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Chapter Six: "She's The Pope."

I CLOSED MY BEDROOM door and walked down the hallway, hanging up the phone and putting it in my pocket. I almost ran over to the couch, jumping over it and landing safely on the cushion. I turned on the TV, glancing at my mom who was writing down on paper on the dining table. "Como 'ta la cosa?" I asked.

She looked up, pushing her thin glasses off of her face and sighing. "Fine just paperwork."

I nodded, muting Disney Channel's Jessie and walking over to sit in front of her. I gave her a smile even as she continued to write down on the papers. I could hear the clock ticking and I tapped my foot against the floor, hoping to get her attention.

Usually most people would give the puppy dog face but for me that never works. Nothing really works but it only took about two minutes before she dropped her pen and looked at me. "What do you want?"

I looked around the room innocently. "Who said I wanted anything?" even if I wanted anything small she would have said no. There is no getting through to this woman.

"Sydney." She warned and I sighed.

My hands reached into my other pocket where I played around with the card. "Okay so here's the big deal. You know how I made the elite team and everything?" She nodded and I continued. "Well at the auditions this kind of famous person came. She's a fashion designer, Elizabeth Cahill."

My mom's eyes lit up in recognition and I almost held in a breath. Maybe she'll say yes to this. "Really?"

"Yeah two of her sons attend the school. Anyway she wanted a dancer for her son's wedding and to give a few choice lessons to her other son Phillip for his recital in December. Clearly seeing as I am talking to you about it, I have been considered to be that choice dancer." I almost whispered that last part out, sliding the card over to her as smoothly as I can with a tight smile.

My mother stared at me for a second before her eyes narrowed to the card. She took it and studied it for a couple of seconds before looking over it at me. "I don't know..."

"But come on," I had already started to protest. "I mean apparently she's going to pay more per lesson than I could make at the store in a week and it's a good opportunity to see what I can teach. I've been dancing for almost fifteen years of my life I know what I am doing even with more to learn. Like I said it's a good opportunity." I repeated. It's not a good opportunity, you just want to see Lucas. I almost slapped myself.

My mom took a good look at my pleading face. Let's face it I honestly didn't want to work at a pizza store again. She sighed. "I'll call the number and tell you what I'll say after."

My eyes widened and I smiled so wide I was sure my mouth was stretching. "Thank you."

I got off the chair and jumped onto the couch with a huge smile on my face as my mom brought out her phone typing into it. She took the phone to her ear and started talking but I muted her out as I focused on what Ravi was saying on the show.

I turned my body around so my feet were hung over the back of the couch and everything was upside, the blood draining to my head as I texted Michelle. 

After a couple of moments my mom had dropped the phone and stood over me. I turned myself around to face her, quickly putting my phone in my pocket. "So...?"

She sighed. "We will be going to the Cahill house on Thursday since that is when you're practice is the shortest."

I let out a breath and nodded. "Okay."

She walked back to the table, putting her glasses back on as I looked at the TV screen.

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"Sydney." Mary Anne and Eduardo walked towards me, Eduardo fixing the uniform tie with one hand and his other hand holding Mary Anne's. They were one of those couples that never seemed to have any fights, to always get along.

I gave them smiles, grabbing my English binder for first period. "Hey."

"How was the weekend?" he asked me, running his fingers through his shaggy hair.

"Pretty boring." I admitted, spotting Octavia who had walked up to us. I literally spent the weekend fixing my room and talking to my friends from back home. I barely left the house but then again it wasn't like I did much of that before anyway.

"I hate my life." She said drearily.

"Um...why?" Mary Anne asked.

"Jack is back." Sarah answered, saying as she walked up to us texting on her phone like usual.

"Ooh." Mary Anne and Eduardo said in unison.

"He's back in town and my phone keeps blowing up because he can't take no for an answer. Honestly, what the hell did I see in that guy?"

"I don't know what you saw but he saw me." Another voice said and I twisted my head around to look at the Lydia girl or better yet known as She who shall not be named. She the same uniform as us obviously, her hair blown out making me envy it because my hair would never naturally be like that. She wore a hat on her head that she took off and even though it was a really weird and exotic hat she made it work.

I could see Octavia flinch and tense, turning to look at Lydia with anger and a smug smile. "Well if he saw you how come he wants me back?"

Lydia didn't answer that except she rolled her green eyes, hitching up the designer bag on her shoulder. "You can take him back but he'll cheat on you again."

Octavia looked down at the ground before glancing back up at her old friend. "No, I'm not taking him back just like I'm never going to take you back as my best friend."

Lydia scoffed, walking past us. "I wasn't begging for your friendship anyway."

"Damn." I mumbled lowly under my breath while closing my colorful locker as all of us still watched Lydia walk down the hall with that sort of air around her. We look at her walk up to a group of boys, pulling a certain Joey Cahill out of the group and kissing him in front of everyone.

"So they're back together." Sarah muttered not even looking surprised.

"Like usual." Mary Anne added in.

Octavia huffed. "She's such a bitch. Why the hell is she wearing that stupid hat indoors? It's like a roof on her head. Does she think she's the fucking Pope or something?" 

"Where's Kim?" Mary Anne asked.

"Possibly fighting with Zen," Eduardo said dryly. "They've been fighting all weekend when I told her what happened on Friday."

They started talking more about it when someone caught my eye. I looked over Octavia's shoulder to see Lucas walking down the hall with the guy he sat beside in our third period class. That guy was always wearing sunglasses indoors and he walked with...some type of walking stick. When they both walked by me, Lucas turned his head and locked eyes with me, not listening to what his friend was telling him. I caught the glint of a sliver ring on his middle finger off of the hallway lighting.

He wore a red beanie today, his glasses over his eyes and a pencil was on his ear. He held onto a sketchbook and he twisted his mouth to the side as he nodded at what his friend said. My lips twitched in a weird smile and he gave me a wave before continuing to walk down the hall with the guy.

"Sydney?" Octavia pinched my side and I flinched.

"Ow!" I said.

"You weren't listening," She said with a laugh. "You zoned out. I asked where you're from. Not Toronto but your background."

"Oh, well my mom is half Dominican and half South African but she was raised in Dominican so we speak Spanish and my dad is Filipino." I told them.

Mary Anne's hand lifted up with a grin. "Pinoy represent."

I laughed and slapped her hand. "You speak Spanish?" Eduardo asked me.

"I've been taught Spanish way before I could speak English." I mention and Eduardo gives me another high five.

Sarah's phone beeped in her pocket and she took it out. After a couple of seconds her eyebrows raised and she looked up at me. "Sydney."

"Uh yeah?"

"Did Isaac Crow ask you out on a date and you said no?" She questioned. What the heck I didn't tell anyone that except for Michelle.

I could hear a song play through the PA, letting everyone know that they should start heading to class. The nervousness in my stomach fluttered as I grabbed Mary Anne's arm and started pulling her in the direction of Mr. Stiles classroom. "I'll talk to you guys later."

Mary Anne stopped me right outside the classroom with an absurd expression. "Sarah was joking right?"

My eyes flickered everywhere. "Um, no not really."

"When?"

"Like after auditions." I mumbled and Mary Anne all but screamed and her eyes bugged out of her head like a cartoon character.

"And you didn't tell me? It was on Thursday and today is Monday. Four days girl, four fricking days but anyway...How did he ask?" She grabbed my hands eager to know information.

I shrugged. "He was like 'I was wondering if you wanted to maybe do something like a movie or a date."

Mary's eyes widened and I groaned, walking into class where our classmates were already sitting down. "And you said no?"

"I didn't say no," I admitted as we sat down. "I said maybe."

"Maybe?When this guy asks a girl out it's a yes. This is Isaac Crow we're talking about and you might as well had said no to the guy when you said maybe."

"I had to say maybe. He looked hopeful and I didn't want to flat out say no I'm sorry I'm not allowed to go on dates or literally can't hang out with people after school or on weekends because my mother probably has some kind of vision of me getting into accidents or kidnapped and- I just couldn't say no."

"You like him." Mary Anne said as if it was the answer to everything. 

"I don't like him." I tried to tell her and she gave me a look.

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Could you possibly like him if you knew him better?"

"Possibly."

"Like on a date?"

"Yes."

Mary Anne grinned. "Is there a way you could sneak out and go on a date with him?"

"I'm not going behind my mom's back." I told her and she gaped with realization.

"Oh I get it, you can't be a rebel. You can't be that girl in the dumb movies who sneak out of their bedroom window or tell their parents that they're sleeping over at a friend's house when in reality they're out at a party getting past second base with their boyfriends."

I scoffed, flipping out my binder and grabbing a pencil. "First, even if I wanted to I can't sneak out of a window unless I want to die because I live in an apartment. Second, I was never allowed to go to sleepovers unless it was just at my cousin's house. Third, I've never been to a party or even got past the first base of a relationship. Actually I've never had a chance to play the game."

Mary Anne tilted her head at me. "You've never been kissed?"

I shook my head and I was fine with it. Wesley made it sound as if it should be huge deal and that I should be embarrassed when that's how his personality really is. "Nope."

She shrugged, biting the inside of her cheek and I was happy that she didn't make it a big deal. "Okay that's fine. You know what you should do? Make a bucket list of what you should accomplish before you finish high school. Number one on that list is first kiss."

I gave her a look of disbelief. "Mary this isn't some type of movie. I'm not making a bucket list. I'm not. It'll happen when it happens. Most likely when I'm in New York next year. Besides, have you actually snuck out of a window to meet up with Eduardo?"

"No my parents love the guy I don't have to sneak out anywhere when I'm with him but seeing as you're grown up with such strict parents. Do you actually like someone?"

Did I? I honestly didn't know. I shook my head. "No."

"I just realized something."

"What?"

She smirked and paid attention to Mr. Stiles as he entered the room, the conversation over with one more sentence."Overprotective parents raise the best liars."

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"One, two, three, four, Ravi watch your footing, six, seven, eight. You guys are doing well. Take five." Daisy, our choreographer said, clapping her hands.

I took deep breaths, walking over to my bag and taking a sip from my water bottle as Eduardo sat down in front of me joined by a member of our team Ravi. Ravi was half Indian half Guyanese with the longest eyelashes I have ever seen that made him more known as beautiful rather than handsome. "I still can't believe I get to lift Madison McHenry." He said, watching as she talked to another girl on our team Hailey.

"You just want to look up her clothes." Eduardo smacked him upside the head, trying a swig out of his water bottle.

Ravi winced but nodded. "Yeah kind of."

"We're still performing for the showcase next week right?" Eduardo asked.

I nodded. "Are we still doing that trio?"

"Mrs. Yousiff said it's okay so we're in, practice tomorrow?" Ravi asked and Eduardo and I nodded as the boys got up and walked over to talk to our choreographer.

I sighed, putting my water bottle back when another person sat down next to me. Isaac cleared his throat and wrapped an arm around his knees, almost hugging them to his chest. He blew a loose strand of his hair out of his eyes before grinning at me. "Hey."

"Uh, hi." I didn't know if I should feel awkward or not. Maybe because apparently I kind of rejected him according to Mary Anne but I didn't know. Maybe I should feel awkward because of the way Matilda was looking over at the two of us while she was talking to Andrea, an student in grade eleven who had come from Italy the year before.

"You're getting the hang of things around here?" He asked me and I nodded, tapping my fingers against the ground.

"Yeah."

"I wanted to ask you something."

"What?" I quietly asked, not looking up at him even though I could see out of the corner of my eye that he ran his fingers through his shaggy whitish blonde hair. I really hoped it had nothing to do with the whole going on a date thing. I couldn't even look the guy in the eye.

I remember at my old school the only guy I would talk to that I had full confidence in was Wesley and two others, one from my old dance studio and another that was kind of part of our group. I was too awkward in general. I stuttered around people I wasn't sure if I could be comfortable with.

I could warm up to Isaac but at the moment I hadn't. Mary Anne, Eduardo, Zen, Kim, Octavia, Sarah and heck even that Ravi kid who I literally met an hour ago all reminded me of home. They had pieces of my old friends in them and I felt comfortable. 

"Do you want to do a duet? For the showcase?" He suddenly asked and my head quickly turned to face him. I finally looked at him, looked at his brown eyes almost hazel eyes.

"A duet?" This was a conversation I could easily engage with someone about and suddenly any awkwardness was gone because we were talking about dance. Maybe it was only awkward with Isaac at the moment because I had been caught up with what had happened on Wednesday. That moment had disappeared from my mind.

"Yeah but only if you want to."

I nodded quickly. "I would love to do a duet."

Isaac grinned, standing up and he held a hand up. "Great."

I took his hand without any hesitation and he pulled me up. For a second we stood there and I looked down at his hand in mine before I carefully pulled my own hand away with a polite smile. It didn't feel weird holding hands for a second. I had mixed emotions about it as we got back into positions for our first ever dance as a group.

I started on the corner of the room with one of the girls in our group, hands on my hips to get into formation. I caught Matilda's eyes as she stood in the other corner of the room, giving me a look before the music started playing.

What did I do this time?