~Dancing with Style(s)~

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"Dana, it's not like its a big deal."

"Yes it is! You can't like the same person I like! Remember? Rule number 10 of the Sisterhood!" I yelled as I slammed my locker.

"You can't blame ME for it. He's adorable," she yelled after me, practically running. I could hear her shoes clicking on the floor. "Dana! Dana, wait up! You know I can't run in heels!"

I stopped in my tracks and spun around to her.

"Then why would you wear them?"

"They're fashionable," she whined.

"Whatever."

"Dana, you can't be mad at me. I mean, Aiden is pretty cute."

I stopped myself once more to think about my latest crush, Aiden. He was a jock, but we have known each other since kindergarten. He's always talked to me, even though in the world of cliques, I'm at the bottom. He was everything I thought I wanted.

"Yeah. He is."

"You can't stay mad at me forever. I'm your ride to the dance studio, remember?"

"Alright, alright. I'm not mad. I was just a little jealous, that's it."

"I'd never take him from you. You know that."

"I know Bri."

I grabbed her am and we walked arm in arm down to our next class. I couldn't wait till after school. We were supposed to be getting a new teacher today. Hopefully someone younger and not as uptight as the one before, Mrs. Chester. I hated her. She's the reason my ankle never healed like it was supposed to.

After school, I changed into my control tank and sweat pants, ready for dance class. Bri drove me there, and I told her to be ready to pick me up when I texted her.

"Good luck with your new teacher!"

"I hope so. Bye!"

"Bye!" she yelled as she drove away. I walked in, only to find that most of the class, an all girls class may I add, was all gathered in a circle, screaming about something.

"Oh. My. Gosh! Dana!" my dance friend, Marcie, yelled at me.

"What is it?"

"You'll never believe who our dance teacher is!"

"Who?"

"Harry Styles!"

My heart skipped a beat. I loved him. He was my favorite YouTube person ever, right there with Shane Dawson. He was an Internet sensation, England and America. I always told everyone that I didn't like him. He was kinda my guilty pleasure... But I would never tell anyone that.

"So?"

"So?! He's only the hottest teacher we'll ever have!"

"I've told you before," I said as I dropped my bag, "I don't like him."

Lies...

"Whatever," she mumbled as she went over to congregate with the other girls who were practically fixing to throw themselves at him. But I decided to keep my calm. Keep calm... Keep calm...