Dancing With the Devil

I've written this chapter, and I still don't like it. Here's wha

! Next chapter should be

an I say? Ian Somerhalder and Nina Dobrev are truly the perfec

udwig caste

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distract my wild imagination from the sickening images it produced. It wasn't pop music, with bounc

elodies, although sometimes twisting together not-so-pleasant stories, had a rhythm that wrapped itself ar

uch of a home to me as my own bedroom. It was a place that offered peace and serenity. My childhood outfits mostly consisted of flowing dresses and the occasional tutu. As I'd grown older, spandex was added automatically under any d

g. Ballet is very classy and soft. Lyrical combines ballet and modern dance techniques. There's also a little bit of Jazz. Whereas ball

would end up falling on my face, as I have done multiple times before. Speaking of balance, I need a lot of it. When I'm on the tips of my toes, spinning around in a circle as many times as I can without breaking my stance of round arms

ap, my momentum has to be absolutely perfect. If there's too much built up, I'll end up stumbling a

e way, messily clumped in wrinkled masses. Most of my furniture was piled up against one side of my room to give me as much space as possible. The only thing that went u

t each other. Crackle! My hip joint ground in its socket was my leg reached to do a fan that shouldn't be done until

I whirled around to face my opened door. My mom, leaning agai

tching a hand to my chest. "You

fanning herself, as if she couldn't breathe. "You old mother can't take much more of your rebellion! Please, Ivy, just s

straight face at her ridiculous accu

en, " I sighed, plastering worry al

ied, flopping to the f

g her with my bare toe. "I swear, sometimes

g her arms in a way that screamed she meant business. "I haven't seen you truly laugh in the past

"we've been over

ot him, " she retorted instantly, hitting the

om was verbal suicide. I'd inherited my dad's silent determination and logical way of thinking, not

ere's a line of g

You know, I did see that James Kennedy at the scrap yar

or the fact that she was staring at senior James Kennedy working at the local scrap yard, where he was most likely wiping sweat off of h

ha

were checking out s

d town with a little something to liven it up, " she justified. "

d. It was common knowledge girls giggled about him when he walked by, which would've been expected by his appearance alone. Combined with his reputation of the town's bad boy, he was more than well-known. Every girl got excited at the mention of the name James Kennedy. Mothers knew they were helpless to stop their daughter's hormones, so they simply jo

let people know that I knew. Jake would be the one having a heart attack if he knew what I t

ll go grab dinner in town and take a detou

et, I figured that the yard was on the left side while we drove there, but

h tipped up into a smirk. She had no idea just how much

ake pedal fractionally, not wanting to se

out the open window. I pressed harder, br

own to grab what looked like some piece of equipment. It was long and bulky with bolts the size of my fist, the metal weathered red-brown. I couldn't begin to imagine trying to get a hold on the thing, much less li

ur ogling. I hadn't even realized that I'd stopped entirel

ess ya'll got some t

ly. The tires squealed loudly in protest before kicki

aining order. I could see the headlines now: "Ivy Ross charged with harassment after getting caught stalking James Kennedy. Intentions can be assumed that she has an unhealthy obsession with the godlike man, and was found watching him in front of his wo

m hissed sof

es. Laughter overflowed from out mouths. It was the painful, healthy kind of laughter that only came from being exceptionally pleased. As I heard my mo

down, my mom dropped the real

prayed I

busy panicking, he tur

ognize me?"

ve before you raced out of ther

road. "He saw me! And he might have recognized me!"

Jake may just have noticed you. And he's hot! A hot

I replied icily,

ot deterred by my cold attit

really don'

l me anyway. "The lady doth

se my love of Shakespeare to her

ot the time to

I never did quite know.

are and my schoolwork, although my mom was trying to wring some

just naturally understood the language. I'd internally rolled my eyes when my classmates had slaughtered the beautiful words and couldn't keep the simple story line straight. Was it really that hard to remember the difference between a Capulet and

her ugly head, and I didn't know how much longer I could contain

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ded the keys over to her, forgetting just how little she cared if James caught us sneaking

grinned. "We're just t

es me tomorrow at school and asks why my mother was c

t people appreciating what he's showing. That boy has a body that could make a nun sin, and I'm willing to bet that he

t couldn't resist glancing out the window cowardly. Ja

ing right at me when I looked over at him.

ve! He sa

n from the control panel on her door. She smacked my hand

ched a girl that wasn't stunningly gorgeous, and he never, ever talked to a gir

s close enough for us to hea

s like warm honey had completely melted my brain. I couldn't even talk, and I knew that getting out of the car was definitely not go

ly managed to squeak

"Not much excitement in

e shrugging look ho

him impossible for females of any kind to resist, but his respect left my mother absolutely defenseless. I co

" she practically cooed, sh

e confusing. I'm sure you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between ferrous a

ion of trusting my legs with my weight, but I agreed anyway, slowly

t me to be able to function at all? It was going to be challeng

opping his limb. "I didn't mean

? Yes. Did I

lf a mental pat on the back when my

he sun that I almost stepped on. He took my hands, and I tried very hard to control my hea

force. His eyes glinted teasingly as he leaned against the side of the

y. "O-Once in a wh

ou don't drive past here everyday after school to get home. I've only seen yo

his words? If his smug expression was

, " I lied, my wandering eyes giving m

pped a few octaves, making it

ance sounded more

, " he rumbled, taking a step closer to me. I

all

eek before cupping it in his palm. My breathing stopped as I cursed the oni

w pretty I was. Jake, my boyfriend, who was currently a second away from

ed out. "I don't know what you

g how someone like me could turn down someone like

you with him, you look so perfect. You look too perfect, more prim and

apped as I tried to find away around hi

ed. "I knew that bad girl

brought me out here, but-"

rushed, his mouth frantically moving over mine like a dehydrated man finally finding water. He was sloppy in his kissing, but that added something t

isser James was than Jake, it didn't ch

do that again!" I gasped, partly breathless from his kiss and partly due to my hyst

e that your boyfriend is

rshly. "Unless I give you my consent, y

my lips?"

napped. "Get me out of h

e me now, even if you never want to see me again, it was worth it. Fina

ve life. Jake was my boyfriend. Jake was caring, driven, and

t daring smirk that promised a good time, even if

. My mind was still buzzing as I got ready for bed, tugging this way

trapeze artist at a circus, not caring which way I turned, what moves I had to pull. I j

tupid. It would be completely reckless and I shouldn't even be thinking about the possibility. At the same time, it would be such an adrenaline ru

ge as adrenaline flooded my body. He caused my heart to beat faster, my muscles to tense, and a grin of anticipation to sp

osed to choose

after the roller coaster my emotions experienced after school. I allowed my head to connect to my pillow, th