Becca POV
I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I slip it out and check it. It's Asher calling. I answer.
"What's up?" I say.
"Nothing," He replies.
"Then why'd you call?"
"Kat sprained her ankle while rehearsing the group dance and can't compete, so we need a replacement,"
"Can't you do it without her?"
"We have to pair up."
"Why'd you call me?"
"I want you to do it,"
"I can't learn a dance in one night."
"You either learn it or we scratch."
"Fine, why don't you come over in like an hour. Who's partner am I?"
"Mine." I can almost hear him smirking.
"Awesome, I'll see you in like an hour then." I roll my eyes even though he can't see.
"See ya!" We hang up and I walk up the steps to the house and open the door.
"I don't know why you insist on riding your skateboard home." My dad greets.
"Like you care what I do." I say.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, Asher's coming over soon to rehearse."
"Didn't you rehearse at school?"
"Yes, but they're down a person for the group dance, so I'm filling in. It's a different dance."
"Good luck with that." Cole says, walking in, "You won't beat our company."
"Wanna bet?" I say, walking toward him in a challenging manner.
"Yes." He says with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Fine, I win and you don't use the duet."
"I win and I get to release the duet with your consent."
"Fine, because I already know I'm gonna win."
"How about some dinner?" Dad asks, breaking up the stare down that Cole and I are having.
"Are you prepared for tomorrow?" Dad says while we eat.
"Absolutely," Cole replies.
"What about you Rebecca? I know how your last competition went." Dad asks.
"Can we please not talk about that?" I say, irritated.
"I mean the-
"Stop."
"Didn't you tell Cole?"
"No, Dad I didn't because Cole and I are not friends."
"But isn't he competing with Paisley Thomas?"
"What does Paisley have to do with anything?" Cole asks.
"None of your goddamn business," I yell, slamming my fork on the table.
"Rebecca!" My father scolds.
"Oh, c'mon, it's not like you care,"
"Again, what's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm not hungry, I'm going to the studio, tell Asher to meet me there when he gets here." I throw my napkin onto the table. I walk up the stairs to my room. I quickly change clothes and then run up the next flight of stairs to my studio.
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Dancing Through Life
ספרות נוער- I don't dance when I'm being told what to do. Dancing is an art. You don't tell an artist what to paint, and you don't tell a dancer what to dance. It's independent - Rebecca is a relatively normal teenage girl apart from the fact that both of her...
