. Dad isn't home, so I don't bother to tell him where I'm going. Walking down the block, I reach the park and unleash Jet. He quickly runs away to play around with all the wild animals and exotic plants. While he chases a squirrel, I go to my favorite tree and climb it. When I reach the top, I pull out a book. Right now I'm reading The Fault in Our Stars and it's been really good. After reading a chapter, I put the book back in my bag that I brought with me and climb down to search for Jet. My eyes quickly find him, but I notice he isn't alone. As I walk up to him and the stranger, I get ready to go crazy. However, when I get close enough I notice it's just Jaden.
"Jet!" I call out and he comes rushing to me. Jaden comes over to me with a smile on his face.
"I'm guessing he is your dog then," he comments. I nod and smile.
"Yep, and he is the best dog ever," I respond directing the last part toward Jet while kneeling down and petting him. Jaden kneels down, petting him cautiously while Jet allows him to.
"You really love him, don't you," he states. With a smile, I nod.
"Yeah, I do. I've had him since he was a pup and he understands me better than anyone could," I respond. Other than my mom.
"That's really cool," he replies.
"Well, we better get going," I say, standing up. "I'll see you tomorrow."
He says bye while I turn to leave, Jet right at my side. When we get to the edge of the park, I leash him up and continue on home. When we get home, I feed and water him, walking into the kitchen after to get some dinner myself. After eating dinner, I clean up my mess and head upstairs, Jet coming with me. I let him into my room and go into my bathroom to change into pajamas. Briefly washing off my makeup, I brush my hair putting it up into a messy bun. Back in my room, I lay down beside Jet in my bed with my laptop in hand. I start up Netflix, watching it until ten o'clock before snuggling up to Jet. Soon enough I fall into a deep sleep.