So my school had  a boat dance...a lot of Spanish music but it was lit whatever :)

Chapter Twenty Four: "Stepping On People's Toes."

"HEY SYDNEY," A voice called out just as I stopped my pirouettes. I mentally groaned, wishing that I had booked this room for private time.

I put my hands on my waist, taking deep breaths as I looked over at Isaac through the reflection of the mirrors. "Yeah?"

"How's your solo going?" It was going to a hell a lot better before you entered the room.

"Uh, it's fine." I said out loud, kind of wishing that I had the courage to say what my mind was thinking. "How about your duet with Matilda?"

The small smile on Isaac's face twitched a little. "Um...it's fine. We finished it today and Mrs. Yousiff liked it."

"That's great."

"Yeah." Just when he said that the door to the room opened and in came in Jane, red and green paint on the smudged on the side of her face and a paintbrush in her hand.

"Jane?" Isaac asked.

"Hi...Isaac-right-hi. Long time no talk. Anyway, Sydney I need you for a second. Not a second, I'm kidding, let's just go. Yeah...let's go."

I was partially confused by what she meant for a second when she grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room. The small girl gave Isaac a half wave before shutting the door and dragging me down the busy hall. "W-Wait, where are we going?"

"Um...let's go to the major art room. That's upstairs. Lucas is there too."

I went along with what she was saying. I could've gone home by now anyway but I stayed overtime because I didn't want to go home. Not yet.

"So Sydney, how long have you known Lucas?"

My eyes flickered around the hallway. "It's October so since the second week since school started I guess. Almost two months."

"I see," she nodded before she stopped in the middle of an empty hallway, right before the doors that led to the staircase. "Can I just ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"You're not using Lucas, are you?"

I was taken aback. "What do you mean by using?"

"You know? He's the son of one of the richest people in the entire world. You're not using him for money? Or to get secret info on his father's company or something? Or for pity? I know Lucas doesn't have that many people he can call friends but he doesn't need someone who's just being his friend out of-"

"No, no, no, no, Jane. I'm definitely not using Lucas. I wouldn't and I never will." I defended. I was completely aware Lucas came from a wealthy family but sometimes with the way his family acted, I forgot that. Most of his family members didn't act like they had everything in the world.

Jane immediately stepped back, an apologetic look on her face. "I'm sorry. I just-Lucas is like a brother to me. I care about him and I'm making sure that no one is hurting him."

"I know." I understood why she was doing that.

"He keeps his circle small," Jane told me as she pushed through the doors and started walking up the stairs. "When he told me that he met some new girl...it was strange. He isn't the type to make a new friend that quickly. Or to even just give someone his phone number back."

"How long have you known him?" I already knew the answer but I wanted to know more from her.

"Since grade ten. It was weird moving from America. I mean some things were the same yet some things were different. Did you know they say that Canadians are way more polite then Americans? Based on my opinion...I'm going to have to agree because for the first time in my life two years ago I accidentally bumped into someone and they didn't give me a dirty look."

I let out a breathless laugh, her face looking like she still couldn't believe it when we reached the top of the stairs, going through another set of doors and passing other students. "But Lucas- holy when I first met that guy? He was so quiet. I literally thought he was mute but then Devin made him talk and we became friends. Then it turned out our families knew each other because of...I don't know rich people know rich people apparently, that's what my dad says and we became like this."

Jane put her middle finger over her index finger, giving me a bright smile. Lucas was right. She can talk but I wouldn't call her 'too much'. Not yet, we've only had one conversation.

By the time she had ended her last sentence she had pushed open a door and we entered a very large space. My eyes widened at the amount of art in the room.

I couldn't believe it.

The wallpaper of the room wasn't even wallpaper. They were splashes of paint on the wall, made to look like someone had just recently threw paint but on purpose. Majority of the students in the room were in a circle, seated on stools, painting on a easel. In the middle of the room, a girl sat down, earphones in her ears and looking down at her screen, typing away. I glanced over at some people drawing or painting her and majority of them were almost done and the teacher was looking at different easel's, commenting on how they could improve.

"Oh Lucas is over here."

Jane grabbed me by the crook of my arm over to a table in the corner of the far room where Devin and Lucas wee sitting and talking as Lucas was sketching on paper.

Lucas looked up and shot me a small smile before looking down at his drawing. "Wait...so you're going to go silent and not tell me who the hell is in front of us, you idiot?" Devin asked, fixing his sunglasses over his eyes.

Jane snorted beside me, grabbing the seat behind Lucas and Devin. "It's me and Sydney."

Devin exhaled. "Oh hey Jane, hey Sydney."

"Hey Devin." I said, taking the seat in front of Devin as Jane got to work behind them.

Devin shifted. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, what about you?"

"Life could be a lot better if Lucas could tell me who enters a room every now and then."

Lucas groaned. "Dev, I'm sorry okay?"

"Yeah okay." Devin muttered, tapping his fingers against his knee.

Lucas stopped what he was doing and looked over at me. "I'm surprised Jane didn't scare you off, Sydney."

"I'm not scary." Jane huffed behind him. "You want scary wait until you see my costume for the Halloween dance. Not during the day but the actual dance. I have it planned out and everything."

"You make it sound as if Lucas is actually going to the dance." Devin scoffed.

No one said anything which made Devin stopped his rhythmic tapping and tilt his head in the direction of Lucas. "Are you serious? You-You're actually going to a Halloween dance? No, you're actually going to a dance? You're lying right?"

Lucas shrugged. "It's our last year and there's a first for everything."

"Yeah who knows?" Jane added. "Maybe Lucas may actually have a good time."

"Yeah, stepping on people's toes that's for sure." Devin muttered.

"Maybe I'm only going to see Jane win best costume for the third year in a row." He told me.

"I send you a picture of me winning every single year. It's not that serious." Jane muttered, concentrating on whatever she was doing.

"But are you actually going?" Devin asked him.

"Yeah." Lucas said.

"Sydney," Devin said. "I have no idea what you're doing to this guy but keep it up."

I couldn't help but laugh when Lucas rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I have to get going. Are you guys going to stay here for a while?"

Jane nodded. "I know I am. Forget homework, I'm trying to finish this."

"You don't do your homework anyway. I'm actually be surprised if you graduate." Lucas muttered.

Jane reached over and pinched him on his arm to which he flinched and got up quickly. "I was kidding."

"Didn't sound like it." She smirked, continuing what she was doing.

"What about you Dev?" Lucas asked.

"I'm going to stay for a bit. I'll talk to you later man."

"Got it."

Lucas reached over and closed the sketchbook he was holding, hiking his backpack on his shoulders. He looked over at me. "You coming?"

"Uh-yeah-yeah." I managed to get out as he walked in front of me.

"Did your practice just finish?" He asked me.

"Yeah like an hour ago. I was finishing my solo."

"Oh yeah Regionals is coming up for you. November right?" He asked and I nodded. "Before or after the wedding?"

"Before."

"Where is it at?"

"Some city a couple hours from here."

Lucas nodded and I led him to Studio D to get my stuff where I had left it before Jane had come in. Isaac was sitting in the middle of the room on his phone, laying on his back.

The second the door closed, he moved his head in the direction of Lucas and I. "Hey you leaving?" He asked.

"Um, yeah I am." I told him, avoiding his eyes and walking to the corner of the room. I pulled on my sweatpants that were in my bag over my shorts and started to put my sweater over my tank top.

"You need a ride?" He asked me.

I was just about to answer that I would probably be taking the bus when Lucas spoke up. "I'm dropping her home."

I raised my eyes at that information because where I lived was in the opposite direction of where he lived. I think Isaac may have known that too because he stood up with a look of irritation on his face. "Dude, it's easier for me to drop her off, honestly."

"Dude," Lucas mocked, the word sounding strange coming out of his mouth. "It's okay. I'm taking her home without any trouble whatsoever."

Isaac put his hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, man." He muttered, as I put my backpack on my shoulders and put my ballet shoes in my duffle bag, slinging it over my shoulder.

Isaac turned his gaze towards me. "I'll see you tomorrow Sydney."

I gave him a nod. "Bye Isaac."

"Bye." That's when the guy gave me a wink and walked out the room, leaving me kind of bewildered.

I walked over to Lucas and stared at him. "What was that?"

"What was what?" He asked me, looking over at the room where Isaac had just left from.

"You and Isaac." I told him as we headed out.

"I don't like him," I looked up at him, for him to elaborate on his statement. Knowing that I knew he hated explaining himself, he huffed. "He has this ego that pisses me off. This aura that's annoying me and there's the fact that he bothers you too."

"He doesn't really bother me." I tried to assure him.

Lucas gave me a dry look. "How many times does he try something with you? Or tries to ask you out? Or tries to-"

"Okay I get it. He tries to make advances towards me but I don't like him or anything so it's not that serious to me."

Lucas stayed silent when we had reached the front of the school and we walked towards the parking lot. He held the door open to the expensive car to me and I sat down inside the passenger seat before he closed it.

When we were on our way, he had turned on the radio and I almost cringed at the music coming from the speakers. Lucas must've noticed my face because he started laughing. "What? You don't like this music?"

"I think we've established that you don't like my type of music and I don't like yours."

"Noted." He reached over and poked me on the side to which I squirmed and slapped his hand.

"I've told you to stop doing that." I said with a smile on my face, leaning my arm against the side of the car and propping my head on my hand.

I felt the car stop at a small intersection and Lucas poked me again and I squirmed once again, inching my body away from his as I turned my head to look out the window. "You're actually so annoying."

I looked over at him only for him to take his beanie off of his head and place it on his lap as he focused on the road. The only way I knew he had heard me was that stupid but charming smile on his face. He probably didn't even know that he had kind of smile. He was completely unaware that he had a certain effect on me.

I watched as he started to sing along to the song that was buzzing through the car, nodding his head along the beat and getting into it without knowing. I started to take a video of him singing when suddenly the car had stopped at a stop sign and Lucas covered the back of my iPod camera. "No paparazzi!" He yelled.

"Oh my God go, there's no one on the street." I said, stopping the video.

He looked around and started the car again and I huffed. "If I knew you were going to be this bad of a driver I would've just taken the bus."

Lucas gasped and it was then that I realized that he was getting comfortable with me almost on the same level as he was with Jane and Devin. "Don't question my driving skills or my singing skills."

He wasn't that bad of a singer. "Stick to art."

He pulled up to my apartment building, parking along the sidewalk, slowing down to a stop. "I plan to." The way he said that meant a double meaning.

"Wait...so you're planning on sticking to being an artist in the future?"

Lucas sighed, his glasses were falling off of the bridge of his nose. "The future is happening in months. A year from now we could be in two different places in the world. Doing things that we love. I love art. I'm going to keep doing it until all the creativity is sucked out of me."

He turned his head to look at me and flashed me a small smile. "You should go up. You're mum must be waiting for you."

I nodded and returned his smile. There was a brief moment and if this was a movie, there would be dramatic music or a moment of silence and I would be kissing him and I don't know, somehow my feelings for him would spill out.

But this wasn't a movie because I got out of the car, closing it behind me. Lucas waved me goodbye before turning the car around, honking and going down the street.

When I had gotten upstairs, my heart racing a little, I opened the door to the apartment and my mom stared at me. "Sydney did you take the bus here. I could've gotten you from school if you called."

I decided to be honest. "Um...it's okay, Lucas dropped me off."

My mom raised an eyebrow at me and I could tell she was trying to recall who Lucas was before recognition lit up on her face. "Wait one of the Cahill's?"

I nodded. "The one with glasses."

"Oh he's a nice boy."

That was it. It was good enough coming from my mom, I thought twenty minutes later entering my room.

But seriously, I kind of wished my life was like a movie. By now even with a small amount of time, Lucas and I could've possibly been together or something.

Yeah right.

I couldn't even admit my feelings to him, how on earth could I even think of being with him?