School finished an hour ago and I have dance club in like, 30 minutes. I went home to-
Home? Did I really just call it that? I have been here for less than 24 hours and I’m already calling it home? Oh, the audacity! (Kindly note my sarcasm, thank you.)
Anyways, I went HOME to get my stuff for dance club and to freshen up.
I packed a small bag. I had spare clothes, a towel (just in case), a romance novel (again, just in case) and a bottle of water.
The letter said that they’re only seeing what the new students have got so there shouldn’t be that pit in my stomach but me being me, there is a huge pit at the bottom of my stomach.
I was wearing a pair of black leggings, a black tank top, a pair of black Nike shoes and I kept a black jacket that I was gonna wear, next to my small black bag. You might’ve guessed by now that I don’t like vibrant colours that much. I tied my hair up in a high pony tail like this morning.
I walked downstairs and into the kitchen to see... Jeremy (I think) fussing around with some stuff. I took out a packet of Walkers Cheese and Onion crisps from the cupboard and started eating it.
“Hey. Jeremy, right?” I asked.
He flashed me a million-dollar smile and said, “Yeah. You’re Sky, right?” I nodded in reply because I had a mouthful of chips.
“What are you doing?” I asked sceptically after finishing chewing and looked at the packet of cling wrap and the oil bottle.
“A great, classic prank. Would you like to help?” he asked.
“I would love to, but I have dance club in half an hour. Maybe another time,” I said with an apologetic smile and he nodded. “By the way, I don’t snitch, so, good luck.”
With that, I left for the dance club.
No one else got it. I’m not sure whether I should be honoured or nervous about it.
“Skylar Johnson?” the dance teacher (Ms Allen) asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Great, start when you’re ready,” she said. I played the song Secret Love Song by Little Mix and Jason Derulo.
As I walked to the middle of the dance floor, I felt all of my worries wash away. For some reason, dancing always gave me this sense of peace. Like I could be there forever and be engulfed in happiness.
I’m a free dancer and partly a break dancer but I mainly focus on free dancing so my form and angles always needed to be perfect. And the ironic thing about this is that it’s called “free” dancing. But the thing about free dancing was that, it gave me total control but at the same time, I let my body do the movement and take me wherever it wanted. However, my mind would be relaxing and act like everything in this world is alright. Do you get what I mean?
The song started playing and I felt my body relax. My limbs carried me along to the beat of the song. I felt like I was flying and not the aeroplane kind of flying. It was like I was gliding through the air. Like I was in heaven. Ok, I’ll admit, that was a stretch.
Suddenly, the music stopped and I stopped. I looked at Ms Allen to see her next to the stereo. I looked at her nervously.
“How soon can you join?”
I was walking back to the house and had a wide smile on my face the whole time. I got in. I mean, they accepted me into the academy like a week ago but still, I needed the approval from the teacher or it would feel kinda wrong.
She was amazing. The way she moved along to the rhythm of the song was just totally serene. I could tell by just looking at her that she was at peace.
Now you ask, ‘Why were you there?’
And I’ll tell you that, I had basket ball and art practice, which was held in the same fucking building. And I went to see who the fuck was lucky enough to get accepted into the dance club since the Ms Allen is a bitch to everyone.
Currently, I was sitting in the living room, reading Romeo and Juliet because I’m fucking bored. Opposite to me was a whiny and annoying Maya because she couldn’t shut the fuck up about the fact that Jeremy played a fucking prank on her.
“It still hurts,” she whined to Lacey who was trying to calm her down.
“Would you shut the fuck up?” I growled. “Jeremy just did another one of his pranks. It’s not a fucking big deal!”
“What’s wrong?” Sky said as she knelt down beside Maya. She must’ve came home right now. Yes, I did say ‘home’ because the only people that care about me are here. ‘Home’ is where you have people who care about you, with you. People who love you. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t have that luxury, only a mansion, a huge swimming pool and tons of chicks after me.
“Nothing important,” Maya sniffled. “Why are you all sweaty?”
“Dance club,” she replied. I internally scoffed. Is she not grateful for the fact that Ms Allen (the bitchiest teacher in the history of teaching) approved her with just one performance?
“You’re all sweaty,” Maya stated the obvious.
“Jeez, I didn’t notice since I’ve been dancing my ass off for the past 2 hours,” Sky said sarcastically. I smirked at her choice of words. She fits in here perfectly.
Maya giggled and Sky smiled at the sight. “There we go,” she said.
“So, did you get in?” Lacey asked nervously.
Sky held a (mock) disappointed face. That sneaky little thing! She got in and we both know it. She just has to make everything a whole lot more complicated.
“Well, since I’m the most incredible dancer I know, I got in,” Sky said with a wide smile on her face. As much as I hate to admit it, she looked absolutely beautiful. Radiant. Like she didn’t have a care in the world. Like she’s been here with us forever.
Before I knew it, the girls were sharing a group hug.
“Urgh,” I muttered.
Sky turned around and looked at me with her brilliant blue eyes. She eyed the book I was reading before saying, “Nice. Although, I never thought of you as the romance-book-reading type.”
“Oh, really? Then what type did you think of me as?” I raised a brow. Seriously, I want to know what she think of me, for some reason.
She pretended to think for a second but I already knew she had the answer in her mind. “The kind that reads non-fiction. The kind that ready history, myth and poems and shit like that. Part of me did think for a second that you were the kind of dumb guy who doesn’t read any books at all,” she said, causing the girls to giggle. There was this challenging smirk on her face that told me all I needed to know.
Change of plans. I’m never going to stop talking to her (if she talks to me first, of course, I have some dignity) until I make her life a slight living hell. No one talks to me like that.
“You know, when I first saw you, I thought of you as the type that likes to live in fantasies and fairy tales. You’re the type that swoons over some romance books and as much as I’d love to chitchat, I have way better things to do,” I spat and got up to leave.
“Your tongue has no bones but it is strong enough to break a heart. So be careful with your words,” she warned.
“Aren’t you the one who said that you don’t care about what anyone thinks of you?” I raised a brow challengingly.
"'There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy'” she quoted.
“Shakespeare. Classic,” I muttered. “I don’t do philosophies. ‘Philosophy is a battle against the bewitchment of our intelligence by means of language’,” I quoted with a smirk. Let’s see if she’s clever enough to figure this one out.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t be able to figure out Ludwig Wittgenstein? I’m not stupid,” she rolled her eyes.
“I never said you were,” I said before swiftly making my exit.
Huh. I guess that was an improvement. I mean, considering how he didn’t even bother to reply to me at the academy, this is a huge up rise.
“What just happened?” Maya asked in confusion.
“Long story short, we had a battle of quotes,” I smiled. “What was wrong with you?”
“Jeremy pranked me. My face hit a lot of cling wrap and I slipped on oil and hit my butt,” Maya sniffled.
“WHAT?” I practically screamed.
“Yup. He does this all the time but there’s nothing we can do about it,” Lacey sighed. Ok, that sentence just sounded way too overdramatic to be real.
“There is. We’re gonna prank him and he won’t even know what hit him,” I smirked. Oh, this was gonna be one hell of a prank...