Two hours later, I hug my last dancer goodbye. I see Corey mopping the floors in the hallway. Moving toward the music system, I play my rehearsal music.
Dancing is effortless, closing my eyes, I let moments flow through my body. I leap and gracefully dance across the studio floor. I just feel in my zone dancing, like I am the only one in the world.
My music finished and I open my eyes. I hear clapping in the doorway. Looking over, I suspect to see Adam, I am displeased when I see Corey.
"Enjoy the show?" I smirk.
"You are an amazing dancer," he says.
I hear that all the time, it is so common. I don't even feel like it's a compliment anymore.
"Thank you," I say walking towards the exit. I look at his face walking past him, and he looks confused. I don't have anything to say. Why should I? It's not like we are even friends.
I hear his feet following me outside. I wish he would just go away. I pretend like he isn't even here. I open my car door, and I see his hand reach across and shut my door.
"What's your problem?" I turn to face him.
I feel my face hot. I feel even madder when he starts laughing. Are my feelings just a game to him?
"You've been giving me the cold shoulder all day," he says.
"I have nothing to say."
"You had a lot to see yesterday," he remarks.
I open my car door again. This time he lets me. This boy. How irritating? I show an inch of interest in him, and he runs. And Mandy? If she is his type, then I am not.
I hear my passenger side open. I watch in disbelief as Corey climbs into my car.
" Isn't this car a little dramatic to you?" He asks with a goofy grin.
"What are you doing here?"
"I want to talk," he says.
"About?"
He looks out the window. "I felt the same thing dancing with you last night, Sadie."
"Wow, and that leads you to Mandy?"
"I meant her before you, she kind of threw herself at me," he laughs.
I roll my eyes. "Like me."
"I must be good-looking to the dancers," he smirks.
"Well, you have a date on Saturday, so that's that."
I reach across from him and open the door. "You are not going to let me explain?" He asks. He places his hand on my thigh. His touch makes me jump a little.
" There's nothing to explain," I push his hand away.
"Fine,'' he says, getting out of my car.
I quickly drive away. That boy. I feel so mad.