--------- Oh my gosh so many review! Thanks! Here's chapter ten…. -------

Dance class is where I go to lose myself. It's just me and the music. I'm not in competitive. I don't have to be. I do Jazz, and have been doing so with the same girls year after year after year. Some drop out, some return. So, when I have my first dance class of the year on Saturday, it's like we've never even been apart for the summer.

"You're kidding! I thought you said you loooooved him." Kyra mocks Jennif. Maybe it's not necessary to state that Jennif's real name is Jennifer. Maybe it is. But some long time ago, everyone took to calling her Jennif – and so, Jennif she is.

So far Jennif has had twenty-eight boyfriends and she's only a year older than me. We all tease her about it, Kyra especially. "Turns out he looooved Marissa Simpson." Jennif rolls her eyes. "But she's your best-friend!" Kyra yelps. "Not anymore! Now you are!" Jennif throws her arms around Kyra.

Jennif is one of those people who are really nice and really funny and never ever far from drama. "Omigod! Niiiiiomi!" they both squeal, noticing me. Sara, the instructor, gives me a smile and a wave.

"Where's Liza, Kris, and Mavery?" I inquire. Sara looks up at the clock that hangs on the wall above the ballet bars. "Probably arriving on time. You three are seven minutes early." But she doesn't say it begrudgingly, and I just grin.

"Niomi! Puh-lease tell me you are unlike little miss nun and have a boyfriend!" Jennif exclaims. I shake my head with a laugh, "Nah." "Excuse me?" Kyra cuts in, "I like guys. They just don't happen to like me. If anyone, I'd call her the nun – at least I've had a boyfriend before!"

I blush because it's true. Kyra's had one 'boyfriend' before. Me? I never have. I guess because I'm only fourteen I really don't see it as necessary.

"Look at Niomi, though. She's just picky. Too good for them, I suspect!" Jennif lets her voice ring out. Jennif has honey-coloured locks and alabaster skin. I don't see what she's going on about. Kyra has straight reddy-brown hair and pretty freckles. And then me – average. I have black curls. Sometimes when I'm lucky they look glossy, but not often. Mostly they just look faded. In contrast to my dark hair, I have light skin and green eyes – conceled with glasses. Sometimes I trade my frames in for contacts. Actually, one time Kennedy went so far as to compare what I look like to Selena Gomez. I gave her the silent treatment until she retracted the comment.

"Mavery!!!" We shout as she skips through the door, Liza at her heals. "Liza!!!" we shout her name too. They're sisters, although not twins – however, you might think they were. Both have the same toned dark skin, same chin-length dark hair, and same wide innocent dark eyes. They're only a year apart, with Mavery sixteen and Liza fifteen, so they even share clothes.

"Hey guys, Kristin not here yet?" the two lanky girls come sit beside the rest of us. "Nah. Kris is always late." And she always is.

Once Kris shows, we dance. And after dance, I head outside. I hop on the bus, get home, change and have a shower. Then I get back on the bus and show up in front of Jayden's house. We've agreed to meet, because her and Kennedy are doing a project together and then we're going to head off somewhere else.

"I'm sorry Niomi, they've decided to meet at Kennedy's." Jayden's Mom lets me know when she answers the door. "Alright thanks." I say and decide to spare using more money and choose the long walk to Kennedy's instead.

But as I finally turn the corner to her street, I realize why Kennedy and Max know each other so….well.

Because only five houses away from the Powl residence is Max on his front lawn.