Dance Academy discussion

...wooden floors and mirrors

Kari walked in and smiled at an older girl with blonde hair whom he clearly knew, dropping his bag on a bench as an elderly woman walked in.

The woman clasped her hands together. "Today we will be working on Salsa!" she smiled, her eyes wrinkling behind her low perched glasses. She looked towards the back of the group. "Kari, Jocelynn? Why don't you be an example?" They stepped forward, laughing as she pushed the stereo on and pressed them together. They began to dance expertly in synch as a few others joined.

Kari watched her as her turned, his smile fading. He let Jocelynn go, walking slowly and easily up to her. He reached his hands out towards her expectantly, smiling.

He smiled down at her, walking to the floor and pulling her closer. "It's okay. I just so happen to have two right ones," he laughed, slowly leading her to simply dance with the beat.

He looked down at her, his smile flashing wide for a moment. "You ready?" he asked, his hot breath hitting her face as he swayed with her.

He halted, straightening as the music began to end, and dipped her, his hand supporting her easily from her waist with ease as he smiled, lifting her back as it stopped, stepping back.

He stepped back, rubbing his neck and smiling as if nothing had happened as he ran over to the water cooler. "Hey Josie! Sorry for ditching you" he called out to the blonde girl, laughing.

He glanced over his shoulder at her before jogging over, taking a long gulp from his water bottle. "Hey, so..you want to get together tonight?" he asked quickly, looking over his shoulder at the girl again.

He turned back, his hair a little messed up, looking like a carefree puppy more than a seventeen year old. His smile was white and broad. "Huh? Oh! Naw. I wanna start as soon as possible! I love staying up late and getting up early anyways," he beamed.

He nodded adamantly. "I'll sleep before," he rubbed his neck again, looking down at his coat, his expression sobering before he looked back up, as if remembering she was there. "I'll see you later, 'kay? Oh!" he pulled out a marker, scribbling a number across her arm with his left hand in messy handwriting. "Gimme a call when you get back." With that, he turned on his heel and left.

Kat dropped her back on the floor waiting for class to start.

Christian walked in, setting his bag down and looking around the room at the faces.

Bianca walked in, only seeing two students talking and James standing by himself. She gathered her blonde curls into a ponytail, taking off her sea foam green, polar fleece jacket. She set her bright pink bag on the oak bench, and bent in half to search for her towel and water bottle.

She stood back up and took a long gulp of water, looking over and realizing his eyes on her, she pulled her shirt up, her eyes fearful on him like a doe's on a wolf.

She stood, somehow enchanted by the predator, which baffled her. She bit her lip, walking past him and refilling her water bottle, feeling her stomach grow warm with butterflies, as he was standing less then a foot away. Her perfume floated in a cloud about her, and her long ponytail hung over her shoulder, threatening to dip into the fountain and get wet.

She jumped, his low voice running down her spine and making her shiver, though she hadn't hit him when he touched her. She sighed a shaky breath, turning and watching him with her icy blue gaze, half wanting to follow him.

Missouri, thinking that this classroom would miraculously be void of other students, strode in. Much to her disappointment, she arrived upon the conclusion that her luck was failing her at this point in her life. Seeing the students already in the room, she began to turn away to leave. Best not to get acquainted with all the students too soon, or she wouldn't be able to just let the rumor slide over her with the usual ease that they did.

Bianca screwed the top back on her water bottle, finding courage hiding itself deep inside her. She knew that she didn't talk, and that could be considered a mystery. She walked directly at him, her long legs moving carefully like a doe's, her eyes sparkling before she turned to her bag, giving a slight expression that answered, "Wrap you around my finger,"

Missouri cringed at the sound of the flirting, greatly annoyed by the little scene as she walked. It was like one of those sappy romance flicks, where they start with "playful flirting" and then have some sort of tragic disagreement that leads to sad music and rain. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, lips pursed. Maybe sticking around would serve well in ruining the moment.

Bianca turned to face the girl, dissaproval clearly written on her face as she eyed her warily before turning to the teacher.

Missouri turned as the teacher spoke, not quite willing to be the good student. She stood off to the side, keeping her bag over her shoulder. The tips of her fingers itched for the lighter inside, a privilege she had to sneak into the school in order for her to get her smoke on. "No," she retorted to the teacher, "I don't know where thy're hands have been."

Bianca held onto her arm, biting deep into her pink lip nervously, causing it to turn red as people rushed around her to partner up, pretending as if she wasn't there. One boy hurried to a giggling girl, and knocked her in the shoulder, sending her stumbling back, her eyes wide.

Missouri watched as the girl fell, wincing lightly. Glancing around, she strode over to the girl and extended her hand with an expectant expression. "You gonna get up, or should we call an ambulance," she questioned after a moment of standing there.

Bianca let slip a small, nearly silent laugh, looking up at James and nodded her agreement.

"No, it's not cooties I'm concerned about," Missouri replied, standing upright and giving up on helping the girl, "More so on catching "Stupid" and "Bad Flirting" from you all." She shrugged, running a hand through the blonde tendrils she'd allowed to grow out on the right side of her head.

Bianca stayed true to herself and her politeness and did not shoot a comeback at the girl, yet couldn't help but snort in laughter at her statement.

Missouri's brows rose at the sound of the girl snorting. "Something to say," she inquired, stepping a little closer than she'd been originally. The hand on her hair dropped down to her waist, to which point she was leaning back to give the girl a closer inspection.

Bianca shook her head, her brows high. If this druggie was trying to intimidate her, it wasn't going to work. She stepped back against James, her expression innocent.

"I thought so," Missouri drawled after a moment, New Orleanian tang heavy in her words. Her lips shifted into a smirk, and her attention over to the boy. "It was really quite atrocious," she stated, shaking her head, "Ought to be ashamed of yourself." At this point, she was joking just as much as he was, but she looked quite serious.

Bianca watched the banter silently, a smirk falling on her pink lips and one eyebrow arched in mild interest as she crossed her this, muscular legs, rocking back and forth.

Missouri shrugged, lips pursed. "Yeah, that apology might have to be spread to everyone in the room," she said, gesturing widely with her hands. A quick glance to someone else moving gave her a clear view of the girl looking quite cocky. Knocking her down a few pegs would be entertaining for Missouri. Being an athlete, and ,unbeknownst to a whole level of officials, a murderer, she would most definitely be able to take this girl down.

Missouri chuckled, a soft sound that differentiated from her usual tone of voice. "Hmm, that may not be true," she mused as she spotted the teacher walking over. She cocked her head to the side, waiting for the scolding with a placid expression.

Bianca walked next to James, linking arms with him so the teacher would know they were paired up, watching her slow approach, her eyes darting to the punk of a girl with an ego to match her risk for lung cancer, by the smell of her breath.

"Nothing," Missouri replied, which is actually the truth, "Just inquiring on which ballroom dance would be the most amusing to preform solo." She shrugged again, brows raised with anticipation.

"Not I," Missouri replied, lips pressed together once more, "You had someone beforehand, so she would go first, right?" She crossed her arms over her chest and stepped back, indicating for them to go ahead.

((Gtg G'night everyone ^-^))

She put one hand on his shoulder and one against his hand, pulling herself against him and following his lead once the music began.

She kept her eyes ahead of her, feeling her cheeks burn. She had never danced with such an attractive partner before. Her eyes darted up to his warily as her eyes once again showed encroaching fear, like a trapped doe's.

She relaxed and, as the song drew on, slowly closed the space between them once again, her breathing slow and careful as her every move was smooth and flawless, perfectly in time, an ease of movement, as if she were floating. The space between them closed as they fell in synch, and she turned her careful eyes up to him.

((Hey have you invited all your friends??? :) ))

She nodded her answer, looking up to him and smiling to reassure him with a small grin. She flipped her ponytail back over her shoulder, standing tall but still having to look up, her pink, soft lips parted slightly as if ready to say something if it came to her.

((kkay!))
His whisper sent shivers down her spine, and she shut her mouth quickly, knowing he had felt it as she smiled smally. She accidentally fell out of time when she met his eyes, and had to re-step to catch back up.

She looked up, opening her mouth as if to speak, pausing a moment before shutting it quickly and shaking her head adamantly, smiling.

She swallowed, acknowledging that she was likely the exact type he preyed on. She shrugged then, her smile falling. "Oh well," she whispered, her voice hoarse and rough like gravel.

She swallowed, a little smoothness coming into her voice this time, like water trickling through rocks. "Sorry. I guess it's out of use," she smiled halfway, looking over her shoulder towards the door before turning her attention back to him.

She let out a small laugh, glancing across the room at the other girl, gesturing towards her in an unspoken question.

She picked up her water bottle, drinking form it, but staying silent as she watched him, never thinking of something to say as she studied him with observant eyes.

She smiled in a suppressed laugh, deep dimples embedding themselves in her face. "Sorry. I just..sorry," she said, her smile falling as she couldn't think of what to say, putting her bottle back in her bag, feeling a little deflated once more.

She paused, looking at him as she zipped her bag, shoving strings of her running shoes inside before zipping it all the way, her hair hanging over her shoulder. "Alright," she said, cautiously easing into this, not wanting to make a connection.

She stood in front of him, her head tilted to the side. She stood silently for a while before finally opening her mouth. "You okay?" she asked, her voice timid and quiet, the sounds of the downpour audible even over the music.