I'm almost positive my brain had stopped working at the site of Dimitri and Christian standing behind Ryan. I know I had to look somewhat crazed as I stood there with my mouth hanging open in shock and my eyes bugged out of my head. My mind couldn't even begin to conjure up the images or thought process of those two actually in my Dance Class, and actually dancing.

I shook my head and tried to regain my composure, well… on the outside at least.

"Well, we got two new students joining our dance group everybody!" Ryan shouted out to the group, which in turn hushed all the murmuring that was going on. Everybody was now giving Ryan and the two new members their full attention, and I scanned over the group to see all the girls had already began to get starry eyed at the prospect of them joining us.

"Go ahead and introduce yourselves guys." Ryan stated coolly and moved off to the side to let Dimitri and Christian take the spot light. At that point I had completely tuned everybody out and was focusing really hard on making sure I had all my belongings in my backpack. When a hand on the side of my waist pulled my attention abruptly away and made me jerk my head up to stare into the eyes of Ryan.

"Well, glad to see I finally got your attention," he smirked at me and shook his head lightly, obviously amused at me, "I've only been trying to get your attention for the last five or so minutes."

"I'm so sorry Ryan, I'm just tired and a little out of it…" I spouted the words out without thinking, huh funny all the excuses I've been making lately; "Is there something you wanted?" I asked him unsure and a little confused as to why his hand why still resting on the side of my waist still; not that I was really complaining. And then I remembered Dimitri and turned my head in the direction I saw him in last, only to see he was gone and Christian was glaring at me from across the room as a group of girls were surrounding him introducing themselves.

"Well actually I uh…well I want your help in something." Ryan stuttered out bringing my attention back to him. I looked at him and couldn't help a smile, he was standing there running a hand through his hair and staring out at the group of dancers and a light crimson flushed his face.

"Um, well I can't help you unless you tell me what it is you need help with," I sarcastically stated with a smile still on my face, now I'm finding him a little amusing.

"Well, this is actually a conversation I would like to have in private for a few reasons, so do you think it would be alright if you came over to my place for a bit and I can drop you off at home?" He asked looking down at me and smiling, and still a little red in the face.

I stood there for a minute staring at him, trying to decide if I should go with him or just demand he tell me what it is here at school. I don't know why I was suddenly suspicious of him, maybe old habits die hard, or maybe I'm still unnerved as to why in the hell Dimitri Belikov and Christian Ozera where here.

"Nevermind just forget it," Ryan said throwing his hand up in the air and turning to walk away; I guess I had been standing there too long and made him feel stupid, I instantly felt bad.

"NO Ryan!" I shouted and leapt forward to grab his arm to stop him. He stopped and stared at me over his shoulder but made no other attempts at moving. "Sorry, yeah I'll go with you, I just need to be home at a certain time is all, and with a good excuse." I said smiling at him. He smiled and grabbed my bag from me swinging it over his shoulder and grabbed my hand and led me out the classroom and past a still-staring-daggers-at-me Christian.

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Ryan and Anne's house was absolutely amazing; it looked like a something straight out of a magazine, inside and out. Although I really didn't get to see much of the place since Ryan pulled up into the drive, led me inside the front door and immediately took a left into another door leading to the basement; which was still nice though.

I was starting to get anxious though sitting on the couch in his basement, while he paced back and forth in front of me with his hands clasped behind his back; which he has been doing for the last ten minutes by the way.

I stood up after a few more minutes of watching him pace and was getting ready to tell him that I was just going to leave, when he turned to me and I saw in his eyes a determined look that was not there a minute ago.

"Rose, this is really hard for me to word right, well, actually its just mostly embarrassing." He said staring at me intently and taking a deep breathe. "Ok, well, I've been thinking a lot about our dance group and about a lot of our routines we do. This year I would like to change things up a bit, try something that we haven't done before. But this is going to require some drastic changes to some of the routines I have in mind, and the biggest change is that instead of us just dancing as a whole, maybe trying to pair up dancers instead."

I stared at him, not really understanding what he was trying to say or what he needed help with exactly; he must of saw the look on confusion on my face though because he took another deep breathe and I stared into his eyes trying to see him find the words he wanted.

"I would like to pair the girls and guys up as, I guess you could say a couple, in our dance routines, but I never really actually danced with another girl; well I have, but not in the sense that I'm trying to accomplish, what I mean is…" he rushed out and was stumbling over his words trying to find something that would make sense. But during the middle of his little rant I had figured out what he was getting at and what he was asking.

I held up my hand stopping him, and he looked at me slightly nervous and ran a hand through his hair, which I was started to find attractive. I shook my head quickly, clearing those thoughts away.

"I understand and sure I'll help," I said smiling and then another light bulb when off, "On one condition though."

"What condition?" He smiled at me, but I could see the amused and at the same time nervous look in his eyes.

"I only want to be paired up with you as a dance partner in these routines." I actually felt proud of myself for having that bright idea.

He smiled at me and his eyes smoldering, "I really don't have a problem with that Rose." He took a few steps toward me and I couldn't help but find him very attractive, especially in that moment and with the way he was looking at me. My heart began to beat faster in my chest, and my breath quickened as I stared back at him.