Oh yeah, you all wanna read this don't 'cha? Okay, well, without further ado...
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Ana's POV
"Stupid school, stupid dress, stupid classical music, stupid dance!" April grumbled, angrily shoving books into her locker.
"What's wrong?" I laughed.
"Oh, you haven't heard? Gallagher High has decided to it's usual dance at the end of the month!" April said frustradedly, slamming her locker closed.
I groaned. Gallagher Prepatory did indeed throw a dance, but it sucked. Big time. Our musical arts teacher Mrs. Donnahue, made us all learn how to waltz, and we had to wear tight, itchy ballgowns, dance to classical music, and we got graded on it all.
"Yep, and now, dear sister, it's time to head to musical arts," April said sadly.
"Fantastic," I blew my hair out of my eyes.
Apri and I walked into the classroom just as the bell rang, and we slipped quickly into our seats before Mrs. Donnahue could catch us.
"You're late," Mrs. Donnahue chided. Mrs. Donnahue was a plump elderly woman with silver hair that she always wore in a complicated twist. She spoke like she belonged in the Victorian era and had incredibly acute senses.
April sighed and leaned back in her chair, rest her feet on the desk.
Mrs. Donnahue walked gracefully to the front of the room, "Today we shall learn to art of ballroom waltzing! You all must take this seriously, as it counts for a significant portion of your grade. Mr. Berenson, Miss Dickson, why don't you start us off?"
April laughed, "Because waltzing is stupid," She then gave a mock innocent look, "Was that rhetorical?"
Many snickered, but Mrs. Donnahue scowled, "Front of the room Miss Dickson!"
April jumped up and walked breezily to where Riley stood, "You really shouldn't be so angry about things. It's bad for your health, you won't live long that way. Of course, you're already past 100 so it doesn't matter much, does it?"
Mrs. Donnahue's face turned red in anger, "Silence Miss Dickson!" She took a few moments to calm herself and then started again. "Mr. Berenson, start off by facing you partner and since you'll be the leader, place your right hand on Miss Dickson's waist slightly around her back."
Riley blushed and placed his hand around her torso.
Mrs. Donnahue shook her head and moved his hand down so it rested slightly above April's hip. I bit my lip to keep from laughing and screaming at the same time. "Miss Dickson, put your left hand on Mr. Berenson's right shoulder. Mr. Berenson, take April's right hand in your left, palms up, elbows slightly bent."
Riley and April did as they were told and Mrs. Donnahue began a classical music song.
"Where's that coming from?" I asked.
"My iPod," Mrs. Donnahue replied crisply.
"You listen to that kind of music?" Vada asked at the same time that Declan asked, "You have an iPod?"
"UNCALLED FOR!" Mrs. Donnahue shouted and restarted the song. "Waltzing songs are typically of 3-4 time signature, so any song that goes da dum dum, da dum dum, putting the emphasis on the first beat, would be a good song. Some more advanced waltzes are of 6-8 time signature so it would be faster with 3 extra beats. This is a 3-4, though. On the first beat, the leader, that's you Mr. Berenson, will step forward gracefully with their left foot. The partner, that's you Miss Dickson, will mirror him, stepping backward with her right foot. On beat two the leader will step forward to the right with your right foot, shift your weight to your right foot. On beat three slide your left foot to your right and stand with your feet together. On beat four step back with your right foot. On beat four step backwards to the left with your left foot and shift your weight to your left foot. On the final beat slide your right foot back to your left foot and stand with your feet together. Repeat these steps until the song is over! Now, show us what you've learned.
April and Riley pulled off the dance. Not well, but they did it. You know, until Riley stepped on April's toe and to get back at him, she stomped on his foot. Then he couldn't dance and they both sat down.
"Miss Greene, Mr. Tyler how about you show us next!" Mrs. Donnahue tried.
I must admit, I was shocked at how well Zakk and I mixed, we didn't fumble or anything. The only thing was Zakk's constant smirk that was probably due to the fact that I could feel myself blushing.
After class, Zakk left winking at me and I nearly tripped over my own feet getting out the door. Okay so not nearly, I did trip. I fell and before I could fall flat on my face, I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist. I looked up to see Zakk trying not to laugh as he pulled me back up.
Once I was on two feet, I pushed Zakk away by his chest.
He smirked, "See you around Ana? Next time I'm hoping we can go without me catching you."
I growled making him laugh as he ran a hand through his hair and picked up his books before walking out the door.
"What's up with you and hott Zakk?" April teased, as I angrily shoved books in my locker.
"Why does he have to be so cute?" I demanded.
April swooned, "And so taken?"
I gagged, "Oh come one April! Zakk, really?"
April wiggled her eyebrows, "You don't deny he's hot, Ana!"
"Shut up!" I said, walking away from April, who I could hear laughing.
LUNCH TIME!
Vada's POV
I must admit, I love my friends. They make lunch time entertaining. Ana and Adrian were having a competition to see who could catch the most popcorn out of mid-air (you know, by throwing it!) and April and Riley were arguing over who was a better flirter.
"Why don't you have a flirt off?" I suggested absent mindedly.
April and Riley grinned like two year olds on Christmas.
"Yeah! Riley, pretend like you're first meeting April here. Your goal is to make her swoon," Fernando decided.
Riley smirked, "Easy, I just act like you, Fernando."
April and Fernando both blushed and avoided eye contact. I shook my head their so lame for each other.
Jake looked at me and laughed and I could tell he was thinking the same thing.
"Ready, go! And be sorta serious, the winner has to buy the loser ice cream!" I said.
Riley walked away a couple of tables and then headed back.
"Hey baby, is this seat empty?" He asked.
April looked up, "Yeah, and this one will be too if you sit down."
Riley sat down anyway, "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?"
"Yup, and that's why I don't go there anymore." April replied.
Riley kept going, "So, your place or mine?"
April flipped her hair, "Both. You go to yours and I go to mine."
Riley thought for a minute, "So girl, what's your sign?"
"Do not enter," April said.
"Can I have your number?" Riley asked.
"No, but you can have hers!" April said, pointing at Ana who blushed and looked away.
"I'd go through anything for you," Riley said, trying to put an arm around April.
April turned to him and grinned, "Good! Let's start with your bank account!"
"I'd go to the end of the earth for you," Riley tried again.
"Great, but would you stay there?" April shot back.
I laughed out loud, how did she not run out of comebacks?
Riley stumbled, trying to think of something, "If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put I and U together."
April smirked, "Really? Cuz I'd put F and U together!"
Riley started to open his mouth but April shushed him, "Save your breath, you'll need it to blow up your date."
Fernando, Jake and I applauded her, knowing she had officialy won the flirt off. Riley wasn't done yet, though.
Riley smirked, "Nice perfume, but did you have to marinate in it?"
"I never forget a face, but in your case, I'll make an exception!"
"If you had to live your life over again, do it overseas!"
"Go slip into something more comfortable, like a coma!"
"You look like a talent scout for a cemetery."
"I'm trying to imagine you with a personality."
"Wher'd you get your haircut, the pet shop?"
"What am I? Flypaper for freaks?"
"I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce."
"The more I think of you, the less I think of you."
"Whatever look you were going for, you missed."
"You look like a million bucks! All green and wrinkled."
At this point, both April and Riley looked like they were struggling to come up with more insults.
Jake lifted up April's hand like a wrestling champion, "And the winner is... April!"
Fernando, Ana, Adrian and I cheered and April smirked at Riley, who frowned, "When do you want your ice cream?"
"How about the day the dance is?" April suggested.
Fernando and Jake groaned. "The dance, already?" I demanded.
Ana, April and Riley nodded. "We had musical arts this morning," Ana said regretfully.
Adrian booed and April nodded in understanding. "Yout have to ask out Cori!" She pointed out.
Adrian burried his head in his hands, "No I don't!"
"Yes you do!" Ana replied.
"Nu-uh!" Adrian mumbled from inside his hands.
"Yeah huh! Why are you making a big deal out of it?" I demanded.
Ana laughed, "Because... He's shy! It means he looooves her!"
"Do not!" Adrian yelled, his head shooting up. "Besides, Vada should ask Jake!"
"What?" Jake and I demanded in unision.
April burst out laughing, "Oh come on! You two are so lame for each other!"
"Yeah, well you and Fernando are lamer for each other!" Jake shot back and I nodded.
Riley clapped, "Finally! Someone just said what I've been thinking for forever!"
Fernando scowled, "Well Ana and Riley are the lamest. In more ways than one!"
Ana's jaw dropped, "Nu uh! I bet I could get anyone BUT Riley to go to the dance with me!"
Riley nodded, "Same!"
I crossed my arms, "Same here, but with Jake."
"And I with Vada!" Jake added quickly.
April humphed, "Ditto for Fernando and I!"
Fernando leaned back, "For sure!"
Adrian shrunk down in his seat, "Sure, whatever. I agree to that too for Cori and I! I mean, I'm sure she's already going with someone!"
"Okay, the contest to get a date who ISN'T someone in Bleeding Hearts or Cori starts now!" Jake said just as the bell rang dismissing us from lunch.
And that was where the trouble began.
Ahahah, that was a fun one to write! Like my comebacks? It's all stuff my friends and I do. We're wierdos, I know! Tell me if you like it or not!
April