Dale Don Dale
Dale, Dale, Don, Dale. Pa' que se muevan las yales. Pa' activar los anormales- Don Omar
Rowen:
"All right everybody that was a great class! Those of you that got your new pointe shoes in today don't forget to break them in before class next week."
Amy my dance instructor says. I love dancing. I've been doing it my whole life. When I'm upset I dance, when I'm happy I dance, when I don't know how
to feel I dance. Get the pattern? I sit on the floor and begin to untie my ribbons as the next class walks in. "Hey Rowen, don't take those off yet, we
have a question for you." Amy says as the new class takes the dance space. They all look to be in their early twenties, probably going to the college here
in Port Angeles. I stand up and walk over to Amy and the group. "Hey what's up? I'm Danny. How old are you?" A girl maybe a few years older than me
says. I smile "Hey, I'm Rowen. I'm 17." I say back. "Rowen, this is my advanced lyrical and modern dance class. We are doing a number in the recital
coming up." Amy introduces. "Listen we've all seen you dance and you're like scary good. We want you to do our number with us. You know spice it up
with all your pirouettes and junk." The same girl, Danny, from earlier asks. "Are, are you sure? I've only ever done classical ballet. I'd have no idea what I
was doing. And I don't think I can afford to take both classes." I say softly. Dance class is expensive. It's not that my parents wouldn't be willing to pay
or couldn't afford it, I just would feel guilty asking them to spend more money than the fortune they already do between dance and cheerleading. "Me
and the girls already decided since we are asking you to do this for us, the lessons and costume are our gift to you in return for pumping up this number"
Amy says and all the girls nod and smile. "Err ok if you're all sure I'd love to help out. What's the routine like?" I say shrugging off my dance bag. "I think
you're going to like it jailbait." Danny says and the other girls laugh. Did she call me jailbait?
"Hey baby girl. Why are you home so late?" daddy asks as I walk in the door slipping off my sneakers. "Sorry daddy. Amy asked me to be in the class
right after mine." I say slumping onto the couch with him and mom. "How much?" daddy groans playfully as he digs for his wallet. I know I said I wasn't a
spoiled brat, and I'm not, but I am spoiled, just not the brat part at the end. "Free. She and the other girls said that since they asked me to do some
pointe in their number the costume and classes were free." I say with a smile. "What's the class sweetheart?" my mom says cuddling into daddy. "It's
advanced lyrical and modern dance. Most of the girls go to your old school ma." I say hoping they don't ask what the song is, or to show them part of the
routine. I know daddy won't be happy with it. It's a little, what's the best word….. risky, flashy, sexy? It's cabaret style. I finally understood why all the
girls nicknamed me jailbait after the combinations they had me do. I think they purposely put me in the most suggestive parts because they knew I
would be uncomfortable. "How were the new kids? Is he a wolf? Are they nice? What do they look like? What grade are they in?" I say excitedly
changing the subject. "They were…fine?" Daddy says awkwardly. "Embry Call! They were nice honey. That boy lost his mother a year ago, but managed
to care for both of those girls all alone. He's just trying to get by; I remember what it was like baby." My mother says pointedly at daddy. Mom's very
nonjudgmental, partially because before she met daddy her and Aunt J had really hit rock bottom. They stripped and lived in a cruddy apartment and did
drugs. Another great thing about my mother is that she's very open with me and the twins. I wish I was the same, but as soon as she said that stuff it
gave me the impression there must be something bad about him. "Diego, is the oldest, very handsome. He's your age, he dropped out but Emily is
enrolling him and Reina at your school." Mom says before daddy cuts her off. "Ya he only dropped out because he was in jail for like two years." Daddy
interjects. "Embry! He seems like a nice boy, and until he does something to change that opinion it stands. Reina's a freshman this year, very gorgeous.
Malinah is only three so she will be staying home with Emily. That poor little girl's so scared of the pack, probably the height I guess. She only talks to her
brother, sister, and once in a while Emily. We are going shopping with Emily and the girls tomorrow. Shes asking Reina to come so she can meet you girls
before she starts school." My mom continues glaring at daddy.
Diego:
Reina ties her shoe laces and looks up at me unsure. I know she's nervous about meeting Tia's friends. "Hay que ir con ellas hermana. Ambos
necesitan botas de invierno y abrigos y suéteres y las cosas. Conseguirme algunos claro manga larga y una chaqueta ligera. Se divertirán con
las chicas. Incluso es posible que un amigo. (You should go with them sister. You both need winter boots and coats and sweaters and things. Get me
some plain longsleeves and a light jacket. You will have fun with the girls. You might even make a friend.)" I say nodding at her. I dig into my back pocket
for my wallet. "Here, don't spend it all in one place eh?" I say giving Ray a few hundred dollar bills. Tia looks surprised. Being in Diablos Morosos brings
many things, one being, it pays pretty nicely. It's not exactly honest money, but money is money. "You don't have to do that Diego, we have it covered."
Tia says placing her hand on my shoulder. "It's ok Tia. I got it under control, but thanks anyway." I say trying to be nice but still make her understand
that they're my family and if they need something I will provide them with it. Linah comes into the living room dragging her Barbie and baby jaguar
stuffed animal. She loves Go Diego Go. She thinks I'm him. She is shying away from Tio who is following her into the room. She's still scared of him.
"Orale Linah." I say as she runs at me and clings to the bottom of my leg trying to get away from Tio. "No seas niña asustada. Tío es agradable. ¿Darle
una oportunidad bien? ¿Desea ir con la Tía, sus amigos y Reina de compras hoy? (Don't be scared little girl. Uncle is nice. Give him a chance all right?
Do you want to go with Aunt, her friends, and Reina shopping today?)" I say to the little girl as I pick her up. She nods her head no and buries her head
into my chest. "Linah are you sure?" Ray asks. "No desea (I don't want to)." She says muffled into my shirt. "Be good for Diggy today. Si? ¿Promesa?
(Yes, Promise?)" Ray says looking at Linah who just nods her head. She waves and walks out the door with Tia following behind her.
"Well what did you two have planned for today?" Tio says sitting on the couch across from me about an hour after the girls left. "I was going to do some
work on my car today, unless you wanted me to help you with something." I say shifting Linah on my lap. "I didn't know you were good with cars." Tio
says with a surprised look on his face. I laugh, I'm not just good I'm amazing. I should be since I worked at the shop since I was twelve. "Ya back in LA I
worked at a garage." I say. Technically it was a garage, they were stolen cars being torn apart and built into other cars, but if you look past all the illegal
shit, it's still a garage. "No I was just curious. My friend Embry, that you met the other day, he owns a garage. He's always looking for help if you're
interested." Tio say with a shrug. "Ya thanks, I'll look into that." I say standing up with Linah and being to walk out to the driveway.
"Linah come play your Barbie over here." I say peeling my tank top off and throw it on the hood of the car. Dale Don Dale is playing on the stereo and
Linah's making her Barbie dance to it. She walks over and sits beside the car as I grab my wrench and slide underneath it. As I'm lying under the car I
hear at least three people pull into the driveway. Guess the shopping day is over. "Diggy?" I hear as Ray's and Linah's sneakers appear under the car. I
slide myself out from under the car and stand up, wiping my greasy hands with a rag. I glace up to see a hug group of women. There's at least 15.
"Orale Ray! Muchas mujeres (a lot of women)" I say with a laugh. Someone in the group laughs, she must know Spanish. "Wow that's a big tattoo"
Someone else whispers as I turn my back shutting the stereo off. "Oh hello Diego dear, I didn't know you were good with cars. Anyways, I have some
people I want you to meet. This is Leah Cameron and her daughter Liv, Jula Black, Kim Cordero and her daughter Kalin, Rachael Alexander, Laine
Clearwater and her daughter Skyler Fuller and her baby girl Joss, Claire Ateara and her daughter Calla, Letia Jackson, Briar Call who you've already met
and her daughter Rowen." Tia says letting out a huge breath. "Hey, I'm Diego. This is Malinah." I say nudging Linah who attached herself to my leg
again. "What's that mean?" The little girl Calla asks pointing to the tattoo on my chest before getting shushed be her mother. "More danger more
honor." Letia answers. She's one of the few I remembered because she sticks out in this town as bad as we do, obviously being Hispanic like us. "What
does DM stand for?" the girls asks before getting scolded again. Letia shifts uncomfortably, maybe she's heard of us? I look to Ray nervously. "It's
probably his gang letters or something. I mean look at him, he screams thug life. Do you think he stole that car?" One girl Rowen I think, whispers in
disgust to her friend and they both laugh. "Um just initials. I'm gunna go get cleaned up so I can help take the bags in" I say trying to keep my cool. If
she wants to be a judgmental bitch that's fine by me. She has no idea what it's like out there on the streets. She probably lives in a big house, with her
own room, a nice car, gets everything she wants, basically she's a spoiled bitch.
A/N: Listen to this song! It makes you wanna stand up and dance :) The song is on the picture for this chapter if you're following along. The link to the pictures for this story is on my profile.