Dancing with the Bad Boy | ✓

fifteen | kicked out

"Xavier Walker."

I choked on my saliva. "Bianca's father?"

Michael nodded. "Yup."

Michael decided to fill me in after driving me to school so I had agreed to get on his motorcycle. I've always wanted to ride at the back of a motorcycle and let my arms go but I had thought better of it when Michael exceeded the speed limit.

The second I took off my helmet, my jaw internally dropped at the sight of the crowd that Michael and I had gathered as they whispered under their breaths, pointing at Michael with swooning eyes.

I gagged at the sight.

I led Michael to the performing arts building and as we walked, Michael left a trail of ogling eyes behind. I couldn't help but insult him along the way but Michael was silent as he took all my insults in, unfazed. I guessed the situation with Bianca was bothering him because when I told him to shower, he didn't reject.

"So, tell me what happened," I said as I patted the bean bag beside me that was situated in the corner of the practice room. Michael silently obliged.

Michael stares at nothing for a solid minute, his hair dripping wet as he used his leather jacket as a blanket. "After the work event, I grabbed my own balls and asked Bianca to go to a carnival with me. She had agreed."

I didn't know why but I was happy for him. "That's good, right?"

Michael shot me a blank look. Okay, obviously it wasn't good. "It was a good day, yes, but I brought her home late and her parents hadn't known that she was going out with me."

"Do they know of you?"

Michael chuckled. "Her uncle, Marco, knows of me. I got in a fight with his son once but it was over some petty shit."

I sighed, passing him a sandwich that I had bought down at the cafeteria while he had been in the shower. "Why did you come to me instead of going home?"

Michael let out a sigh. "I don't have the best parents out there and since they work under Xavier Walker, my parents saw it as me jeopardising their jobs. I got kicked out."

My jaw dropped. "Okay, but how did you find me?"

"Please, it wasn't hard following your step-father home."

"Jesus, Michael," I cursed under my breath.

Michael nodded slowly. "It's been two days since I've talked to her."

We stayed silent for a minute or two until the door to the studio opened, one of the teacher's popping his head in as he shot me a look.

"Lucinda, aren't you supposed to be practicing right now?" he questioned, entering the room with his eyes focused on Michael.

I shot up from the bean bag. "Yes, sir. My uh, instructor here was just giving me some points on tonight's dance recital."

The teacher's eyes raked Michael up and down before giving me a hesitant look but before he could say anything, Michael took a stand for himself. "What? Just because you dress like a prep guy, you look like a dance teacher but when I have that 'delinquent' look, I can't be one?"

The teacher excused himself after that.

"I get it, you're moody," I said to Michael as I took my blazer off, fishing for my dance outfit in my duffel bag. "But I'm the one who still has to cope with the teachers, not you."

Michael gave me an apologetic smile. "Anyways, I'll sleep here while you do your thing."

Michael stuck to his word for five hours seeing as he slept throughout my entire practice with classical music blasting through the speakers. He slept like a pig. If that's how men sleep, God bless all the females out there.

I dropped a Chinese take-out box on Michael's lap then pinched him, causing him to instantly jump in the bean bag, his eyes snapping open. "Here's lunch."

Michael blinked up at me and groaned. "I'm already a hassle, there's no need for you to go and grab lunch for me."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not heartless, Michael. You stood up to my step-father and I owe it to you so eat up and stop whining."

Michael grinned at me before devouring the entire content inside.  While we ate in silence, I couldn't help but wonder if Sora was going follow up our phone call since he was so insistent on me apologising to him.

Maybe he had forgotten about it.

"So, do you have a guy in your life?" Michael questioned, lifting a water bottle to his lips as he watched me.

I shook my head. "I like to be by myself."

Michael scoffed. "If you did then I wouldn't be here right now."

I shrugged. "I have no one-"

A knock sounded from the door once.

"You get it," I said, pointing at Michael while I stuffed my face with a salad.

Another rough knock sounded.

I groaned. "Michael."

Michael let out an exaggerated sigh before getting up from the bean bag while the knocks grew rough as Michael and I shot each other a look, wondering who this delirious person was.

"You have to relax with the knocks-" Michael was cut off with a loud bang, forcing me to jump as I turned around to find Michael pushed up against the wall, a smirk dancing on his lips. I frowned and faced the assailant and to my surprise, I sighed in relief that it was only Sora, anger written all over his face.

Michael turned to face me. "You don't have a guy, huh?"

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