The Dancer and Her Bad Boy

Sydney's POV

Sydney's Freshman Year

"Mom, please don't forget to pick me up after dance class today." Even though I have been dancing since I was 3 years old I have to constantly remind my mother of what days I have dance and that she has to pick me up so that I am not stranded at the dance studio in the dark. "I have my private lessons after our group class so I'll be done at 9:00. I really don't want to have to walk home in the dark so please don't forget."

"I will try to be there. I am scheduled to be off at 8:30 so it shouldn't be a problem," my mom says as she runs out the door to get to her first job in time. "Have a good day at school. I love you!"

I know that my mother loves me and that she doesn't forget about me and that she does care. My mother works 2 jobs to make sure that I can dance and follow my dreams, but that also means that I spend a lot of time alone when I am not at the dance studio. It is just mom and me.

My name is Sydney. I am almost 15 years old. I am 5 feet 6 inches tall, long reddish-brown, curly hair, blue-gray eyes, and a curvy body. I look just like my mom. I don't know what my dad looks like. My mom burned all his pictures when I was a baby. He took off with his secretary and left us with no clue as to where he went.

I am not one of the popular kids, but I have one very close friend, Margot. We have been together since we were born as we have the same birthday, were born at the same hospital and our mothers became friends because they shared a room. Margot is 5 feet 7 inches tall and legs for days. She has blonde hair, blue eyes and a body any ballet dancer would kill for, long and lean. She is my ride or die and we have been unseparable since birth.

While Margot doesn't share my love for dance she does support my dreams. She has never missed a performance and she is always there to cheer me on. She has always been there to support me when I'm told I don't have a dancer's body or my feet aren't right or I should just give up.

While I love dance and I know I am good at it, the world of dance is tough.You have to have the perfect body, you have to have the perfect feet and I want to prove them all wrong.

"Sydney how late are you at dance tonight?" Margot asks anxiously. "We have that science project that's due by Monday and we really need to work on it."

"You know I have dance until 9 tonight and we have the weekend so let's just plan on working on it all day Saturday. You can just spend the night and we'll binge watch movies when we're done and order pizza for dinner."

Just as that sentence comes out of my mouth one of my dance classmates walks by my locker...Nicole, better known as Nikki. She is 5 feet 7 inches tall with raven black hair, green eyes, and a slim muscular figure. She is the perfect ballerina with the perfect body and the perfect feet and she is popular at school.

She also teases me relentlessly about the fact that I am none of those things."Sydney are you sure you should be eating pizza and not salad? You know Miss Amber is gonna be mad when you don't fit into your costume for the recital. No wonder you can't get off the ground to do your leaps."

"Ah, Nikki, so lovely to see you this morning," I say sarcastically while rolling my eyes, "It's no wonder you don't float away when you leap with all that hot air coming out of your mouth."

Margot looked at me with a look of admiration and shock on her face. I wasn't one to bite back when Nikki came at me, but I have decided that I have had enough. We are in high school now and I have to learn to stick up for myself. "Margot, you are going to catch flies if you don't close your mouth, let's get to class," I say as I use my finger to close her mouth and then push her shoulder to get her to move.

As we walk down the hall to our first class of the day we pass by Nikki's brother, Greg, and his best friend, Brad. They are Sophomores. Greg is already 6 feet tall. He has the same raven black hair and green eyes as his sister, but he makes it look dangerous. He is skinny and while he could be popular, rumor is he would prefer to stay in trouble. His friend Brad is the class clown. He has blonde hair, brown eyes, stands at 5 feet 10 inches and is built like a linebacker. My eyes lock on Greg's before Margot grabs my arm and pulls me down the hall so I don't embarrass myself.