Dance with me

Chapter 1:

[Marianna's POV]

"Marianna! O-M-G! That routine was, like, the SHIZZ! I love the thing where…" my best friend Allianna prattled on.

The girl could talk through anything.

Trust me, we've experimented.

"Allie, chill…it's my job to make killer routines. Head cheerleader!" I pointed to myself at the last two words.

She shot me a massive grin.

"Yeah, but your just, like…" she waved her manicured hand around in a circle, searching through her very limited vocabulary for the right word.

"The shizz?" my other best friend, Tatianna, supplied with a raise of a sculpted eyebrow and a slight upward twist of perfectly glossed lips.

I rolled my eyes as Allianna nodded her head excitedly.

"Come on you guys! We have to get to the football field before the team get off. I don't wanna miss Damien!" I said, stomping my foot and tossing my long chocolate brown hair over my shoulder, all to drive the point home.

Tatianna turned her trademark smirk on me and Allie just giggled.

"Translation…" Allianna started. "They wanna suck face until they both suffocate and we all die of envy" Tatianna finished, the smirk never wavering.

She was the more sarcastic out of our trio. Her white-blonde hair was natural and paired with the most gorgeous set of green eyes. The exact colour of green grass. She wasn't tall and she wasn't short, standing at 5 foot 8 inches. She had an almost perfect figure, an almost hourglass but her chest was too small for her full hips. Her shape was more pear-ish. Although she did wear her clothes in a way that more than made up for it. She wore our light blue blouse with an extra button open and got her navy skirt hitched up into an even smaller mini.

Allianna giggled. "They're like, so adorable!" she squeaked, and then promptly giggled again.

By this time we were all changed out of our black cheerleading two-piece outfits.

They were really cute.

They were almost all black with a lightning bolt in white over the back of the tank top and a band of white around the v-necked collar on the front. There was a gap in between the hem of the shirt and the top of the skirt which showed about from our bellybuttons to our hips. The skirt was black with two white stripes down both sides. The skirt stopped mid-thigh and was really light so it just swished around. Because of that, the school made it mandatory that we wear black short-shorts underneath, but you can't see them, so it still looks good.

"Come o-on-n" I whined, smoothing down my own navy skirt. Whereas Tatianna's stopped right under her butt, mine made it about ¾ down my thigh.

"Alright, alright, come-on Allie. Marianna is gunna get wrinkles if we don't hurry up" Tatianna said, scrunching up her nose at the idea of getting wrinkles.

Allie giggled and skipped along on the left side of me. Tatianna took her place on the right side of me and that's how we left the change-rooms and set off to the football field.

Walking along and hearing the clicking of our black pumps on the pavement I thought about how different my two best friends were.

Where Tatianna was sarcastic and blunt, Allianna was bubbly and air-headed.

Where Tatianna had sharp, jutting cheek bones, Allianna still had the childish roundness on her cheeks.

But she made it work.

Her dirty-blonde hair and sparkling silvery-grey eyes were matched with her petite figure. She was the shortest out of all of us, standing at 5 foot 6, but her pumps were the highest out of all of ours, so she didn't look too out of place.

Then there was me.

The only one out of our trio that wasn't a blonde and didn't have the pale skin. My hair was the colour of melted milk chocolate and my eyes an ocean blue. My skin had a tan that came from my Spanish heritage and never left. I was the tallest out of the group, but not by much. I was 5foot9. I was smart, I actually tried in school. I wasn't exactly straight A, but never any lower than a B-. EVER. I was sarcastic almost as much as Tatianna and an airhead almost as much as Allianna. I was the perfect mix of both of them. I had the hourglass figure due to many hours spent in my gym at home. My body was slim, but I had a muscle build. Cheerleading isn't as easy as people think. You need muscle for it.

We finally arrived at the football field and I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw that the football team hadn't finished yet.

We walked over to the bleachers, earning a couple of stares as we sashayed past.

We walked up a little way and sat down to watch the last bit of their practice.

None of us actually UNDERSTOOD what they were doing so we just talked among ourselves.

Tatianna was telling us about how she heard that some girl on the track team got pregnant when I heard a deep voice calling out.

"ANNA!" all three of our heads shot up.

Damien.

I repressed the urge to grin and chose instead to smirk lightly and raise one eyebrow.

He was leaning against the railing of the stairs at the bottom of the bleachers. I sat there for a moment just looking him over.

Damien Johnston was ridiculously good looking. He had honey brown hair and matching brown eyes. He was tall at 6 foot 1 and had a very muscle-y build. His hair was shaggy but not long. It flopped onto his forehead a little bit and was the perfect length to thread your fingers into. He was wearing baggy dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt that clung to his arms and chest.

Definitely yummy.

"Hey DJ…" I said slowly, looking at him through my long lashes, as I made my way down the few steps I had climbed.

I heard Allianna giggle from behind me and Tatianna sigh.

"Anna" he said simply.

His eyes travelled from my stylishly messy hair, over my face, lingered on my chest for a few seconds, down the outline of my waist and hips, lingering there as well, then down my legs and all the way back up.

"Good as always" he smirked at me.

"Aww, aren't you sweet…" I replied in the same slow voice.

By this time I had reached the bottom of the stairs and stood in front of him. He still had his arms folded across his chest and his eyes wandering over me and I was starting to get shivers down my spine from his stare.

"Anna…" he started, dragging out his nickname for me.

"Hmmm?" I stepped closer putting my hands flat against his abs. I applied a little pressure and looked up at his eyes through my lashes again.

He finally uncrossed his arms and placed his big hands low on my waist.

"JUST KISS HER ALREADY!!" came Tatianna's yell from the spot on the bleachers.

I giggled and he pulled me closer to him.

I trailed my hands softly up to rest my palms on his chest. His eyes were boring into mine but kept flicking down to my lips.

He leaned down as I raised my head to give him a better angle to my mouth.

He always moved slowly towards my lips. To make me really want it, his words…

when his lips finally came into contact with mine the kiss was hard.

His hand slipped under my blouse and rested on my lower back when my hands moved up to tangle in his hair. Then his tongue flicked out against my lower lip and I moaned, pushing my body closer to get more of him. I felt him smirk against me and then he pulled back, leaving me gasping and wide-eyed. He chuckled at me and I sighed in contentment, letting my head fall onto his muscular chest.

I closed my eyes and let his arms wind around me.

School was over.

Practice was over.

It was Thursday and that meant no gym today.

So for the rest of the day it was just me and Damien.

Definitely fun.


A/N:
hmm, just a random thing that came into my head as my elnglish teacher was talking on and on and on and on and on and...
yes i am aware that all three of the girls could be called Anna, thats part of the story, it comes up later... :):)
just so theres no confusion heres a quick description of the girls. your going to need to remember what they look like because its all VERY vital to the story...
Marianna: (MARE-EE-AH-NAH)
the main female character. brown hair, blue eyes, slight tan, tall, PERFECT figure. slightly airheaded but normaly quick witted. Head cheerleader, rich but not a complete bitch...only when she thinks she has to be.
Tatianna: (TAT-EE-AH-NAH)
the bitch of the group (as you'll see later on). natural white blonde hair, really green eyes, big hips small chest. very sarcastic and envious of Marianna. slut (if i didnt make it clear in the way she dresses). richest out of the trio.
Allieanna: (AL-EE-AH-NAH)
the light-hearted one. dirty blonde, grey eyes, petite figure, slightly chubby cheeks (think adorable 7 year old). COMPLETE bimbo. very bubbly and easy to like. pretty naive and easily tricked into things (again, as you'll see later). not quite as rich as the other girls and only in the trio because she balances out Tatianna's personality.

not sure how often i'll update, or even if i put another update up...i mean whats the point of writting it if no-one wants it...
so yeah, i'm gunna write on demand :) makes sense, no?

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