A Unique Crossover

Chapter33: Another sort of Catfish

"Come on, sis. We both know that no one's gonna go through my phone." David said, still being stubborn about how serious all of this was. All I want is that he delete the videos, that's it, no need to say 'sorry' or anything else, I just want two videos of me dancing off his phone. "Besides, it's just her nerves getting the best of her, that's all."

"Whatever David, it's fine. It's all cool, ok." I said while getting up from the floor, right now I'm putting my trust in him to keep those videos to himself only. Before I walk any further towards the studio's door, a warm and cold hand grabbed my wrist, turning me back to David, "Do you want me to delete the videos?"

Trying to loosen his grip around my wrist which tighten further while having some part of my nerves to soften, making way for a crazy rush that has been driving through my entire body as I inhale that mint breath with lavender and black pepper,

"Let me go." I said in a quiet voice, but I kept my tone strong and unbreakable, showing whoever that I wasn't going to be pushed into anything. I won't let that happen.

"Not until you calm down." He said, having the same bite in his words like I've had with mine. I was burning with anger at him that even holding me like this wasn't helping that much, so I kept on trying to break free. "You know that I wouldn't do anything that will hurt you or destroy any of your dreams,"

I was trying to get out of his grip for a few more seconds only to stop completely when I heard him say softly, but loud enough for me to hear, "I'm not some monster, Ariel." Who has called him a monster?

My legs felt like jelly and my chest has never felt this tight before, everything in that moment felt like it's overwhelming for me, causing me to become speechless. Why would David ever think of himself as a monster? Has someone actually called him that?

Then everything that I was feeling before just faded completely, managing to loosen my hand from his grip to gently keep his. Stepping closer to him, looking right into his eyes, "I don't think of you like that."

For a few minutes of us staring at each other in complete silence, not knowing if Charlie and Ryan were still in the room or if they decided to leave. Whichever way, we stayed looking at each other like this, somehow convincing him that everything that I've said is true. Slowly, David took his phone out from his pocket, allowing me to watch he tap on his screen for a couple seconds before, "There, all gone."

Showing his phone screen where only pictures and selfies were in the camera folder. I may never know why he really made those videos of me dancing on his phone, why he would even?
I'm pretty sure that there are girls who dancing more sexier and hotter than me, but I was grateful that he deleted them. Nodding before saying in a soft, gentle tone, "Thank you."

Not saying anything when I opened the door, waving goodbye to Ryan and Charlie who both had small smiles on their faces after watching me and David getting back on good themes again.
Neither of us spoke about the two videos during lunch either, even on Tuesday before Kevin, Janelle, Daytona and I went to the dance studio.

Already dressed, stretched and ready to show my solo to Mrs Robertson and Julia, feeling more than excited about Saturday, I'm just a few days away from having my dream coming true.
The DJ from last weekend's party was playing the music today which was a surprise, but when he played the song once I gave him a thumbs up, I became a beast in the centre of the circle of people.

It might not be Saturday and I might not be on stage right now, but as I danced my solo to everyone, in a way it felt like I was on Spotlight's stage, lying my heart out there.
Dancing the way that I would have when I stand on that great stage that I believed to be the most sacred place to step one foot on, insult it in anyway and you will feel its wrath.