Timeless

Chapter 1

Friday 7th December 2019

"Yeah I know you always say that but seriously though he is hot," my best friend Sarah babbled on.

" Sarah for the billionth time no I do not think finding our business professor hot is appropriate, we're in university now, no more screwing around, not to mention he's like way older than us," I remarked exasperated.

"I know you've said it before but it doesn't change facts, come on Tay live a little."

This was always her argument 'come on live a little', well excuse me if my idea of living a little isn't sending a perfectly-emphasis on the 'perfect' (not like she'd ever know that)- good professor to jail.

".. and plus," she continued, " he's only 8 years older." she concluded and began to walk ahead of me as if she'd just won her case.

"That's a big number you idiot," I shouted at her in a 'duhhh' tone rolling my eyes. She shrugged me off and turned her face to me. With hand on her heart and a dreamy voice she said,

"age is just a number when it comes to love my friends," making me face palm myself and shake my head, this girl is actually impossible. I heard her laugh at me from ahead.

"Loser," I whispered under my breath

"What was that?" She teased

"Loser," I shouted at her and smirked making her laugh harder and roll her eyes

"You know you love me."

We waved good bye and agreed to meet after class seeing as our lunch hours were different periods.

As I heading to my dance class the same known feeling of excitement that I had experienced every week since I started this class three months ago started bubbling in my stomach.

I loved dance. Always had and probably always would. It was a magical escape, something I needed more often than not. I loved all kinds of dance, from hip hop to ballet, to street, to ballroom. Even though I couldn't dance all of them it didn't mean I couldn't love them all the same.

I wasn't majoring in it this was just a side class to accompany my business major, but man would dancing for the rest of my life be a dream come true. I'd learned a long time ago however that dancing through life just simply wasn't enough.

You see my grandmother was part of the Royal  English Ballet Company. Annabelle Anderson. She was as graceful as her name sounds. As pristine as any English lady from the 1930s. She danced her whole life. She believed, and hence made me believe, that dance would make her immortal. But it didn't. On her 86th birthday she passed away. And as she lay there trapped in that coffin, lifeless, on her funeral day, I cried and screamed and shouted for the people to open it because she couldn't dance if she was trapped in there. I was 14 at the time. That's when I decided that a life with dance, and only dance, simply wouldn't cut it so I found something else to enjoy, but dance never left my heart, it was a part of who I was. Just like gran.

Arriving at the studio I was greeted by comforting mirror walls and my friend Dean Baylee often referred to as B. Him and I were the only ones who took dance at this hour, turns out not many people are a fan of dancing at 1 o clock in the afternoon instead of having lunch. Inevitably me and him became partners.

B was a tall guy with beautiful brown hair and dazzling green eyes, he was strong but not so much that he'd put The Rock to shame. He had olive coloured skin and often, I noticed, smelled like mints and kiwis (must be the shampoo). And despite what you may think no, he was not gay nor did he act gay. Turns out straight men can dance just as well and with just as much passion. He was proud of who he was and I couldn't ask for a better partner.