I thought real men dont dance

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HELLO YOU GORGEOUS PEOPLE!

This chapter is a bit longer than normal, I got slightly carried away! :L

anyway

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The next day, I woke up at Lily's house, with a killer headache, and my mind full of memories from last night. When I had kissed Tristan. A smile spread across my face, and I touched my lips absent mindedly. I got up and walked over to the mirror. The lipstick had faded in the middle, leaving a pink rim around my lips. I was no longer wearing the dress that Lily had lent me, but some stripy boy shorts, and a blue cami. I slipped my feet into some plush white slippers that had been left by the bed, and shuffled into the kitchen.

"What's up sleepyhead?" Lily called over her shoulder as she shook a frying pan. The smell of bacon and eggs wafted towards me, and my stomach grumbled. Lily laughed "I'm guessing someone's hungry!" She grabbed a plate and loaded it up with some toast and a portion of food from the pan.

"Thanks." I took the plate from here and dug in.

"So, what are you gonna wear for the dance classes today?"

"Wha-? Oh, right, I don't know. I have to go back to my dorm and get ready." I managed to say inbetween mouthfuls of breakfast.

"Yeah, well, eat up, because we have to be there at 11!" Lily sat down with her own plate of food.

"Hey, I was wondering this earlier. Why does school start later on the days we have dance?"

"Because sleep deprived teenagers can't dance." Lily stated. My mouth formed an 'O' shape.

I took my plate over to the sink and washed it up. I also cleaned away the frying pan, and the ingredients that she had left out. After all, she had made me breakfast. It was the least I could do! When Lily had finished, we set out for my dorm. She was already ready, as she had been up from 8:00am.

The mini flat I was staying in was cramped. The kitchenette barley had enough room for the mini fridge and the oven. My closet was right was just overflowing, and my bed was unmade. There were boxes scattered here and there. The bathroom was small to. It could only fit a sink, small cupboard, a toilet, and a shower. It was on the top floor of the building, and it had access to the roof. I loved my dorm. My dad had to fight to get it though. I loved my dad...

I hurriedly grabbed some clothes, and got changed in the bathroom. I chose my black cross back leotard, a long sleeved crop top, some dance capri pants and my shoved my ballet flats, jazz shoes, and legwarmers in a satchel. I applied some eyeliner and mascara, before using some of my lip balm. I also put them in my bag. I tied my hair back into a messy bun, and hurried out to see Lily, fast asleep on my bed.

*OHMYGOD SHE'S DEAD!* Trevor panicked. Trevor was always panicking.

"Lil, c'mon, time to go!" I shook her gently. She opened her eyes, and looked at me groggily.

"What? What- Where- Who?" She stared up at me, with sleep in her eyes.

I sighed and pulled her up, dragging her to the door. We barely made it to class in time before a tall man with bulging biceps strutted in. I looked at Lily quizzically, but she just shrugged. I'm guessing he wasn't the usual teacher.

"Ladies, and Gentlemen" He winked at a red haired boy in the corner "I am here, to teach you, the art... of movement" He suddenly twisted around on the spot waving his arms about, as if he were trying to fight his way through a thick fog. He then bent into a ball, bringing his arms over his head, before springing up, making a star in the air and landing delicately on his feet. He then ran around the classroom, weaving in and out of the stunned students, waving in their faces, and making odd noises, like Miley Cyrus in '7 Things'. I bit down on my bottom lip, trying hard not to laugh. I spared a glance at Lily, who looked horrified. That made me laugh even more. The man reached me, and ducked down, circling around my feet, before popping up in front of me, shouting: "RAAA!" I could taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth where I had bit down so hard onto my lip, it had started to bleed. Thankfully, the man re-claimed his space at the front of the class and flicked his hair from his face.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 28, 2010 ⏰

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