-Chapter 1-

-Introduction-

No, I never trusted anyone. Clearly, noone listened to me though. After what I went through as a kid, hell no.

-Eve's POV-

"Come on girls! You're getting better and better!" I hollered to the dance class.

"Eve, I need help!" Erica yelled from the back corner. I walked back, looking to her.

"What do you need help with?"

"My pirouette! I just can't get it right..." She looked down at her feet.

"Don't say that honey, you'll get it! Show me." She spun into her pirouette, and stumbled.

"See, I can't do it!"

"Yes you can. You just need to adjust some things." As I demonstrated for her. "Get your leg higher up. And stand up straight. Make sure you spot something too! Here, try again, and spot me." She let out a sigh, twirling into another, but perfect pirouette.

"I did it!" She smiled.

"I told you. You can do it. All you needed was to practice a little." I smiled, walking back to the front of the class. I felt a light hand on my shoulder, looking to my boss.

"Good job over there." Shirley had smiled. Shirley was the one I worked for. She was basically, the only person I had trust in. She was almost like the mother I never had. I smiled and nodded.

"Thanks Shirley, so I don't work tomorrow, right?"

"Tomorrow is all yours." She smiled, walking away. I looked at the clock, noticing it had already been three in the afternoon.

"Girls, my bad! That's it for today, grab your bags, and enjoy the rest of your day!" All the girls grabbed their bags, and grouped up with their friends. They all left, and I saw Erica, by herself. I went over to her, and knelt down, helping her pack her things together. She looked at me, with a faint smile.

"Are you okay sweety?" She sniffled a little, and nodded.

"Yeah I'm-"

"Erica honey, we gotta go!" A tall, muscular man, came through the door looking at Erica.

"Daddy, this is Eve. She's my dance instructor."

"Oh nice to meet you." I nodded, while keeping to myself. "Uhm Eve, I don't want to be too forward, but I really need someone to watch Erica later tonight, and I would appreciate if you would? And if not, that fine, I understand."

"Yeah sure!"

"Could you just come to my house at like, seven?" I hesitated for a moment.

"Sure." After he gave me his address, he left with Erica, leaving me in the studio.

"Well wasn't he a cute one." I heard Shirley's voice again. I rose to my feet, looking to her.

"I guess so...?"

"Come on dear, you know you thought he was attractive." I laughed a little.

"Yeah, but don't think I'm going to get with him, I'm not into the dating... or anything."

"Honey, I know how you are, and I understand that. You've gotta atleast be a little more outgoing, and trusting. Trust me, it's amazing you're so secure but come on."

"No Shirley. Sure you know me. But it's not gonna happen. I'll never be able to trust just anyone."

"You trust me." She smiled.

"Yeah but.. I've worked for you, for awhile! So we had to communicate, and we got closer. That's all."

"But you were still willing to communicate with me." I let out a large sigh, pulling my bag over my shoulder.

"I have to go... bye."