"xxoo" Always Means Something.
I was on a high for the rest of the day, laughter fuelling me. Whenever I saw Alicia, Olivia, or any of her minions, I started cracking up. People looked at me strangely but I didn't care.
But when school ended, my high ended and reality struck me.
Today was the start of Operation: Dancing Derrick (or Operation: D.D for short).
The lesson started at 4.30 pm but I was going to be there early to practice my routine for a bit and to plan out what I was going to teach him.
I went to my locker and spun the combination. I popped the door opened when a piece of paper floated out and landed on the floor.
I bent down to pick it up. It was folded and had my name, or what I presumed was my name, on the front. I opened it up.
Masey (the front of the letter had my name spelt like that as well)
Hope your day was good. Just wondering, but what am I supposed to wear today for dance? I mean, I don't have a spare tutu lying around or something! Ttx me. My number is 023 6277 43587
Derrick
I re-read the note at least 3 times. A weird feeling washed over me. It was as if I... liked him or something. I guess even my heart beats a little faster when the most wanted guy in school posts a note in your locker. Even if he slept your name wrong and it was just asking for what he should wear to dance class, a note was a note.
My heart then went into its senses and slowed down. What was I thinking when I thought Derrick actually LIKED me?
I took out my phone and programmed his number into my phone. I slipped it back into my pocket (I was getting nudged from everywhere) and quickly walked out of school and into the car where my dance bag was waiting for me.
"To Arabesque, Massie?" Isaac asked.
"Yeap, thanks."
Isaac started driving and I pulled my phone out again. I opened up a new message and started typing.
Hey Derrick, it's Massie (that's how you spell my name!) I was just txt-
I re-read what I wrote and nearly puked. It seemed like I was a teacher telling him off. So I deleted the whole message. My fingers flew over the keypad again.
Derrick! It's Massie, your tutor, bro! Just wear whatevs comfortable for you! Cheers, Massie.
I re-read it again and frantically deleted it. "Bro" was bad enough but what was I thinking when I wrote "whatevs comfortable"????? I mean, what if he thought wearing nothing but his boxers was comfortable????!!!!
I tried to push the image of his half-nakedness out of my mind and started again.
Hey Derrick. You can just wear some shorts and a t-shirt. You don't need to wear a tutu! Well, boys tend not to anyway. See ya there. Massie xxoo
I re-read the text and before I could chicken out, pressed SEND. Before deleting the text, I re-read the text through different eyes. Shoot, I shouldn't had done the "xxoo" part... they made me seem totally try hard!
The car pulled up to ADS with me hyperventilating over a text in the back seat. WWLD (What Would Layne Do) in this situation?
I took a deep breath and realize that Layne would NEVER freak out about sending a text to a boy. I mean, he's probably going to just delete it. So why make such a big deal about it?
I stayed in my seat calming down from my spasm attack. Isaac was waiting for me to get out. I realised this and smiled over at Isaac's puzzled face. I opened the car door and hopped out. When I was closing the door, I swore I heard Isaac mutter "teenagers".
I changed into my practice outfit and skipped into the "pink room" where the younger ones usually had their lessons. I wouldn't have chosen this room since the barres were shorter since they were designed for the younger kids and I had to bring my own one but this was the only room free for the lessons at this time.
I plugged my memory stick into the port and played my warm up song. I did my set of pliés, demi-pliés and grande-pliés and stretched for a while. When I finished stretching, I jumped up and went over to the sound system and browsed through the songs until I found the one that I needed for Etude Lyrique, which was one of the pieces I was doing for the Grade 8 examination. In total, I had to do three solos (not including barre work and stuff) and I had just finished learning all three. Thank God the exam isn't until the end of the year because I still needed a LOT of practice for all my solos.
I pressed play and ran to the middle of the room. I posed in my starting position and counted to four. Then I let my body do all the work.
My arms, legs, breath and eyes moved together, though transactions from movement to movement could have been more fluid. I slipped a few times , tripped over my feet once (I had no idea how that happened) and had a few shaky lands but other than that I thought the piece went pretty smoothly, considering this was the first time I had done the whole thing in one go.
I looked at the pink clock above the sound system and saw that I had about 15 minutes until Derrick came. Just enough time to go over my second piece, Mouvement Libre Poétique, once.
I walked over to the system and browsed through all my songs until I found the one I needed. I pressed play and posed.
Out of the three, this was probably my favourite piece. It was the one with most feeling and, personally, the best movements. I gracefully leaped into action and went straight into my first move.
Though this one wasn't perfect, it was better than the other one. I remembered all the movements and I had less slip ups.
When I finished the piece, I held my ending pose for another two counts. Then, I bowed for the sake of it.
Then, out of nowhere, I heard clapping. I straightened up from my bow and whipped my head around to see who it was.
But of course. Derrick.
He stood in the doorway, wearing a loose white t-shirt and shorts which accentuated his leg muscles. I nearly died looking at them.
"Nice! That's for..."
"None of your business," I snapped at him. I didn't like people, other than Mme. Noelle, watching me do my pieces. I don't even like Mme. Noelle watching me but it's just something I have to put up with and I have gotten used to it over the years.
"Touché. Well, sorry then," he said, his palm up and backing away.
I sighed and leaned on the makeshift barre.
"Sorry. I just don't like people looking at me dance."
"Oh. I thought girls LIKE it when people watch them. I mean, Alicia busts out moves all the time expecting me to say something."
"Well, I'm not Alicia, am I?"
"Wow, jeez. Stop PMSing, man!"
I rolled my eyes at him and unhinged myself from the barre.
"Look, ok, um, just stand here," I mumbled, pointing to the barre.
He walked across the room and dumped his bag next to the barre.
"Is this fine, Mademoiselle Massie?" Derrick asked me, in a mock French accent and posing like what he thought a ballet dancer should look like. I rolled my eyes again, the second time in the space of a minute. If I had to keep on doing this, my eyes would dry out before the lesson ended.
"No. First of all, put your bags into the changing room. I don't want to be tripping over it. And second of all, take your shoes off." I said, pointing to the chunky Air Force Ones on his feet.
He looked at me in horror. "No."
"Well, you can't dance in those... things."
"These "things" are Air Force Ones, and my pair happens to be the Limited Edition ones and only 50 had been made."
"Well, too bad. You can't wear them, even if they were the only pair made."
He glared at me but took them off. He stomped off into the guy's changing room and tossed his bag through the door. He left the shoes next to the door. I sighed but didn't say anything.
The next hour passed uneventfully and we spoke as little as possible. Though I knew he wasn't enjoying this, he listened and did everything I told him to do.
When he had changed into another shirt (the white one was turning see-through with all the sweat he produced) and his precious Air Force were strapped on his feet, his cockiness came back.
"Look, if we're going to be doing this for a whole semester, you can start by calling me Derrington instead of Derrick." He turned his head at me and smiled his heart-stopping grin, his voice flirtatious. I nearly dropped my bag. What was happening to me?!
I regained my composure. I didn't want to get sucked in his trap. My heart's been broken one too many times.
"Why?"
"Because all my friends call me Derrington."
"Well, I'm not exactly your friend, am I?"
His grin faltered and his flirtatious voice dropped.
"Well, um..."
"I mean, it's not like, you'd hang out with me at lunch times and stuff, right?"
He looked at me mutely. He shook his head.
"Look, I was just trying to make a convo. You don't have to be so bitchy. You've been doing this, like, the whole lesson."
I gasped. I felt like I'd just been slapped.
"Whatever." I mumbled and nudged past him, tightening my long trench coat that covered my thighs. I wear it when I didn't feel like changing into my clothes.
"Hey! I didn't mean it that way!"
I ignored him and yanked the door to the car. I threw my bag in and my body followed. I slammed the door and strapped my seatbelt tight on.
Isaac saw my moody face and knew that it wasn't the right time to talk to me. So he just started driving.
I plugged my iPod into my ears and blasted "I Hate Everything" by Three Days Grace into my unprepared ears. The chorus then came up.
I hate everything about you
Why, do I love you.
I yanked the earphones out of my ears and they throbbed with relief.
I didn't love him. Of COURSE not. He's a player. He makes everyone love him. I wasn't under his spell. That's why I was so bitchy to him during the lesson, to show that his flirting didn't faze me.
Right?
I knew I shouldn't have added in "xxoo".
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