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Chapter 3

Sir wound up early at 10 that day. And we all were packing stuff and leaving, when I saw Ryan moving out towards the parking lot. I signalled Marcus to carry ahead and I followed Ryan. He stopped realizing that someone was behind him and turned back facing me.

Ryan: Are you stalking me?

Me: what?? Stalking..noo

Ryan: Then why the hell are you following me?

Me: Because I wanted to say something. (And I was cut in between)

Ryan: Say what?

Me: Thank you. You helped me from falling..

Ryan: Huh..girls like you can't handle themselves.

Me: (The smile on my face turned to a frustrated look) what do you mean by girls like me?

Ryan: Those who can't be punctual and can't behave well with seniors.

He pulled out his jacket, unlocked the Porsche, got inside, wore those aviators and pulled up the window. Honked and rashed away driving fast. I was fuming with anger. I went to the cafeteria and found Catherine, Marcus and Kina eating sandwiches. I joined them and ate one bite. Tyler came in dripping in sweat after a basketball match.

Tyler: Riley, what happened to your sweetheart out there? Seems like someone scrapped the color off at places.

Me: Yeah. I fell on the way to college. A stupid person cut me off.

Cathy: *cursing* I hope that car of his gets a dent somewhere.

Me: You can break that glass also. At least I will get a day off the dance class.

Kina: what do you mean?

Me: That guy who drove by rashly is none other than the new dancer Ryan Higa. And he is the same Asian guy that helped me at the hotel.

Marcus: that dance guy?

Me: hmm. That arrogant guy!

Cathy: Oh my! He is hella cute... Whose face did you see early morning?

Me: Ryan..when I was dreaming. *shit*

Tyler: ohh... Somebody had wild fantasies with him!

Me: Noo.

All of them were taunting me about Ryan and the bell rang. Cathy and Kina left for Painting class. Tyler went in his match. And Marcus accompanied me to the parking.

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From next day, Ryan was our sir! I could only imagine having Hitler back from history in present time. Next morning, I was on time. And he began teaching us the basics. He made us practice the steps till we were perfect at it and also rehearsed with music.

Ryan's POV

She was so sweet. From the 1st time I saw her at the hotel, I could tell she was different. Her simplicity held my attention. I could tell that she was the understanding one and not like her friends who just tagged people. 

*looks to the photo frame on his table* 

Stop it! What the heck am I thinking? A girl is sweet and good? People are selfish Ryan, that is how life is! Until you have money, they are your friends and family and if you don't, nobody knows you. And he promised himself not to have a soft corner for anyone. And asked himself to focus on the next day's plan.

  POV end.

 It was a week learning hip-hop.

 Now, the next morning he was teaching how to use props. This time the prop was a big ribbon tied at the top and hanging loose. He caught it and took turns and sweeps around the stage and rolled himself up with his hand strength. Then he came down like someone had set a roll of ribbon loose. At the end he was in mid air hanging from the ribbon in one hand and a leg and other hand pointing out. His control on the ribbon was fabulous. I was amazed by his strength and the way he had a control over his body language. Cause somebody could have just slipped off that prop. It was our time to learn the trick and increase our hand strength.  

I was afraid of letting it roll off and coming down with a spin. Everyone was doing from average to good. I couldn't even be an average. I used to jump out before leaving the ribbon. Oh crap! He was seeing this whole time and now probably raging towards me.

Ryan: Hey there, you, why the hell wouldn't you just do the spin properly? I hate people who disrespect dancing.

Me: But I am just afraid..

Ryan: Haven't I taught the trick properly ? Its simplified for the learners. Oh wait! Are you doing this just to seek my attention? You want the limelight, don't you?

Me: No..why would I do that..

Ryan: (yelling) Enough with those excuses.

He walked over, picked my bag up and stood in front of me.

Ryan: Take your bag of excuses and get the hell out of my class! Unless you get that move right, you don't enter the class. Do you get that?

Me: ( on the verge of crying) Yes

Ryan: Out!

And I just ran out of the hall with tears flooding on my face. I heard him shouting to the class to rehearse and continue. Like nothing happened.

 I sat out in the tree shade at a corner of the ground, weeping my heart out. Ashley came and sat next to me. She said that Andrew saw me running here and she was worried. She called up Kina and Catherine to meet up at the same place. They both came in rushing. I narrated the whole dance class incident.They all were angry on Ryan and feeling bad for me.

 Now, they were trying to make me laugh and pulled me out at the cafeteria. Tyler and Andrew bought in Banana smoothies for all and Marcus was helping them serve. He had told the story to the guys as well. And Tyler mockingly said that if I ever felt the need to fight that Ryan guy..Tyler would bring in his guys to kick his butt off. 

I finished the drink and wanted to go home. Marcus decided to drop me home on his bike.

A/N: Someone give him a speeding ticket...He caused our dear Riley to fall! 

What a strict dance teacher Ryan is! How will Riley keep up with his pace? Will she be able to survive his dance class and earn credits or will she just quit?

We saw Ryan's POV  introduced now. One one hand he is impressed by Riley and the other he is so rude to her. Whose photo  filled up his thoughts?  Will he accept Riley as he sees her or Will he maintain his distance? In the meanwhile, how will Riley survive his Hitler attitude?

Stay glued for  the journey ahead. 

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