Okay, so I have a more ideas that I'll be writing down, but I still need more requests, anything, please! With that being said, to my reviewers...
HealingSpringWaters- Sweet! Another independence song! I have a couple that I'm planning on using, but the more I have to work with, the better.
vicky- I'll put some more of that couple farther into the story.
Midnight Angel Sakura- Thank you for the support, enjoy the chapter.
ShokuStar- I actually based Judy off of one of my wilder friends from school, and she sees absolutely no resemblance...
On with the story!
Request from vicky, the song in this chapter will be 'Can I Have This Dance?' from HSM3
Judy's POV
I glanced up at the poster on the billboard after shoving the football team aside. Everyone goes to the billboard for the latest school announcements and other exciting crap. Naturally, I go too, just to see what people are so hyped up about, and I show up to a bunch of giggly girls and their "masculine" boyfriends practically swarming it. I couldn't help it, I have anger-management issues. I shoved and yelled at whoever got in my way.
The poster was calling all the choreographers, and wannabe dancers, to a class after school. Usually, I totally ignore anything that suggests staying in after school, (even detention sometimes) but this is totally worth staying for. Not like chess club, those posters get torn off two seconds after they're put up. Speaking of chess clubbers, I think one of them was actually signing up! Sweet! Dancing and a show! Sign me up!
So I did, and just my luck to find who was right behind me, next to sign up. For anyone who hasn't caught on yet, Jake Long. Stalker much? I waited for him to say something, anything, but he just gave me the silent treatment.
Then I remembered that he hasn't said anything to me since that first rehearsal when I yelled at him. Now he just shows up, does his part, then leaves. When he has to acknowledge that I'm there, he just says, "Daily," then shuts his mouth until the music starts.
No complaints though. For once, he's leaving me alone, though I can't say I'm not used to anyone giving me the cold shoulder. No one really can because I can be very loud and annoying when I want to be.
Other than that, I can tell that his heart's not into what he does anymore. The fun and spark (that I'll admit I like this one time) isn't there anymore. No one will notice from the audience, but being up close to him makes it pretty obvious.
"So Jake," I said as I walked along side him after he wrote his name down and started walking away. "Sign up for the dance classes?" Okay, I know, totally obvious. But better start off small.
I didn't think he would even answer. After about ten seconds, he muttered, "Looks like it."
"Looking forward to it?"
Another ten seconds. "I guess."
"So, I'll see you there?"
"Sure."
"Expect some serious competition."
"Okay."
I stopped dead in my tracks. He didn't stop or turn back.
I couldn't believe it! Usually, he's the one that challenges me! I must have seriously ticked him off....
After School Dance Classes
Okay, for the first time ever, I'm not regretting this. HEAR THAT WORLD?! I DON'T REGRET THIS!
Turns out that the principal hired several professional dancers to teach us different styles of dances. Most of the class is made up of those giggly girls and those football playing wannabes. I guess when they heard about dance, they automatically thought tango, and wasn't expecting hip-hop, ballet, and a bunch of other varieties that we were being taught, and were already exhausted. I guess they never really considered dance as a sport, that you need skill, perseverance, and strength to do well. I mean, seriously, if dance was easy, they would've called it football.
Wimps! I feel great! I guess you could say that I'm "in the zone." The only other person who looked the way that I felt was Jake. He was pretty good, just like how I predicted.
The next teacher clapped her hands for attention. She was wearing a name tag with the name Maria written on it in black. "Next is the tango." A lot of excited squeals and appreciative, tired groans echoed through the room. "Now watch very closely." She and her partner, some burly dude in very tight pants, did a very complicated routine that involved a lot of close contact and quick movement.
Needless to say that everyone was excited to be that close.
"Anyway," she continued, panting slightly, "that's what it would look like if the couple were experienced dancers." She put too much emphasis on the word "experienced" for my liking. "So we will start on a much simpler dance."
There were a lot of "Awe's" in the room that didn't last more than two seconds before the teacher and her partner did another routine that was definitely simpler, and it still involved a lot of close contact.
"Now grab a partner and let me see what ya got," she commanded. "Carlos and I," she motioned towards her partner, "will come around to correct you where its needed."
As it turns out, we couldn't exactly "grab a partner" 'cause they practically picked them for us. Sometimes it worked out when a couple that's been going out get paired up, and sometimes it didn't when to football players got the wrong girl, though most didn't look like they were complaining.
And because we all know how my luck does me favors (cough, not! cough) I got paired with Jake.
Its not as bad as you'd think. He's as good as a dancer as I am, and didn't step on my feet, and I didn't step on his. Good thing too, or else he'd have a broken bone for every time his foot came down on top of mine. Plus, it also gave me a chance to do what no one in this world, or any other, would think I'd ever do: apologize.
"Hey Jake?"
"Hmm?" He didn't look me in the eyes. Okay, seriously getting annoyed now.
"About the rehearsals-"
"They aren't as much fun as I thought they'd be," he interrupted.
"Well yeah, but-"
"Nice form!" Carlos had finally gotten to us, and complimented us in a foreign accent that I'm absolutely sure is fake.
"Thanks," Jake and I said at the same time without realizing it.
I could see Ashley glare at us from across the room while Maria criticized the way she was moving her feet. Not my fault.
"Anyway," I continued in a more hushed voice, "I agree. They aren't as fun as I thought they'd be either."
"Really?" he said in disbelief.
"Yeah! Totally!"
"Well then I guess you're trying to-"
"I blame Ms. Shanning for this." I guess I'm just not meant for apologizing after all.
"Ms. Shanning?"
"Yeah, if it weren't for her and her stupid ideas, than you and I wouldn't have to-"
"Deal with me?"
It was like he could read my mind. That was exactly what I was going to say, but the way that he said it made it sound evil. Okay, so maybe it is evil, but hey, its true right? Sigh. Wrong.
"Well--er--no. Actually yes. Yes and no." I couldn't make up my mind.
"Then I'm sorry that you have to deal with me." He looked pretty mad now. He let go of me and started to leave.
"Wait!" I caught hold of his hand before he could get away, and everyone else stopped what they were doing and started to stare. "Get back to stepping on each others' feet!" I snapped at them angrily. I looked back at Jake, and he was looking at the hand that I caught hold of with a twinkle of deviousness in his eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it came, replaced with that angry unresponsiveness.
"Let go of my hand," he growled.
"No!" I was suddenly aware at how rough I was being, and mumbled, "I'm sorry Jake."
"What?"
"I'm sorry Jake," I mumbled again.
"What?"
"I'M SORRY JAKE!" I finally snapped. "Okay! I'm sorry for treating you the way that I did! It wasn't your fault that we got paired up together anyway! It could have been worse, I could have been stuck with stupid Raimundo! But it couldn't have been better 'cause you were the best choice 'cause you can move to the beat of music without holding a stupid microphone!" I rambling pretty loudly now.
I subconsciously noticed people staring at me again, but I didn't pay attention to them just yet. All that matters is that Jake gets a clue that I really am sorry. But once I actually payed attention to what he was doing, I stopped, angry. The jerk was laughing at me!
"What's so funny?" I snapped.
"You," he chuckled. "I was never mad."
The creep planned the whole thing! "Oh that's it! I'm outta here!" I snatched up my bag and started storming out the door. Those giggly girls were laughing at me too. "Get a life!" I snarled, and they shut up and went back to their crappy dancing.
His hand caught mine this time. "Wait." He spun me around so that I was facing him. "Can I have this dance?"
Maria and Carlos were giving us hopeful side glances while they were still helping out yet another couple. Ashley was still glaring at me from over her current boyfriend's shoulder. It was common knowledge that she tried to hook up with Jake earlier this year, but he turned her down.
The offer was tempting, mostly because she's always been such a bitch to me, and I always look for ways to get her mad. Jake noticed who I was looking at, and winked at me. This could work.
I started with a very sweet note. "Take my hand.
Take a breath.
Pull me close,
And take one step.
Keep your eyes locked on mine,
And let the music be your guide."
Jake joined in. "Won't you promise me?
"Won't you promise me?
That you'll never forget."
"We'll keep dancin'."
"To keep dancing."
"To keep dancing."
We joined halfway. "Wherever we go next.
Its like catching lightning.
The chances of finding,
Someone like you.
Its one in a million,
The chances of feeling the way we do.
And with every step together,
We just keep on getting better.
So can I have this dance?"
"Can I have this dance?"
"Can I have this dance?"
Here I go again, I reminded myself to make it look real. "Ohh.
No mountain's too high enough."
"No ocean's too wide.
'Cause together or not,
Our dance won't stop.
Let it rain, let it pour.
What we have is worth fighting for.
You know I believe,
The we were meant to be.
Yeah!
Its like catching lightning,
The chances of finding,
Someone like you."
"Ooh, like you."
"Its one in a million,
The chances of feeling the way we do."
"The way we do."
"And with every step together,
We just keep on getting better."
"So can I have this dance?"
"Can I have this dance?"
"Can I have this dance?"
"Can I have this dance?"
"This dance."
"Can I have this dance?"
Okay, I know, not the tango. Anyway, since I don't know anything about dancing, just use your imagination on this one. Or, you can watch the video that goes to this on youtube. Review! Later!