Bound To You

Chapter 5

"Ha! Suck. On. That. Biatch!"

"You're cheating!"

"You're just a sore loser. And how exactly am I cheating? It's friggen ping pong!" I looked at Vance incredulously. He just poked out his tongue, and served the next ball.

I met Vance on the night of the party. He was actually really funny. He reminds me of Leon a little actually. It turned out that Vance and I were exactly alike. He had dark skin, and a toothy smile. But all in all, we were still both humans, and shared the exact same love for food, and ping pong.

Which I am currently whooping his ass on.

"Game over! Indie wins, yet again." Hunter said, looking at Vance in sympathy.

"You're only giving him sympathy because you know what it feels like to be murdered in a game by a girl." I said, grinning when Hunter glared playfully at me. "I'm gonna go get some water. Ya'll be good, ya hear?" I joked, faking a southern accent.

They both mock saluted me, and I walked out of the room with a smile.

"Big booty bitches, I got big booty bitches, ahh! Big booty bitches, big, big booty bitches, ahh!" I sang, doing the retarded arm dance one of the guys does in the video.

I walked passed another room I hadn't seen in this house before, big surprise there, and walked back to it.

"Hmm." I murmured, opening the door, to reveal a ball room. I stifled a laugh.

No. Fucking. Way.

"So big bad boy Colton has a ball room, huh?" I walked in, doing the waltz with my imaginary friend, Gilbert. "You waltz very well if I do say so myself, Gilbert."

I laughed, walking to the stereo system in the corner. I picked up a few CD's, going through them all. I found a couple I used to dance to, back when I was a good girl and did ballet.

I put one in, stretched my arms and legs out, and did a few ballet moves. I smiled as the memory came back. This was how I met him.

The guy who fixed my heart, yet managed to break it.

The guy who made me who I am.

"And one two three four. Keep in time ladies! Indie, keep your back straight. Atta girl. If either one of you are still thinking about chocolate, then continue these moves. These next few weeks are going to be hell. Championships are two months away, ladies."

Just when I thought I was going to die from this same repetitive move, someone banged the door open.

"Oh, shit. Wrong class. Sorry Miss...whatever your name is. Toodles bitches!" I laughed as Jayden Torch, this dance school's clown, looked at us goofily. His eyes met mine, and his smile widened.

I widened my eyes, not knowing what to do.

Do I keep looking? Is it considered creepy if I drool? What if I just stare at the skin in between his eyes? How do I ogle him without being considered a stalker?

"Mr. Torch, always a lovely time when you're around." His eyes returned to our dance teacher, Miss. Bensi, and he smiled a lopsided smile, making everyone in my class sigh in awe.

"I only come here for one reason Miss. Bensi." He then looked at me, and winked, before running out of the dance room, letting the door swing shut.

Holy. Jesus. And. Cheese.

My spins began getting more aggressive. The hot tears in my eyes were as clear as day, but I couldn't care less.