Chapter 3

I returned to the class, black heels in hand, to find them doing some bizarre routine; which could be called hip-hop, if you looked at it in a certain way. I sat down and began to change into my heels. At least I wouldn't look as short with them on. I looked up and saw that half of the females in the room were glaring at me, especially Tess. I rolled my eyes and shoved my converse into a corner. I watched them finish the lunatic routine. It really did look stupid. And the moron was showing them steps as they went; as if they could pick it up like that. I wonder what some of these idiots would look like head-banging. Ha ha, that's a funny image. They obviously wouldn't be able to do ballroom. Some of them hadn't got an ounce of rhythm. I heard a guy clear his throat above me. I looked up and met his eyes. They were gorgeous eyes. It wasn't the colour that was special, they were just brown, but they had so much hidden emotion. They had the whole cliché thing of hidden depths.

"Are you going to get up, or are you just going to sit there like a lemon?" It was Shane. Great, I was calling him by his first name.

"Oh, I don't know. I was thinking I would get a picnic and just stay here. Of course I'm getting up." He put out his hand so he could pull me up. I didn't take it. "I can get up myself, thank you very much."

"Gee, nice to know what a guy gets for being polite."

"You? Polite? I don't get it."

"What?"

"The joke."

"Huh?"

"Oh never mind, you're not smart enough to understand."

"No, I understand you. And it isn't me being polite isn't so strange. I'm just rude to people who get on my nerves."

"Why are you being polite to me then?"

"I really don't know. I'm quite baffled by it." What? He was beginning to sound like me. I'm the only one who can use different phrases. Well, I'm not, but it annoys me that someone like him uses them.

"Baffled?"

"Yeah, you now it's a British saying, meaning confused."

"Oh, I know, I've just never heard an American apart from myself speak like that. You're a bit of a raw prawn."

"If I'm one of them, then you must be too. And I don't know whether I should feel offended or complimented."

"Yes, I am one. And you'll just have to work it out." I smirked. He seemed quite irked.

He walked over to the massive sound system and pressed a button. A tango began to play. He walked over to me and put his hand out for me to take. I folded my arms across my chest. I wasn't going to give in that quickly, even though it was my idea. He dropped his hand and sighed angrily. Out his hand went again. I still didn't budge. He glared at me. His hand dropped to his side. Perfect timing for what I was planning on doing to show off. I strode confidently forward, grabbed his hand and elegantly placed my hand on his shoulder. Okay, maybe it wasn't showing off, but it did make a good beginning. I did have an audience to play up to. His hand landed on my waist and we began to dance. I did many tricky steps, which he didn't find hard to keep up with. I had to do something to catch him off guard. Leg feeling it was. I had to use my femininely wiles for something. I brushed my ankle up the back of his leg. It got him. He didn't move for a second, but quickly got back into character. He looked at me, right in the eyes. Fuck, there was something there. There was also a twinkle, what did that mean? Sierra had said something about it once. What was it? I think it mean that the person had a strong attraction for the person he was looking at. Zut alors! I hoped he didn't. I didn't like him. He was a jerk. I could hear the music coming to an end, so I pulled out all the stops. I bent backwards so I could see the people behind me.

The music stopped. I stood up straight and backed away. The class applauded.

"See what I mean?" I asked him. I heard the bell go. That meant classes were over for the day. I headed to Caitlyn so we could leave. We stepped out the class and I realised I was still wearing my heels.

"Could you wait a minute? I need to change my shoes."

"Yeah sure." I went back into the class. Shane was the only one left. I quickly began to change my shoes.

"You're a really good dancer." He said to me.

"I know. You aren't so bad yourself."

"Thanks, I know who you are now?"

"Oh do you?"

"Yes, Mitchie Torres." Wow, he worked out my name. How did he do that? "I still keep up with the dance scene. And you are America's best young female dancer."

"How did you work that out?"

"Easy, you're fifteen and you can do the best improvised Argentinean tango I've ever seen, you're also wearing your signature heels: black with a gold stripe on the inside." Yeah, I was slightly famous. But only on the dance scene, and who pays attention to that? I guess Shane Gray. I wanted to be famous for singing, not dancing.

"Damn, you caught me." I said with a sarcastic edge. I meant it playfully though. God knows why.

"I was just thinking. I need to practice my dancing as I haven't done it foe two year, and you need to practice to keep up."

"Cut to the chase."

"You don't want to do hip-hop, right?" I nodded. "So do you want to do private dancing with me afterwards instead?" he shifted on his feet. Was he nervous? Now that was just weird. Shane Gray, nervous? That was just unheard of.

"Uh, maybe. I'll get back to you." I walked out of the class swiftly. What was I going to do? This was something I didn't foresee. On the one hand I meant getting out of hip-hop and I would be able to practice my dancing. On the other, it would mean spending time alone with Shane Gray. But was that really so bad? Did I seriously just think that? What's wrong with me?

Caitlyn had one eyebrow raised when I walked out. I could tell she wanted to know what took me so long.

"He wants me to do dancing with him after hip-hop, and I mean my kind of dancing." I said answering her silent question.

"What did you say?" she said interestedly.

"That I'd think about it."

"I think you should say yes." She said thoughtfully.

"Why?" That was not what I was expecting from her.

"I don't know. I just have a good feeling. Anyway what were you going to tell me earlier." She didn't seem like the kind of person to make a decision based on good feelings. But not everyone is as they look. Like myself, I really don't look like a hardcore rocker, if you get me. I also don't look like a big-name, young dancer.

"Oh yeah, well he came into the kitchen and flirted with me." I had told her and Lola about working in the kitchen, so they knew why I was getting up so early. "He is so bi-polar, it's unreal."

"God, why can't the male gender be normal?"

"I don't know."

"I think he likes you by the way." She said with a smirk. What was with this camp and people smirking?

"What makes you say that?"

"Dude, he flirts with you, and he's just asked you to dance with him. Alone. If that doesn't say 'I like you', I don't know what does."

"There's no way he would like me. And anyway, there'd be no point, I don't like him."

"Uh huh, whatever," she said in a disbelieving tone.

"I don't." We continued bickering like that until we got to the cabin.

I was going to say yes. I had no idea why though. I just felt like saying yes, even though I hated him and his bi-polar attitude. Well, hate was a bit of a strong word. I didn't like him; that was for sure. And it was only for that summer, not for years. It wasn't as if he was going to be my permanent partner.

"So, have you come to a decision yet?" The cock said, again interrupting my music time.

"Hello? I was doing something."

"Yeah, but Tiffany Blews can wait." I really needed a song to catch him out on. Maybe I should just sing my own stuff next time; then he would be confused.

"You knew what I was singing?"

"I don't know any other song which says 'oh baby you're a classic, like a little black dress.'" He said, singing it note perfect.

"Okay, I have to admit, your voice is well suited to Fall Out Boy." I blushed slightly. Why did I do that? Stupid idiot. He's going to think I like him or something. Which I don't.

"Thank you, so have you made up your mind?"

"Yes."

"Is that a 'yes', you've made up your mind or 'yes', you'll dance with me?"

"both." I was keeping my answers short so that I wouldn't say something I would regret. Although I'd already done that by complimenting his fucking voice. Well, not his fucking voice, as I've never heard that. I should just shut up in future, I'm rambling and I'm not even talking to anyone.

"Great, I'll see you tomorrow then." He said before walking out. That boy confused me. Why couldn't he just be normal?

"I said yes." I announced when I walked into my cabin.

"To what?" Lola questioned.

"Private dancing with Shane gray." Caitlyn answered for me.

"Seriously?" Lola asked rather excitedly. I'm guessing she was fan.

"Yeah."

"Mitchie's like an incredible dancer. She did an amazing improvised Argentinean tango." Caitlyn explained. "How did you get so good?"

"Ten years of the stuff. If you look me up on the internet, you will find a lot of stuff about me, and how some people think I'm bringing back interest to the 'sport'. Just because in the best of my age that this country has to offer, doesn't make me some sort of spokeswoman."

"And you're here why?" Lola asked.

"I want to make it with my music, not my dancing. Music is who I am."

"So, dancing with Shane Gray huh?" Caitlyn asked. I nodded. "Get in there, girl."

"Shut up!"

AN: yes I have updated quickly. I'm being naughty as I haven't finished chapter 5 yet. Grrr. But my power went out for 2 hours yesterday and I didn't have anything to do but to type. Please review more people. I know you want to. Hmmm, and I have no idea where I'm going with this dancing thing, well I do, but I'm not too sure, if you want drama, you're going to have to wait a while as I'm building relationships and stuff. But drama will be happening. You can bet your life on it. Although that would be pretty drastic. R&R