Forbidden Dance

n half before cramming it into her back pocket, looking less than enthusiastic about the prospect of trying out for the team. The girl standing next to her with the pi

cleans up well. Humble. Sweet. Quiet. She seems like the type who might want a steady relationship instead of a o

y teammates, Karen, as she sidles up beside me, no doubt ready to try her hand once more at getting me out on a date. Karen is nice, sure, but she’s pushy, and I don’t like that. Not to mention, she’

ap and takes a dainty sip. Her dark hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail and the pointy curves of her hips

she doesn’t know any better. Girls like Karen t

t to check my cell phone, hoping that will be enough to detour her. She doesn’t follow me, thank God, but I’m surprised to

usy, but maybe I can sneak out and visit at some point, anyway.” There’s a small chuckle on the other end of the line, and I close my eyes, hearing th

w if I try to call her back, she won’t answer. Especially not if her controlling, d

cking hat

nd furrows his brow before scrunching up his empty water bottle and tossing it aside. Mark, just like Danny, i

ple of freshmen girls strut past us, Mark winks at them, drawing giggles from the girls as they continue down the pathway. I roll my eyes. Out of the three of us, Mark is the most charismatic

ve simila

on back to me. “Your sexy twin siste

new,” I grumble. “I know for a fac

lies that her new boyfriend and fellow competitor, Xander, would make her the star she always dreamed of becoming. So far, they were no better than us of course, but my sister had alway

f. “Danny would kill us if we got

Mark says with a not-so-innoc

earn any better. All we’d have as a consolation

s us. He’s beaming, which is a surprise because the last I saw, the girls he’d been talking

is arms across his chest as Danny stops in front of

er?” he asks,

e w

I was ta

N

one are you talking about?

the blond s

abou

’t wait to break. “I invited her to tryouts tomorrow night,”

he confirms, and Da

dancer.

a puzzled frown. “I thought we were set for girls,”

ny says confident

rious to ignore it. “No offense, man, but s

sn’t matter, because I can see it in her. The

tle and tossing it toward the bin. It hits the side, bounces off, and rolls back to my feet. Mark sniggers before standing up to grab

and/or disappoints you, I forbid you from p

l beaming. Mark leans in

s