Disclaimer: Don't own the characters. James Patterson does.
Chapter 3
Max's POV on Saturday
I was walking to my ballet class but I kept thinking about that Nick guy from yesterday.
I remembered how he complimented me on my dancing.
I sighed wishing that my ballet teacher would say that. She hated me ever since I first stepped inside.
The dance studio was coming up. I went in and was greeted by my teacher yelling at me for being late.
She made us start with a warm-up and started saying all the wrong things I was doing.
After, she told us to copy what she did which consisted of pirouettes, spins, and a leap as the finish. Everybody did it perfectly and she complimented all of them until it was my turn.
I did the pirouettes and spins fine. I started the leap okay but when I landed I landed wrong on my foot and fell.
The whole class started laughing and instead of the teacher asking if I was okay, she said "You're a disgrace to ballet. You can't even do this simple move right."
I felt tears coming to my eyes as I kept hearing all the taunting.
I just couldn't take it anymore. I ran out side almost crashing into people.
I ran to the park and kept crying. I heard someone running up to me and I looked.
It was the boy Nick. I felt so embarrassed that he saw me like this but I heard him say "it's okay to cry"
"But I'm being stupid, I'm crying just because I'm the worst in my class and I just ran out because my teacher and classmates were teasing me because I was behind."
I didn't hear him say anything so I continued crying.
I just kept crying but after a while I felt arms around me enveloping me in warmth. I felt safe.
I stopped crying and started blushing.
I thanked him and was going to leave until he asked if I wanted to get a drink from Starbucks.
I said "Sure I'd like that"
While we were walking down to Starbucks we talked about ourselves and found out that we had a lot of stuff in common.
We both got plain black coffees and sat down.
It helped me feel better.
We started talking about random things until I realized I should get back to the studio.
I thanked him again for helping me and for buying me the coffee.
He asked me if I wanted to do anything tomorrow as friends and I said okay and gave him my number.
I felt so happy and warm on the inside. I think I'm starting to love him.
A/N: Comment. Also I don't know much about ballet. So sorry if the moves sound stupid.
