121To Get To You
Chapter 2
I arrived in time. Twenty minutes exactly. I had never driven in a motorcycle that fast. Trent chuckled at my love for all dangerous things, including running countless of red lights. Good thing no cops saw us. Of course, I promised I would make it up to Trent. But I wasn't going to sleep with him. Yep, I'm a tease like that. Come on, everyone knows how I managed to be a virgin up to now. I did promise him however that I would be going out with him.
"What the hell was that?!" I asked Rina while sighing in frustration.
See, I'm normally a happy and cheery person. Thing is, when it comes to dancing, and you suck, I'm a bully. Everybody knows that. So, sorry Rina.
I circle around her like a hawk and kick her legs wide open when she doesn't squat down low enough for me. I hear her grunt and I just sigh.
" You're body's too lax! Tighten it up then go down swift and fast. Get it? And when I say go down swift, I damn mean it when I say swift!"
She tries. And fails…
"Honey, I know your body makes them boys go loco but if you don't know how to move it properly, they aren't going to be thinking like that anymore when they see you dancing like that." I say frustrated.
Rina has tears in her eyes but continues to dance anyway. I admire people with this much dedication, so I go soft on her… See? I could be nice too.
I make her step aside. " Watch what I do okay?" I tell her softly.
She nods her head and looks determined while she wipes her tears away. Atta' girl.
I look back and tap the top of my head while looking at Rick. It means that we would take it from the top. He replayed the song again as I hear Pussycat Dolls' Bottlepop blasting from the speakers. Snoop Dog's voice came then.
Tip top
Drip drop
Bottles pop
Lips lock
Hips rock
Don't stop
I watch myself as I danced in front of the floor to ceiling length mirrors you have in dance studios. My light auburn hair was down so it swished and swayed together with my hips as I dance with short and abrupt movements. I wrap my arms around myself before I go down swiftly then bounce back up with my right hip rocking to the side.
Every girl dreams of putting herself in pearls
Wanna be the fast driver of a shiny car
But the good girls suddenly the bad girls
Just because they wanna be a movie star
I spread my arms out wide then closed my legs together quickly while I made a move looking like I was grabbing for something then allowed my body to follow the movement so it looked like I was grabbing onto something that pulled my body along with it. I squat down and moved my hips in a circular motion as I let my hands drift from my hips to my long auburn locks, looking as if I was enticing someone.
When my bottle pop
When my bottle pop
When my bottle pop
When my bottle pop
(Shake Me)
When my bottle pop
When my bottle pop
When my bottle pop
When my bottle pop
(Shake Me)
I stand back up then and kick my right leg in front of me then made a twisting motion with my foot then made my body dip down backwards incrementally until my back almost touched the floor.
I stop dancing then, and noticed all the dancers were watching me. I looked back at Rina and she was smiling at me. "When you hear 'shake me', stop dipping your body and move your hips and shimmy with your chest, as if you were offering it up, yeah?" I explained. She nodded, excited to try the routine once she saw how it looked like when I performed it. "It has to be fast and you have to be on the beat." I clapped my hands then in a counting manner. "Beat by beat exactly. Not late, not early but exact, precise. Got that?"
She nodded eagerly. I nodded to her to execute it first without the song. She was a bit behind. I signaled Rick to repeat the song. I stepped beside her and watched as we both performed the steps.
She was following me but not exactly keeping up with me. " Rina… keep your thighs strong and steady when you squat." I say while we perform the movement. I stopped dancing and placed my hand on her thighs, spreading it more apart and keeping it square and steady. She looked like she was losing her balance so I supported her.
"You must keep your weight on your legs, see?"
"From the top." I say while I dance together with her.
This time she got it and I couldn't help but let my body slump a little at my relief of not having to repeat it again for her. Everybody had gotten it quite fast and Rina had been the only one holding us back.
"Now, the hard part." I say. They all groan at me and I just smile evilly.
We were all called 'The Rewinders' for a reason after all. After every dance, the songs would eventually end, right? With us, it doesn't end quite yet. The song gets rewinded and so does the way we dance. Yep, every damn step in reverse, at the same fast pace.
Even the tumbles and the neat tricks with the flipping and gymnastics are also done in reverse, so imagine how hard we practice.
Once the song ends, you will find us all at our original positions that is, positioned before we started to dance, so there's a lot of dance formation and a lot of cussing involved when we practice because when it comes to the actual performance, we never mess up. Never. Messing up is never an option.
You're probably wondering why Rick is the only guy here. Well, it's like this. Donnie handles the guys, while I, handle the girls. When we're all done, we meet up and put all the steps together like one big happy family and bring the house down! Hehe. Sorry, talking about dancing always manages to get me all fired me up.
So, here are all the girls groaning at me but who are they kidding? No matter how much they threaten me and cuss me, they love me. I love them. We all know that.
When practice was over with the girls, I decided to check up on the guys. I walked over to the next dance studio and wasn't surprised to find the other guys goofing around since they probably finished practice as well.
Jason Derulo's Ridin' Solo was playing and I could see one fine looking guy dancing to it, dare I say, solo? He was wearing a white tank top with some baggy pants. Yeah, see.. I just don't get that, you're business and bits exposed for all the world to see. Thing is, you never quite associate the word 'bits' to Donnie Myers. He's smart so his brain aint made out of bits, he's kind so his heart aint made out of bits. And damn… if you look at him, well he certainly isn't made out of bits at all and I doubt it if his package was- WOAH. Can you hear the tires screeching?! Ugh, I did not just think about the size of Donnie's-
"Practice finished early?" Ray asked me.
I sighed inwardly. I was about to think about Donnie's- Okay.. I really.. I've got to stop this.
"Uhuh, your leader ride you hard?" I asked while watching Donnie dance. He really was amazing and he just reminds me of Channing Tatum, with his muscular build but not overly so and his dirty blonde hair cropped short, tanned and ripped physique and puts Jason Derulo's moves to shame.
I could hear Ray mentally stabbing Donnie with sharp silver knives repeatedly while chuckling evilly. I eye him and sure enough he has an evil smirk on his face.
I punch his arm and he just laughs at me. "Can you read me that easily, Danie?" He asks me grinning.
I roll my eyes. "Puh-lease, it's how the girls look at me when they think I'm not looking at them during practice, like they want to kick my ass, skin me alive , spit on me then verbally assault me, just to rub it in my face and dampen down my spirits effectively." Ray just laughs really hard at that.
Ray's one of those friendly people whom you will meet in life. And you would just have to be thankful to God that people like him still exist. He just hates Donnie's badgering when it came to practices. He's also in the basketball team so can you imagine him wearing himself out like that? With Donnie on his back and the whole school counting on him for jump shots? I don't even know how he does it. He smiles his pearly whites at me, a great contrast to his dark skin and bumps me with his hips.
"If I get to see you sway your hips all day from the back then I would gladly subject to you anytime, anywhere."
I shoved him lightly. "Haha."
"Really! I mean can you imagine me watching Donnie's hips sway instead of yours! Gah!" He looked mortified and I just had to soothe him by cooing at him.
"Don't worry. Donnie and I will be merging the steps tomorrow so I'm there to comfort you to Donnie's hideous hip swaying."
We snickered and I said goodbye to the rest of the guys. We were twelve in number, Donnie and I included. On my half, I have five girls. Donnie has five guys. When you join us.. Well.. Add you idiot. We're twelve in number. Together, we're one happy, neurotic, OCD family who freaks out when somebody messes up one step. Yep, feel the love.
Oblivious to his surroundings, Donnie continues to dance by himself, so, being me, I decide to piss him off by throwing him off his game. I moon walk over to him and take his side as I copy his dance movements. He smirks but continues. I match him step per step.
He steps back and I do as well while managing to make it feminine. It makes me look I am light on my feet effortlessly. I held my hand out just as he does and wind it up and jump then do a slide and jerk my head to my right then left. I moon walk around him while wiggling my brows challengingly. He just grins and we just continue our showdown.
He grabs his tank top and lifts it, revealing his six pack, like in those street dance movies you watch after pulling off a neat stunt. I smirked and slid on the floor on my knees between his legs, he manages to jump over me before I knock him down on the floor. I just grinned when he glared back at me. He helped me up to my feet and soon we were nose to nose rubbing each other off while dancing in each other's way. I shove him abruptly and pirouette for about a few times then finished him off with a brush my shoulder off move.
The music finally stops and we were both panting, facing each other.
"I don't even know why you do that. You know it ruins your sneakers and hurts your feet when you do that ballet shit."
I smile back and tie my long auburn hair up. " I do it because I know it's the only thing you can't do, making me win automatically by default. Unfair, I know."
Donnie smirks and I grab a towel hanging over those ballet railings you hold on to when ballerinas practice. I use it to wipe my face and don't really care if its Donnie's.
The minute I smelled the familiar musky scent that I find myself completely addicted….nah not addicted that was a strong word and a creepy thing, to be addicted to a guy's smell so I guess you could say I just find myself liking Donnie's scent, his what shall we say… cologne? Cos' they don't like it when I say guys wear perfume… says its for women only. Duh. I seriously don't get the difference. Men.. Anyway, I subtly inhaled Donnie's towel while wiping my face and neck with it.
"You like my smell that much? Want my smell to be all over your body cos' you missed the part where your breasts are wet with sweat.." He pointed out oh so conveniently.
I turned red with embarrassment. I had admitted to him before that he had the most nice smelling sweat a guy could have. Seriously, he's like the only guy who sweats attractively. Now, that's a feat. I mean, who sweats attractively?
"You do." He pointed out with a smile.
"I am such a dork." I said when I realized I had asked that question out loud. He chuckles at me and grabs the towel from my hands and wipes his face with it.
"Hmm… you my friend, sweat like the smell of honey." He said while winking at me.
"It's my lotion." I answered back a matter of fact.
He just shakes his head and takes one more whiff off his towel, much to my chagrin before he wipes his face again. " So… Trent Rock.. Never knew you were into goth/ rocker dudes."
I look at myself at the mirror then. My auburn hair up in a messy ponytail, my body sweaty. I was only wearing a black training bra with some black short shorts and some sneakers.
My dad would kill me if he finds me wearing something like this so that's why I always bring a hoodie and some track pants in my bag. I didn't dress like this to be slutty.
I am far from that and everybody teases me as the 'not so innocent virgin'. huh.. Oh well. Maybe it's because I know a lot about sex without actually doing it. I give all the credit to my sister Olivia who had successfully managed to devirginize my ears at the tender age of thirteen when she had been fourteen. Did you know who her first time was? Brett. That's who. Insert cringing here.
"I never really thought Trent was attractive until today…" I said thinking out loud.
"Really?" I hear Donnie say behind me with a smirk.
"Okay, so every girl knows he's handsome. Honestly, there's something about the bad boy aura.. Like Eve with the forbidden fruit, ya know? I mean.. who wouldn't want a bite out of that fine piece of-" I broke off when Donnie's brows shot up almost way up to his hairline.
I laugh uneasily. He continues to give me an incredulous look, daring me to go on but I sigh defeated and say, " Everybody knows I'm a frustrated virgin, okay? I mean.. I have hormones too just like any other horny teenager out there that's running amok inside of me and I'm not doing anything about it. It's just so damn frustrating." I whisper shouted, if that was even possible.
I mean, I guessed if some school personnel heard about my sexual frustrations or lack thereof then that wouldn't be a good idea now, would it?
I looked at Donnie and he just looks completely constipated when stifling his laughter. Now, I would find that funny if it weren't on my expense.
"You can laugh instead of looking constipated, Myers. Kinda disturbing knowing how you look when you're seating at the golden throne dumping your load."
Donnie glared. " This is where a boyfriend comes in handy, Burns. Look at me and Marissa! We're perfectly happy!"
Uhuh. Yeah, thing is, Marissa is like the ultimate girlfriend material out there. The type who bakes cookies and follows Donnie all around school and basically heels to his commands. Now, I don't think that's love right there….. More like submissive fool..
"Riiiiight.." I drawl out. Don't get me wrong, I love Donnie. He's like the brother I never had, the hot brother I never had. Yum. Still, right? I just don't think Donnie and I click that way. I mean, hello? I'm talking to the guy about my no sex life and all. I wouldn't be doing that to a guy I would consider dating. Right? Urgh….
"Danie!" I recognize that high pitch squeal anywhere. I school my face with a bright smile and face my dear sister.
"Via!" I shouted back while wiggling my fingers in the air mockingly.
She pouted at me. Yep, one knows when a Burns mocks another Burns.
She had Reagan and Dylan in tow but the rest of the gang was nowhere to be seen. I arched a brow at this and Olivia just shrugged at me. " I think they're having an orgy or something somewhere."
I turn an attractive shade of red all over because well.. That's probably what the twins and Brett are doing anyways.. I hear somebody snickering behind me and I glare at Donnie. He always tells me that despite me being horny almost all the time that I am still a prude. Contradicting, right? That's Donnie for you. I huff and hug him good bye.
"Say hi to Mari, for me." I say with a smile.
He hugs me back and pecks my cheek. "Bye, Danie. And remember what I told you." He says with a serious look but you could tell that he's amused by the way his green eyes sparkle with mirth.
He's almost like Lizzie, always nagging me about how I should get a boyfriend already. Only difference is that Lizzie wants Archer to be that guy. As much as I like Archer, well… he's my best friend and he's just too much of a smooth talker for me. You may not know this but I have self esteem issues. Being sisters with Olivia Burns will do that to you. You may be a friggin' Victoria Secret model for all she cares and she will still manage to put you down as much as possible. Yeah, the story of my life…
"Danie, stop flirting with that thing and let's get a move on!" Olivia squealed while tapping her three inch spiked heels. I sigh and Donnie gives me a smirk. He slaps my butt signaling me to go on ahead before risking the wrath of the she- demon.
"Wait for me here, I'll just get my duffel bag." I tell my sister as I pass by her.
" I don't even know why Dad doesn't just give you a car of your own. You're his favorite after all." Olivia says snidely.
I ignore this but seriously I hear this song every single damn day. It's not my fault I'm a daddy's girl. Olivia's not close to our parents like I am. I just don't know why she resents me for it when she doesn't even try to be close to them. I sigh and went to the girl's locker room when I see Rina there. It's already six pm so I'm surprised she's still there.
I go and get my duffel bag while I see Rina there practicing our dance moves. I smile at this and call for her attention. " Do it five more times and I'm sure you'll be perfect." I reassure her.
She looks startled but smiles at me sweetly. Her raven locks bouncing up as she makes her way to me. She bites her lip, unsure. She's the shy type, you know?
"I just.. want to thank you so much, Danie… I dunno what to do without you so I'm just so… I-"
I held up a hand for her and come over to hug her. She stiffens at my hug at first but then relaxes. I pull back and was about to praise her for being so dedicated and all when- WAIT. What the hell?!
She blushes a shade brighter than my hair and runs away from me. I stood there with my duffel bag on the ground, my mouth gaping and my eyebrows shooting upwards to the heavens. I'm motionless for about a minute when I realize that Olivia's voice was screaming for bloody murder if I don't get out there as soon as possible. I robotically get my bag and make my way outside to find Olivia, Reagan and Dylan waiting for me.
"What the hell?! We've been waiting here for about-" Olivia broke off when she noticed my shell-shocked expression. She narrowed her eyes at me. I feel my cheeks burning insanely red and my heart beating mad. I feel somewhat disgusted, awkward and confused.
"What the hell's wrong with you, now? Oh, my gosh! Are you going to faint on me! Don't do this to me, Danie. Dad will kill me! He'll tell me that I'm not looking out for you and-"
I touched my lips and could remember the feeling of- I shudder and Dylan makes a move as if to catch me when Reagan takes my bag from me. Olivia runs forward and grabs my shoulders, shaking me. "Hey earth to Danie?" She turns to look at Reagan.
"Get your car, ready." He nods and walks off quickly.
I just can't believe it. The only thing that was going through my mind was that. " She kissed me." I said aloud.
"What? Who?" Olivia asked humored.
I glare at her and could feel my face heating up in total embarrassment. A light goes off her head and suddenly she smiles at me evilly. With wide eyes, she screams at the top of her lungs, she proclaims. "YOU'RE A DYKE!"
WAIT? WHAT?
"I'M NOT!" I shout back angrily. Leave it to my sister to make me look like a dyke so she can get all the boys in school. In her mind, it's one less girl to worry about.
"Prove it! You've never dated. You never told me who you like or if you even had a crush at all. And you are as red as a tomato because a girl kissed you! And you're still a virgin." She drawled out the last word like it was a disease and poked me at the chest as I glared.
I am so sick of my sister ruining my reputation in school. Thank goodness nobody believed her when she said I lost my virginity to Brett when we were in freshman year and when she told the whole student body that I was stealing Reagan from her. I mean, hello? Will you look at the guy? He's like a statue, emotionless and dead. Now, she's planning to tell the whole school that I'm a dyke?! I mean, I'm not a homophobe cos' believe me I hate those kind of people but if Olivia says I'm a dyke then how am I suppose to have a boyfriend?! Never!
"First of all, I never have a date because when I do, you manage to steal them away from me even if you're still with Reagan."
I don't care that Dylan's still here. He may be Reagan's best friend but he knows my sister cheats on Reagan. Duh. Everybody knows that, including Reagan. I don't even know why he still puts up with my sister. My guess is that he also cheats on her. He vanishes for a week once in a while, you know? What do you do for a week? Stay at home all alone? I think not.
" Second, I never tell you who I like because well.. Oh I dunno… you'll just steal him away from me. AGAIN. I am not a dyke and I like guys and wanna hump the brains out of one in the future so shut the hell up!" I fume and get all up in Olivia's face. Her eyes widen in fear.
I guess it's true when they say that you best not anger a redhead. I mean, just look at me right now. And I promise you never want to see my Dad in a temper. One word: SCARY
I grab Dylan by the hand and drag him away. " Just bring my bag home and Dylan will just drop me off at home." I call back to my shocked bitch of a sister.
Dylan and I walk outside school to the parking lot. We saw Reagan's car parked out front of the school entrance. He stepped out of his car as he saw us.
"You feeling better?" He asks me in his monotonic voice.
I am still flushed with anger so I kinda snap at him. "Get my sister. I'm riding with Dylan."
"I'll get your bag." Dylan says to me while getting my bag from Reagan's car.
I was fuming inside that I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. " Can't believe she's such a bitch." I mumbled.
"She is, isn't she?" I heard Reagan's voice say beside me. I jump when I notice his close proximity. His pooling blue eyes were so enigmatic and alluring. Truthfully, Reagan was my first crush… that's why I haven't told anyone because the moment he started dating my sister… well, I look at him as if he had chosen a troll over me. That was mean but well… let's just say you don't live with my sister.
"I don't even know why you're telling me this." I admitted after a long pause.
He just smiles at me weirdly and heads off to fetch my sister inside school, probably still shocked from my outburst.
Dylan looks away from me as I dress in the back of his car. I don't even know why when I am just simply putting on my hoodie and track pants over my clothes. He's just a perfect gentleman that way. When I'm all dressed appropriately to face my Dad, I climb over to the passenger seat and tell Dylan to take me home.
It's such a blessing to sit beside Dylan. It's just so quiet, so peaceful. I looked out the window and watched the cars pass us by. It started raining and I wasn't like those girls who liked the rain. Though I admit I am idealistic when it comes to the notions of romance, but who the hell wants to kiss under the pouring rain? Anyway, the rain just manages to make you catch a cold, wet your clothes and just irritate the hell out of you with its gloomy presence and a need for you to carry a big ass umbrella.
"I hope you're not considering Trent to be the one who you would be humping the brains out of. He's bad news, Danie."
And just like that, I hate sitting beside Dylan. It's just so invasive, so frustrating. Gah! This is one of the many reasons why I'm still a virgin. Dylan, Olivia, Mom and Dad… they were just one of those many people who liked to keep my virginity intact until I'm old and gray.
"Dill, I don't think that's any of your business." I say as politely as I could when I'm pissed off, which actually means that I said it rudely.
He turns and glares at me for a second before focusing on driving again. We didn't speak again until I saw my house come into view. He shut off the engine and helped me with my bag as I got out of the car.
He grabbed my arm before I managed to open the door. His eyes focused on mine, he said, " You know your worth." He said it so intensely and concerned that I took it to heart. Dylan always looked out for me in a rather strange and quiet way. I would not know it was him but somebody always saves my ass when I need it and somehow… I just knew it was him.
I was looking back at him with the same intensity on my face. I cared for this big guy and I knew he had problems of his own, some of them I find unconventional for a guy his age to be saddled with. I admire and respect him. I loved him like a brother.
I tiptoed to hug him tightly. I laugh to alleviate the seriousness of it all.
"I know, because you always seem to remind me of it." I felt his arms wrap around my frame. I pulled back a little to see him smiling down at me. I gave him a peck on the cheek and felt his face heat up.
I was just lifting my lips off from his cheek when we both heard the front door open. I was surprised to find Reagan's stormy blue eyes on us. I stepped back from Dylan and took my bag from him quickly.
"Thanks again, Dill." I say quietly. He nods at me but he was looking at Reagan who I was avoiding eyes with. I mean, I know that there's nothing going on with Dylan and I but well.. yeah. Wow, I'm lame. I can't even finish my thoughts because of embarrassment even knowing that nobody could ever hear them. Ah-gen… I will say it. I'm such a dork. I passed by Reagan quickly and was greeted by a chocolate covered Olivia in her underwear. Something I don't need to see. Now that I think about it I thought I saw some chocolate on Reagan's shirt collar.
"You getting frisky with Dylan boy out there, lil sis?" She asks me while licking chocolate off her fingers.
I smirk at her and say, " Save it for Reagan, sis." I made my way upstairs straight to my room. Had I turned around, I would've seen Reagan staring after me.
Having finished my assignments, I decided that I needed a little night air. I saw my guitar at the corner of my room, smiled and picked it up. Mom and Dad were already home and were helping each other out in the kitchen preparing for dinner. They're sweet like that. It's one of their bonding moments so Olivia and I don't bother them. Reagan and Olivia were sitting on the couch watching some chick flick movie.
"Where you going, loner?" Olivia shouted at me.
Holding my guitar as I made my way downstairs, I smiled and said, "Off to appreciate nature."
As I pass by, I hear her mumble under her breath. "Freak." I roll my eyes.
I would really like to convince myself that I love my sister but it was at times like this that I just want to rip her slutty clothes off her and dump her in a bin of toxic waste or something like that.
I went outside the front door and smiled. The stars were out tonight! Making myself comfortable, I strummed my guitar while rocking myself slowly on the porch swing, I closed my eyes and sang quietly to myself.
Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you acting on your best behavior
Turn your back on Mother Nature
Everybody wants to rule the world
It's my own design
It's my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world.
I loved playing this song with my guitar. The melody sounded awesome and more upbeat somehow when you play it with a guitar. I heard someone come out the front door and light a cigarette with a lighter but I kept my eyes closed and continued to sing.
There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I'll be right behind glad we've almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world.
I liked how my voice suited the song. My voice is somewhat on the low and husky side. Archer liked to tease me about it all the time. He said it was as if I was seducing somebody with my voice whenever I sang regardless of whatever type of song it is I'm singing. That smooth talker….
I can't stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
Everybody wants to rule the world
Say that you'll never never never never need it
One headline why believe it?
Everybody wants to rule the world.
When I finished the song, I opened my eyes to see a dark figure smoking a couple of feet away from me. This doesn't bother me. Before it did, now that he practically lives here.. well let's just say I got used to it somehow.
"Dinner's ready." Reagan said while exhaling some smoke.
I nod and pick up my guitar. It's weird… the relationship I have with Reagan. We don't talk and we don't really consider each other as friends but sometimes I guess you could say we care about each other as if we were. Yeah, I know. It doesn't make any sense to me too but that's how the way it is with 'Rakish Reagan'.
And sometimes…. kinda like now actually, I can't help but feel as if he purposefully smokes outside whenever I come out here to play. Weird, right? I mean, it's not as if we talk.. really talk ya know? But hey whatever floats his boat, right?
I shrug and enter inside the house. I look back at him with my hand holding the door open. "You coming?" I ask absentmindedly.
He puts out his cigarette on the ashtray and nods curtly then follows me inside.
This is just how things are with us.
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