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A/N: Just read. Then when you're done review, please, I'm finally out of school, and I need something to distract me! And if you wanna' know about Love Story, I'm suffering through some writer's block, I just have to finish the other half of the fic, and the new one will be up. ULTIMATE ROWING! TAIORA 4 LIFE!
The Dancer and the Playboy:
Sora:
As I stretched my body further, I could feel my muscles tighten in defiance. Pushing myself even further, I clenched my teeth as I felt my muscles ache for relief. Then I heard a loud clap, and I simply crumpled to the floor.
"Hey, today was really brutal wasn't it?" Sunny asked leaning over me.
Looking up, I let a pained smile paint my face. Sunny looked just as tired as I felt. Her white leotard was now gray with sweat. She'd already discarded her point shoes and stretched her toes out on the wooden floor.
Pushing back her long ebony curls, she reached out a long, sweat streaked arm. "You did great, Madame Pavlov didn't have to correct you once."
Looking at my best friend since the age of five, I couldn't help think she was the prettiest girl I'd ever met in my life. Her dark, creamy mocha skin complimented her earthy yet artsy style. Her intense eyes were the color of the sky on a rainy day. Their bluish grayness seemed almost mystical as she regarded you with that simple intensity of hers. She wore no make-up, letting only the natural tent of her skin accentuate her high cheekbones. Her lips were full, curved perfectly so that they were proportionate with her face.
She was small and slender, resembling a petite model; the perfect body type for ballet. Her slim limbs seemed to run on forever giving her the type of reach that I could only dream of. She had perfect feet, giving her a beautiful arch as she stood on point. She was perfectly coordinated, her body strong and lithe. Sunny was a beautiful dancer.
Taking her hand and hoisting myself up, I groaned. "That's only because she was totally engrossed in Diana's flawless extensions."
Striding over to one of the fold up chairs, I pulled the rose towel to my face, wiping away my salty sweat. Drying myself off, I took out my bag. Quickly, I pull on a pair of jeans and a yellow sweater over my sweat drenched leotard. Pushing back my hair, I shrugged on my coat and scarf.
"Ya' need a ride home?" she asked pulling on a pair of sweatpants. "It's snowing outside."
"Naw, I think I'm going to jog; try to loosen up these muscles." I smiled changing my shoes.
"Ok babe, see ya' in school."
"Yeah, come by early so I can review your Chemistry notes."
"Sure thing." She smiled pulling her hair into a loopy ponytail.
"Bye." I grinned before grabbing my bag and exiting the building.
As soon as the cool air drenched my hot body, a true smile stretched my features. I felt refreshed. It was warm as winter days go, but it usually was when it snowed. Lifting my face towards heaven, I stuck out my tongue, letting the snowflakes drift there.
God I loved these winter nights when the world was quiet and content.
Tai:
"Mom, I'm going out for a walk." I called before heading out the door.
Shoving my hands deep inside my pockets, I stared down at the ground. Today was horrible, it seemed like I couldn't win no matter how I tried.
Marie broke up with me this morning right in front of the entire lunchroom. It was so humiliating. There I was sitting at the usual lunch table with Brittany crawling all over me. As I took a bite into my piece of pizza, she stormed up to me; her Mediterranean blue eyes the color of Payne's gray.
"What's with you?" I'd asked her.
"I can't take it anymore, Tai!" she yelled causing everyone in the room to turn.
"What are you talking about?"
"Us!" she yelled, "I'm tired of you always taking me for granted. You don't even listen; you just do what you want to. I don't want you to take me to the Sadie Hawkins dance, the girls are supposed to ask the guys, dumbass! I can't stand this anymore, you treat me like you're my father, we're through!"
At that I just stormed out of the room.
It wasn't that I was devastated or anything, I mean we weren't serious, but I hate the way that she did it. She always had to make a scene; it was so annoying!
Marching through the lonely streets, I finally looked up. Looking around the abandoned block, my eyes caught the weirdest sight, making me halt. Standing in the middle of the street was a young girl. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back towards the stars, her arms outstretched as she twirled around in a lazy circle, her tongue sticking out capturing snowflakes and the softest laugh trickling from her stretched lips.
I smiled. She looked so carefree as the beauty of tonight danced around her. She reminded me of those ballerinas in my sister's jewelry box. The way their backs arched, their limbs stretched before them and they twirled effortlessly in that velvet box, this girl seemed to be epitome of a real life ballerina. I could even hear the faint whisper of classical music flowing through the cool air and wrapping around her lithe body.
Suddenly a strident, high-pitched scream rang throughout the night.
The girl stopped, then dug into her bag, retrieving her cell phone. "Hey Mom... No, I told Sunny to go home... I'm gunna' jog home, I'm already on my way. Did ya' make dinner? I'm starving... I gotta' go, I'm scaring some guy on the street... luv ya'.bye." She grinned before turning it off.
Turning to me she smiled.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, it's just been a horrible day, but this snow just seems to sweep it all away." She said.
God, her smile was so beautiful! The way it began at her lips then rose up her face, settling in her bright amber eyes making them twinkle.
"You didn't scare me, you made me smile. Nice to see that on a day like this not everyone's been compromised."
"What's your name kid?" she said tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Tai, what's yours?" I asked walking up to meet her.
"Sora, so what's your story?"
"Don't you have to get home?"
"You don't want to talk to me?" she pouted mocking me.
"How 'bout we chat and walk at the same time?" I offered wiggling my eyebrows flirtatiously.
"Oohh, you're multi-talented!" she grinned.
"In these days, a young woman needs an escort at night, plus you made me smile, I want to return the favor."
"Well if you're going to have to take me home, you're going to have to jog, my muscles are extremely tense." She said matter-of-factly.
"Why are you out here like this anyway?"
"Ballet practice." She sighed tucking her hair behind her ear.
I tried to stifle the small giggle that escaped my lips, but the attempt was fruitless.
"What?" she asked looking at me as if I was crazy.
"Nothing." I smiled, regaining control.
"Why are you out here?" she asked punching my arm playfully.
"I needed to get out of the house, too much stuff in my head."
"Like what?" she asked turning towards the direction of her home.
"My girlfriend broke up with me today. I'm not too upset over it, it's not like we were serious or anything, but the way that she did it, it was kind of... humiliating."
"Well if you didn't even care, why brood over it? It's not that bad." She offered.
"You don't understand, I have a significant social status in my school."
"You're at the top of the pyramid, huh? So either you're the handsome jock, or the rich playboy."
I knew I had a cocky grin on my face as I answered, "Well both actually."
"...And you're so modest about it." She said sarcastically.
"Yeah, but Marie breaking up with me like that could ruin my status. I mean, she's not as high up as I, but the whole dumpee thing will hurt me. No one's ever dumped me for a-"
"For a what?"
I wasn't sure how to say it, or if I'd even wanted to say it. This wasn't the first time I've been dumped, even though I usually did the dumping, but usually I was being dumped for cheating on a girl, or flirting with her friend, or just being a big idiot, but never for anything. kosher.
"Ohh." she said understanding my silence, "...No one's ever dumped you for something none related to deceit."
"I'm not a horrible person," I began trying to redeem myself, "but I'm young and I."
"You don't have to justify yourself to me, I'm just a stranger in passing."
"Oh, yeah." I mumbled, not exactly jumping for joy at her admission. As much as I would never admit it, I really liked this girl. She was smart, funny and nothing like the normal bimbos. She actually listened to me, asking really good questions and even giving me advice.
"So what was horrible about your day?" I pried.
"Today in practice I was having some trouble with my reach, but my dance teacher wasn't paying attention. She was helping my friend Diana, who's absolutely awesome when she dances."
"Isn't that great, she didn't see your mistakes?"
She groaned a little, "In ballet, everything is about perfection. Everything that you do has a certain form, a certain flow to it. Making mistakes could be very detrimental; it could end one's career before they've even started it. The schools that I'm looking at are some of the best in the country. They'll decide my whole future as a dancer, but if I make one quote unquote unnoticeable wobble on a pirouette, that could be the defining point if I get in or not. Everything's hanging on the line, and my form has to be perfect."
"Wow, you're really serious about this dancing thing aren't you?"
"Yeah, dancing is my whole life. Ever since I was five and my parents brought me to see Swan Lake, all I wanted to do was dance."
"I've never been that passionate about anything."
"Most teenagers can say that, I'm one of the few that can't."
"Are you going to college?"
"If things don't work out, it's always an option."
"But you're so smart, why bargain away your education or even your future?"
"My mom says in order to keep dancing, I've gotta' maintain a B average. I can only dance 'til I'm twenty-five, thirty is a stretch. Dancing can't wait, college can."
"What are you going to be afterwards?"
"That part I don't know yet. Maybe a teacher." She sighed.
"Well, you've definitely got this mapped out."
"C'mon, I gotta' get home, start jogging." She smiled picking up the pace. I knew she only wanted to get away from this conversation, and I must admit, so did I; it was becoming too intense.
TBC.
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