Fiercer Than Fire

A Taste Of Another

Chapter Seven: A Taste Of Another.

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♪ Andrea's perspective ♪

Right foot forward.

Left foot back.

Spin.  

Jump.

Thrust left hand forward.

Step forward.

Turn.

Thrust right hand forward.

And done.

I huffed and placed my hands on my knees as I took a deep breaths. I can't do this. I can't dance. I looked up at my partner with narrow eyes. "D'evon," I growled under my breath, "How can you dance so well?" 

D'evon looked at me through his beautiful, long lashed, startling green eyes that stood out against his dark skin and dark hair. HIs full lips were pulled into a slight smile as he stared at me with amusement. I thought I'd been the luckiest girl in the entire class to get paired up with this hottie.

And then we started dancing.

At first I had been the shy, stammering mess that I always seem to turn into when I'm near a cute guy, but then I guess all the adrenaline got me feeling a little bit comfier. Plus, there was something about D'evon that just made him easier to talk to.

"Come on Andrea," his deep voice sent thrills down my back and he offered out his hand to me, "Follow me. It isn't that hard."

"Easy for you to say," I mumbled beneath my breath, "You're actually good at it."

"Hmmm? Did you say something?"

"Me? Nope."

 I may be best friends with the most strong willed person in the world -well, at least she use to be- but that didn't mean that I was a thing like her. One of the few similarities that we shared was that we both were bad dancers and couldn't dance to save our lives. People like D'evon were lucky that they could. 

Ugh. I don't even know why I chose dance in front of home economics. 

Life would have been so much better if I hadn't.  

Oh wait, it wouldn't, I wouldn't have got to be paired with D'evon and I suck at cooking. For example I still remembe that time when I almost set my kitchen on fi-

"Andrea?" D'evon called out to me, "Andrea? Are you even listening to me?"

I gulped down my embarrassment, pushed away my thoughts and sent him a sheepish smile, "Uh yeah, sorry about that." 

"No problem. Now come on, let's try that routine again." 

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I was just about to break down in tears of happiness when our dance teacher informed us that class was over.

D'evon was as the sweetest person ever when he asked me if I was alright, and if I wanted him to stay back with me whilst I recovered. I shook my head and told him I'm alright; and just to make sure he believed me I walked to the girls shower room in front of him, hoping that he'd be outside, waiting for me when I came out.

But he hadn't. He'd already left to class without me. 

Huh, guess he didn't stick around to say goodbye.