"Edward, I'm sorry. It's just-," I began.
"It's just what, Paige? Let's just find out practice times and get this over with," he sternly replied.
"Can you do Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays from 5:30 to 9?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure. Do you know who the choreographer is?"
"No." I really didn't know what else to say. Walking away, I remembered how all of the girls in middle school wanted every single boy to like them. And now I have that, but I don't want it. All I could ever ask for is that my partner and I don't "fall in love." What am I thinking? I won't ever fall for Edward, not a single chance.
~~ Time skip ~~
After getting matters settled with our partners, we learned different combinations for the rest of the time frame. We would split into groups, and watch each other perform.
Surprisingly, Edward is quite fantastic. His turns, extensions, and his leaps, oh my goodness they were breathtaking. He's just as good (if not more) than Maddie Ziegler, back in Pittsburg. And he watched me with such desire, and hope. I felt him inside of me while I was dancing. It was like he took his soul and mixed it with mine.
Once it was 6:30, we left practice, and I was headed home, Edward had a quick word with me.
"Paige! You were fantastic in there. I've never seen such gorgeous dancing in my entire life. It was stunning," he remarked.
I blushed while saying, "You weren't too bad yourself." Then, he leans in for a hug. I accept, but think on why he still admires me. After the jerk I've acted like today, why would he want my company?