Back For You

Chapter 2

1 week later

Joe’s POV

“Unlike Harty here, we were all good boys while on holiday.” Gareth was telling to guys as we sit round the table having something to eat.

“What are you talking about? I was good!” I defend.

“So, does a good boy stick his tongue down another girls throat even though he has a long-term girlfriend?” James asks me, an single brow raised.

“I was drunk, what more can I can say?” I shrug while taking a sip of my drink.

“For the whole two weeks? I doubt it, Harty.” James finishes before taking a bite of the apple he held in his hand.

“What Kim doesn’t know, won’t hurt her.”

“How can you be sure that that girl won’t sell her story on you two?” Micah asks me, trying to sound all serious and quiet.

I shake my head. “She’s not like that.”

“You really know her that well after two weeks?”

“She just doesn’t seem the type of person that would do that.”

“How can you be sure?”

I open my mouth to speak but close it again and sigh. "I can’t but I trusted her then and I still do.”

Normal POV

“Chelsea, stop daydreaming!” I hear my dance teacher shout at me.

I shake my head and stand up, “Sorry.”

I walk over to stand next to the other girls in the class and my close friend, Laura, turns and looks at me.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Ever since you’ve gotten back from the holiday, you’ve been off.” She mutters.

“I don’t know," I shrug. "I guess the thought of moving to another country is starting to get to me."

“Do you know where you’re moving to?”

“No, not yet. I need to know soon though because my work visa here in America is almost up. If I don’t know where I’ve to go next, I’ll just have to go back home and stay with my grandparents.”

“You’re not leaving me here! I’ll have no friends in this class," Laura moans, gripping onto my arm and falling dramatically to the floor.

“I would say that I’m your only friend in this class,” I laugh as I pull her back up to her feet.

She laughs, “You are!”

“Well, Silvia hasn’t told me where I’m going yet. So going back to stay with my grandparents sounds really likely.”

“Ready girls?” The dance teacher asks us.

We all nod before starting our dance routines.

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Two hours later and we were all leaving the studio to go home. I walk down the black glass stairs towards the entrance/exit with Laura by my side.

"What are you doing for dinner tonight?" Laura asks as we reach the bottom of the stairs.

"Kinda in the mood for a takeaway. What about you?" I reach for the metal handle on the door but stop when I hear someone shout on me.

I briefly look at Laura and turn to the sound of the voice.

“Chelsea, a word in my office please.” Silvia instructs, looking down the stairs at me. “You too, Laura.”

I look back at Laura and she shrugs her shoulders before we walk back up the stairs and along the narrow white corridor to Silvia's office.

We walk into her office, making sure to close the light wooden door behind us, and sit down in front of her desk.

“Chelsea, I am sure that you are very aware that your work visa is almost up here in the US.” Silvia starts. I nod in agreement. “I have taken the liberty of speaking to your other dance teacher, Robert, and he has told me that he'd be whiling to take you to the dance school he's starting up in a different country.”

“And where do I came into this?” Laura butts in quickly.

“He wants you to go with her, if you had let me finish. Now, there is one catch.”

“What’s that?” I ask, almost begging her to go on to see if I like the one conditon or not.

“Only Laura needs a visa to work in the country you'd be going too. You don’t.”

My eyes widen because I knew what she was talking about. I'd be heading back home to the UK.