The New Girl

Chapter Three

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Chapter Three

(Jordin’s POV)

I trudge to the gym after school, dreading dance practice. I’m completely unprepared and I have no idea what’s going to be happening. I sneak into the locker room and am greeted by loud chatter. I walk in and see fifteen girls babbling and giggling about something. They’re all stepping out of their jeans and t-shirts and pulling on shorts and tank tops.

When I step in, the talking simultaneously stops. It’s like an immediate silence, completely in unison. Fifteen heads turn to me and they all stare.

I wave half-heartedly and lower myself down on the bench in the middle of the room, keeping my head down. I can feel fifteen pairs of eyes gawk at me. Shyly, I glance up and see that they’ve all stopped in their tracks to goggle at me.

“Get changed, girls!” A girl speaks up finally.

She leaves her hot pink locker shut and comes over to me, slipping an arm around my shoulder. I stand up and awkwardly glare at the floor. The girl guides me over to her locker and pulls out a pair of yellow sweats and a pink tank top.

“Here you go, honey, put these on.” She says nicely, handing me the clothes.

I look at her nervously for a second before accepting her offer. “Uh…thanks…”

“Sure, no problem,” she beams at me.

I study her face for mockery or hostility, but there isn’t any. She has light blonde hair and dark bluish-grey eyes. The smile on her face is genuine and she stands with an authority that proves she’s just a sweet girl.

“I’m Ollie, by the way,” She tells me.

“Jordin,” I introduce myself.

“Well, go get changed!” She ushers me on. “Lauren hates when we’re late.”

I give her a questioning look as I shrug out of my clothes and into her sweats. “Lauren?”

Ollie laughs. “You’re on the squad and you don’t know the instructor’s name?”

“Uh…no?” I smile innocently.

She pats me on the back lightly. “Well, you’ll learn.”

“I hope so.” I say, more to myself than to her.

When I’m changed and ready, Ollie guides me out to the gym. There, the other dancers are stretched in some sort of position, loosening themselves up. As Ollie and I stroll in, they all look up. Many of the girls smile at me this time and I think it has something to do with Ollie.

I take my place at the back of the group and assume a split. I lean forward, touching my toes easily and extend my back. It feels so good to do this again! I almost smile, but then I remember where I am and how I got into this.

“Jordin Chess?” An authoritative voice booms out.

I look up, relaxing my stretch. “Uh, yeah,” I raise my hand.

“Come here.” A woman at the front snaps for me to face her.

I stand and make my way to the front of the room. I notice how all the girls cower before this lady and assume that she’s Lauren, the instructor. The lady looks stern and strict but still calm and collected. She looks down at me, glaring down the bridge of her nose. I start to fidget under her stare, nervous of what she’ll say. Then her face breaks out in a wide grin.