From hating to loving the badboy

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why is he here??. "I have no idea", Dior says. "what?", i ask. "i said i have no idea why he is here", she replies.

I said that out loud?

i look at Dior and she is admiring him. "damn Dior why are you looking at him. scowl with me", I demand. "ugh fine". we scowl at him.--

Ms. Rosanna then states "so all, we have a new student today. Aaron Jackson". yeah Jackson I knew it started with j. " he has been championship for 8 years straight we are so lucky to have him.", she continues.

"iris"-- huh????? why is she calling me. "y-yeah", i ask.

"since you are my number one student and he is the country's number one, i will team you guys together for the next competition next year", Ms. Rosanna says.

Aaron looks at me with his annoying smirk. i roll my eyes and stick my tongue out at him

i remember the last encounter i had with him when i was 12, i walked up to him and shouted at him for winning all the time and all he did was stand and nod. he's fucked up.

my dance teacher continues. "iris, can you come up here so everyone can see you". i walk up to the small box stage. "hi", i say and wave. everyone else replies back.

Ms. Rosanna says "thank you, you may go back now". i walk back to Dior.

Iris is your normal natural girl. But Aaron is the complete opposite. He's the bad boy. The fuck boy.

They might be in the same dance school and high school but they have their differences. PLUS THEIR SIMILARITIES.

"*
she slowly starts falling in love????
Hating the bad boy is a really good story. I would love you to give it a try. Plz don't forget to give me feedback

Goodbye now

~nyori.xoxo?

Saturday

Saturday

(iris)

briiiiiing briiiiiing 

my alarm blares with its annoying sounds. but before I could get mad at my alarm like I do every day, I realize that I had dance class today. I pick up my phone from the nightstand beside me.  9:00! "nine o'clock??" I question. FUCK!!! class starts by 8:30 "fuck fuck fuck fuck", I whisper under my breath. I stand up and almost falling back down because I have very low iron. 

I run to my closet and put on my sports bra throwing a random jacket over it. while still singing "fuck" under my breath. 

I didn't need to have a bath because I already had one this morning at 2 am, yes 2 am. don't ask what I was doing. . .fine, I WAS SCROLLING ON TIK TOK. I knew it. you're looking at me with judgy eyes. 

I look through my entire closet and I can't seem to find any pants or leggings. I look again and find very ugly leggings. I take a second thought but my phone dings and I remember I'm running late and I put on the hideous leggings

I take a second thought but my phone dings and I remember I'm running late and I put on the hideous leggings

I grab my dance bag and stuff it with my Unitard. I run out of my room, down the stairs and greet my family. "hi mom, hi dad", I say grabbing my water bottle from the island.

 I walk out of the house and stop at the end of the driveway. right, I don't drive. I stomp back inside. "mom! please can u drive me to dance class". 

"oh I'm sorry sweetie but I am already running late for work", she says trying to sound sorry but I know she is laughing at me. 

"but-but how am I supposed to get to class", I declare.

 before anyone could say anything, my dad with his butt head butted in you see what I did there. "walk!", he shouted from the living room.

my mom looks at me like she actually wants me to walk. "you've got to be kidding me". I got cut off from my phone by my bestfriend Dior calling me. I swipe right and answer her

Dior:????"hey iris where are you!". 

????"oh my god wait. I'm coming"

Dior:????"you better be here or Mrs Rosanna said she will give your spot to someone else."

????"FUCK"--

"language!" my mother shouts and I roll my eyes and go back to talk to Dior

????"tell her I'm on my way and to not give my spot away"

Dior:????" kk bye"

I hang up

I stare at both my parents like they are monsters, which they are. I open the front door and walk down the road. I look at my phone and its 9:20 amerrrghh.I start walking fast and I trip on a crack on the sidewalk. thankfully I didn't get hurt.

 I stand up dusting myself and look at the crack. I remember a TikTok I saw in the morning 'step on the crack, break your mothers back'. I scowl at the thought of my mother not giving me a ride and step on it. I chuckle and I remember I am still running late.

I start running. 

a few minutes later I reach my destination...

~as you may or may not know I am a professional dancer. I think. I dance all contemporary, hip hop, ballet and I use to ice skate. but I fractured my ankles once so I stopped. I am basically the best dancer at my dance school. I've been dancing since I was 4. 

I have been winning all the championship since until I was 9 and some dude named Aaron something came out of no where and stole my spotlight

I have been winning all the championship since until I was 9 and some dude named Aaron something came out of nowhere and stole my spotlight. I have been working so hard to get it back for 7 years straight. HOW DOES SOMEONE WIN FOR 8 YEARS STRAIGHT. I think the system is rigged or something because it's not normal. anyways my dance teacher Ms Rosanna has been my teacher ever since and I think she hates me because she always looks at me some way.~

I walk inside, past the accountant and into the studio. I try my hardest to avoid my teacher looking at me and walk into the changing room.

 I change into my unitard and walk back out, standing next to my best friend Dior. "what the frick. where have you been", she looks at me like im mad.

 "my mom made me walk", I say scowling at some girl showing off her flexibility to a group of boys. are you for real??

Ms Rosanna is talking about the usage of the stage. 'we have to take advantage of the space' blah blah blah. nothing I don't know. my school (dance) is mixed so there are both boys and girls. which I find weird because it only started being mixed two years ago and I still haven't gotten used to it.

my dance teacher starts walking around the studio making sure everyone is listening. before I know it, she starts walking towards me and Dior. 

"miss iris, I see your late". "no, actually I came a long time ago, you just didn't notice", I say holding my chin high. 

she stares at me, no sorry let me correct myself, she stares into my soul like I did something horrible. then she walks away and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, to be honest, I really did know I was holding it.

I wipe my sweat away and I look at dior. she is looking as if she just saw a pig fly. "what the fuck is wrong with you", I ask

"did-he i-i- her-re. howww", she stutters. what the flying hell is she saying. "what??", I ask her with furrowed eyebrows. 

"the dude-- i, no-wa-way", she says. I give up and turn my head to the direction she was looking at--

i give up and turn my head to the direction she was looking at--

WHATTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT SEE. AA FUCKING RON. WHY IS HE HERE HE HAS ALREADY TAKEN EVERYTHING FROM ME W-- why am I still yelling. he's already taken everything from me, what more does he want? my family? I roll my eyes.

he's already taken everything from me, what more does he want? my family? i roll my eyes

why is he here??. "I have no idea", Dior says. "what?", i ask. "i said i have no idea why he is here", she replies. I said that out loud.

i look at Dior and she is admiring him. "damn Dior why are you looking at him. scowl with me", I demand. "ugh fine". we scowl at him.--

Ms. Rosanna then states "so all, we have a new student today. Aaron Jackson". yeah Jackson I knew it started with j. " he has been championship for 8 years straight we are so lucky to have him.", she continues. 

"iris"-- huh????? why is she calling me. "y-yeah", i ask. 

"since you are my number one student and he is the country's number one, i will team you guys together for the next competition next year", Ms. Rosanna says.

Aaron looks at me with his annoying smirk. I roll my eyes and stick my tongue out at him

I remember the last encounter I had with him when I was 12, I walked up to him and shouted at him for winning all the time and all he did was stand and nod. he's fucked up.

my dance teacher continues. "iris, can you come up here so everyone can see you". i walk up to the small box stage. "hi", i say and wave. everyone else replies back.

Ms. Rosanna says "thank you, you may go back now". i walk back to Dior. 

in the middle of the class

at this time I forgot about everything and let my body flow. I was dancing contemporary. hmmm hmmm mm mmmnnn, I was humming the song when before I could make another move Aaron the great said, "you should let your hands-free". "what?", I ask not understanding what he was saying.

"you should free your hands, they look too heavy", aaron says. "and who are you to tell me what to do?", I question walking towards him. I put my hands on my hip

"damn mami. don't beat me up. but I am the number one dancer in the entire country. "he says with his disgusting face.

"NUMBER ONE. don't you dare call me Mami? and TWO, we get it. you don't need to brag every second. jeezz", I walk away.

I hear him chuckle in the background. I continue my dance, well, I tried but I couldn't because someone was looking and I could not concentrate. 

"what do you want?", I ask him 'cause he can't seem to leave me alone. "nothing". 
"lies", I say. "why do you think I want anything to do with you," aaron states.

before I could say anything Dior pulls me away "what are you doing", I scold. "I have something important to tell you", she says

"oh what is it?". "I'm dropping out of dance school," she says. I ask, "why" dragging the 'y'.

"we just- it's expensive", she said. "well, I can help with that-", I say but she cuts me off. "NO," she demands, "my family doesn't take charity".

"but it's not charit-", she cuts me off again

"forget it iris. thank you but I have to leave now", she says with a sigh. I can't stay alone here. "you can't leave me here with the devil", I whine folding my arms.

"he can't be that bad", she says and I watch as she picks up her bag and walks away.

just great.

Ms Rosanna comes walking with her usual sass. "hey! no slacking!. chop!". "you, you", she says pointing at me and Aaron dumbass. 

"get to work. you will be dancing to gravity. you may have seen the video", she continues. I shake my head, no

she brings out her ipad and shows us the video:

   

I sigh and open my eyes wide. there was no way in hell that I was doing that with him. hell no.

Ms Rosanna notices my distress and asks "are you okay dear?".  "I just don't feel comfortable with him", I say. She looks at me like I'm mad, "you have danced more complicated dances than this, and Aaron has never dropped anyone and won't drop you if thats what you're worried about", she hurries.

I sigh and look at him only to see him smiling at me. I look him up and down and suck my teeth. My dance teacher calls to start. "And a one and a two and a one, two three four...", she counts.

I start the first choreography and stand on my toes leaning into him. Easy peasy*  I go under him and I feel a hand squeeze my butt. "What the fuck!", I scream and hit his chest. Ms Rosanna walks out of the room leaving us two alone.

"Ow! Whaaaat!?", he exclaims. You've gotta be kidding me. He squeezed my butt and is trying to play it off. I smack his chest again "you touched my ass", I say.  "Oh my gosh, iris that is part of the dance so I won't make you fall.".

He shows me the video. Oh* I say sorry and he looks at me straight into my eyes with his light brown drowning ones and tells me "I would never drop you". I shake my head and say "well, trump promised he isn't racist".

I chuckle and we go back dancing. 

~~~~~~~~~~middle*

The end. Just kidding but that was a great first chapter, right? Yeah, I think so. The next chapter you will be able to see more of Aaron's point of view. Without said. Have a great life. Dont die and keep eating water. 

~goodbye 

~Nyorixbosss?

 


Submitted: December 08, 2020

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