I was sitting there, doing my split in the corner of my room, waiting for Jamie, my biffle, to come back from talking to her other friends.
I smiled as she headed over to me.
"Guess what? We just got invited to Hayley McCarthy's sleepover party on Saturday!" She squealed.
"You mean you? Not us?" I asked.
"She wanted to invite you too. I don't know why, but she did." She beamed.
"I can't I have jazz and hip-hop and then lyrical that day." I said.
"Why do you have to be so dedicated to dance?" She groaned.
"Well," I laughed. "I need this dance scholarship and I need to get into the Golden Rage Crew or the JayCee Crew."
"Why?" She repeated.
"They pay." I pointed out.
"Right… But it won't be as fun!" She pouted.
"Don't worry. I'll call or text." I told her.
"Everyone settle down! I have amazingly amazing news for you!" Our dance instructor yelled.
We all turned the direction we were told to.
"We asked the band R5 to come and help us with one of our most outstanding students to help him or her win this year's Golden Rage National competition!" Everyone cheered.
"Who the heck is R5?" I whispered to Jamie.
"OMG!" She whispered back. "The cutest band ever! Especially Rocky. I am in love!"
"Who cares? They're just a bunch of celebrities anyways. Meet you, ask you, love you, break you. It's the circle of celebrity life." I said, continuing my stretch.
"Please welcome, Ross Lynch! He is assigned to:" The instructor said. "Drumroll!"
Everyone tapped at the floor.
"Mack." She announced.
My eyes widened. Not for the fact that I'm working with whoever that was, but for the fact that I'm one of the most outstanding!
I stood up and looked over to Ross, who smiled. I rolled my eyes.
"Get Rocky's and Ross's number for me!" Jamie managed to say to me for the fact that she is DROOLING over Ross.
"Sure." I answer.
I felt Hayley's glares and headed over to Ross, who led me out of the room to a private room.
"So this is what the Big Room is!" I exclaimed.
The room was huge! It contained what every gymnast and dancer needed. From costumes to props, you name it!
"Yup. I guess." Ross chuckled.
"Hey, how come I'm the only one who has never heard of you?" I asked him.
"Well, maybe you got transported from the 20th century to right now!" He exclaimed, jumping over to me to get a closer look.
"No, maybe I just don't like celebrities." I said, walking away.
"Okay, let's start." He says, laughing.
I giggle and start stretching.
I can't help doing my aerial because, really, it's a new move for me.
As I landed, I looked back at him. He looked blank.
I turned beet red and started stretching my calves.
"Can you teach me that?" He asked.
"I thought you already knew that." I said, surprised.
"For this growing body? I don't think so." He said, pointing to himself.
"Take a diet." I suggest playfully.
"Yeah right!" He snorts. "What is up with you girls and your eating disorders?"
"Well, we have abs." I say, lifting my shirt to show my perfect six-pack.
He just stared. I quickly lower my shirt. "C'mon let's start.
"Right." He says, snapping out of the trance.
I giggled.
"Well, do a halfway backbend and do a backward aerial." He demanded.
"You're not the boss of me!" I pointed out.
"Technically I am for this dance."
"Fine. You wanna see what I came up with?" I say, stepping up closer.
"Sure." He says sarcastically.
I do my dance anyways, which left him breathless.
"Session's over." I say, grabbing my stuff and heading back to my locker.
"Hey, can I get your number?" He asked, catching up to me and falling into step.
"Sure." I gave him my number.
"Thanks."
"Bye." I waved him away.
"So?" A voice asked and I shrieked.
"Mack! Are you okay?" Ross came running back.
"Yes. Now leave me alone!" I say, pushing Ross away.
"No way!" Jamie screamed. "Ross Lynch!"
Ross smiled.
"Yes. And come on." I said, pulling her away.
"Bye Ross!" She waved.
"Bye." He waved and walked away.
"Why is he sweet to you all of a sudden?" She asked, getting all interested.
"I showed him my aerial." I say slowly. She raised her eyebrows at me.
"And my abs." I confessed.
"That's more likely. Your abs stick out more than socks with sandals!" She exclaimed.
"Thanks!" I say, offended.
"I mean, you actually have like, an eight pack!" She continues, ignoring my comment.
I laugh.
"And I have like, a two pack abs that looks like nothing!" She continued.
I giggled. "True that!"
She smacked me playfully and started laughing along.
"So, who asked you to prom?" She changed the subject. "I got asked my James Madison!"
"I don't know. It's so funny Laura got asked by someone not Ross." She coninued. "I think he's jealous of her. Mention prom to him. Maybe he'll ask you for this one!"
"Hold up! Celebrity boy asking ordinary, not pretty me?" I pointed out.
"Not pretty? I'm pretty lucky to have you as a friend! Every single boy practically checks you out every time you turn your back to them." She said.
"Right." I said sarcastically.
"True! I heard Ethan McCarthy, you know Hayley's brother the cute one?, might ask you!" Jamie gossiped.
I snorted.
NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL…
I rushed into school from morning dance class, which is extra workout. I ran into someone while running through the empty hallway.
"I'm so sor- Hey!" The guy looked up at me.
"Ross? What are you doing here?" I asked accepting his hand and letting him pull me up.
"I go to school here now. Your school is heaven! I got praised by every cheerleader!" He yipped.
"Great! I gotta go to class." I started for the classroom when he grabbed my elbow.
"May I help you?"
"Hey. I still don't have a date to prom…" He said.
My eyes widened when I heard, "MACK WITCOTT!"
"Is Mack your real name?" He asked.
"No. It's Mackenzie. Mackenzie Witcott. I gotta go before Marywum blows his top off." I stated before heading to my classroom.
I heard him chuckle and follow me. "We're in the same class!"
"Cool. Follow moi." I said in a lousy French accent. He laughed.
When we got to the classroom, every boy crowded around me. I turned to look for Ross, but I couldn't find him.
Then, the boys parted showing…