Chapter Two: Dresses and Dance Class. What?
"Bye Wyatt!" I hopped off his motorcycle and watched as he drove away. That whole thing that I thought about yesterday. Was so untrue, I can't be more than friends with Wyatt. He's like Jude, my brother. That's just gross. I walked inside the house and stopped.
Once I walked in, oddly everyone turned to me and started.
"Um, hi?" I didn't know what to say, so I went with something simple.
"Mariana has something to ask you." Stef nodded her heads towards Mariana sitting at the bar.
"You know my friend Kelsey?" I shook my head no. "Well, um she dropped out of my court and I wanted to know if you wanted the spot?"
"Sure.."
"Great! Now we have to get your gown fitted." Lena said excitingly.
"I have to wear a gown?" I asked. Completely unsure about wearing a dress.
"Yeah, and dance." Mariana added.
"With who?" I asked.
"Brandon."
They all turned and went back to what there were doing. They all missed the blush that up stained my neck.
The next day was dance lessons with the court. Jesus, Lexi, Sam, Brandon and Me. The dance instructor made all the girls change out of their pants and put on a long black skirt, with matching heels.
I struggled to walk out into the main floor. If I can't even walk in these, how am I going to dance in these?
"Okay! Everyone gather up around here and grab your partner."
I got it over with and grabbed Brandon's hand. We practiced escorting each other out, when our name was called. Also where we needed to stand at when Mariana and Jesus came out. Finally, when that was over. We had to practice how to dance with each other. Brandon and I were first.
"Brandon put your hand on the small of Callie's back."
He placed his hand at where my hip and back connected. It made me move up a little.
"Alright, nice. Callie put your hand inside Brandon's."
I placed my hand inside Brandon's and felt his warm hand heat up mine.
"Good, now Callie put your other hand on Brandon's other shoulder."
I did as told and put my hand on Brandon's shoulder.
"Nice! Now, connect. You and your partner must have a connection with each other. Callie look inside Brandon's eyes."
I did as she said and looked up inside Brandon's eyes. His light hazel eyes started back into my brown ones. The connection we had was strong and it made me go back in time.
-Flashback-
"Brandon, I have my fingers on the right strings. What am I doing wrong?" I blew out a frustrating breath and tried again. Sounding worst the second time.
"You just have to connect. You have to feel yourself in your music. Now try again, this time focused."
I closed my eyes and started to strum the guitar strings. This time letting Brandon's words slip inside my brain. I could feel the music flowing throughout my body as if it's apart of me. I opened my eyes to find Brandon staring at me. I smiled back and got up grabbing the guitar.
I said goodbye to Brandon and turned to walk away but I felt someone pull my arm. I turned around and before I could figure out what was happening.
I felt a pair of soft lips land onto my mine. I didn't respond at first but eventually both our lips started to move in sync. His lips were so soft and tasted like peppermint. I knew now that he wanted me bad, just like I wanted him. We finally separated and I looked into Brandon's eyes to see a type of emotion. Love. Oddly, I knew I felt it back.
-End of Flashback-
"Callie?" I popped my head up towards the dance instructor. "Are you alright, you were zoned out."
"Um, yeah. I'm fine." I got back in my position in front of Brandon.
I tried not to focus on his eyes when I danced with him. I knew it was going to get me distracted. I could tell it was bothering Brandon because he kept trying to make me look at him but I just kept my eyes planted on the floor.
"What is wrong with you, Callie?" Brandon whispered next to my ear.
"Nothing." I retorted.
"Alright, girls your all going to come in the middle with your hands folded like this." She demonstrated how she wanted our hands to be like and showed us where to stand.
"Then why aren't you looking at me?" I didn't answer his question because I had to come into the middle with the girls.
When I had to dance with Brandon again, I tried to act like he didn't ask me the question. I just kept my eyes on the ground and my mouth shut the whole time.
Dance classes were over. The quinceanera is tomorrow. I have my dress and shoes ready. I know I have to wake up early tomorrow to get hair, and face ready.
I'm kinda nervous tomorrow. What if I fall on my butt or something? Or have more flashbacks. They always confuse me, I don't know if they're real or not.
I finished brushing my teeth and rinsed my mouth out. I pulled my hair up in a ponytail and put on my pj's. I walked out the bathroom, and accidentally bumped into someone on the way out. I look up and saw Brandon.
He looked at me for a second and walked past me. Shutting the door of the bathroom. Well, I deserve that.
I walked into my room and turned off the bed side lamp. I snuggled into bed and closed my eyes, but Mariana started up a conversation.
"Hey, are you comfortable about dancing with Brandon?" I turned on the lamp next to my bed and sat up.
"Yeah, why?" I was a little bit honest. I wasn't uncomfortable, but I wasn't comfortable at the same time.
"Just asking. Brandon has been acting strange, and so have you." I looked at her confused. "Well, I know why you've been acting strange. I mean you lost half your life because you flipped off a motorcycle." Wait, what?
"What motorcycle?" I asked.
"Wyatt's" she said as if she just didn't tell me valuable information.
I sat stunned for a moment. The scars on my legs, the bruise on my hip, and the weird feeling I got every time I got on that motorcycle.
"Why did you think Brandon was so protective of you when you got on it." Mariana stated.
It wasn't jealously, he was caring about me. I smiled to myself but there was only one thing that was making me think otherwise. Jude. I can't mess this up.
I just wish I could go back to before everything messed up. I just want to rewind everything.