Nothingness: (n) a word that explains cheerleaders who chat around about who is the hottest hunk currently and ditch the past guys, goths who go around emo-ing, nerds who go running into the teachers' office asking for help in their homeworks, dudes who go cursing and badmouthing the teachers, etc,etc.
I was getting tired of the same view - the guys with the overly sloped hair, the girls with their skimpiest shorts and the goths with the blackest clothes that not only implemented someone DIED, but someone actually got brutally murdered.
It was just another day as I swung the hoop of the chain of keys around my index finger. I had about 30 minutes, and I wasn't going to waste it.
As I passed, people bumped onto me, they couldn't see me.
"Oh dude, sorry man, didn't see you there."
"Urgh, watch where you're going!" Watch where you're going.
"EWWWW, IT'S YOU!"
Yeah, it's me.
And they open a gap for me to walk and closes it, consumed by their own cliques again.
So I wasn't the hunkiest guy in the word, and I wasn't the smartest wiz around, but I can do something that to me, brings the world together.
I can dance.
Laugh all you want, but I've grown too much and endured too much of hurt and rejection that at this pointing, not caring of what anyone thinks not only becomes a habit; it is who I am.
Not born with that, but grown with that.
I stopped swinging the keys and opened the door that led to my happy place, stepped inside, closes the door and breathed in the woody smell of the whole place.
My place.
Ms Dane had posted the Dance Club flyer everywhere on the walls of the school compound (not to mention the embarrassing, untrue and corny words she typed, even when I protested against it). Dance Club was never a success, really.
Students either go audition to become a cheerleader, for baseball match, or the mascot of the school team.
Dance Club was like, a small dot. No one noticed it, no one talked about it. So ask me why Dance Club still lingers around the school, but I don't know. I honestly don't believe this will work in the future, but I'm going to do what I love, even if it meant it was up to me alone. Ms. Jan says she not only believes, but foresee that Dance Club will be as a priority as the Cheerleader Club in the future, but who was she kidding? She'd probably crossed her fingers behind her back. She was just trying to make me feel better, to prove me I wasn't some loser who waits and hopes for someone to at least enquire or notice the existence of a Dance Club in Zelcosh.
So I don't fit into any of the leagues of the school ground, so what? They don't fit into mine, and that's really not something in my hands to deal with.
I composed myself, dropped the keys and slided it over the side of the mirror room, and started warming up. The room was a big classroom, with the newly scented woodcut smell that I loved, and the big mirrors at every side of the wall. The floor was wood, too, and it looked like a ballet studio, minus the bars.
I switched on the radio and played a hip-hop track, as my heart beats faster when the blood pumped more actively to my body as I started warming up.
*
Turns out Ms.Jan looked pretty in her own way. She was over-the-top retro, with the bangs and the hoops around her wrists.
But she was a 20 something year old babe.
"Delia, I'm overexcited you've agreed to join the Dance Club!" she emphasizes and repeats that for like, the zillionth time. I didn't even say I was joining, I asked if she could lead me and let me 'check it out'. She acts like it's such a big deal.
"Adam is very talented, he's won awards for his abilities to dance and oh, he can absolutely blow you off your bonkers!" she giggles, and I was giving her my weirded-out look. She dismissed it, like all adults do. We were walking down the big hallway once again, and Becks had left me alone to go for her little cheerleading practice that she has talked non-stop yesterday during our call and today. What is so big about breaking necks and legs, anyway? Or, standing on someone's shoulders cheering for your hometeam when you know they're not that good.
"Sure, Ms. Jan. Are we reaching?" I asked, my voice sounded harsher than I'd expected. Nope, she didn't even guessed it. "Yes, it's right at the corner, and we rounded it as I watched her shoe that was sort of lacing her legs like a goddess. Or an over-the-top retro.
We finally reached as she, like Tommy, stopped in front of the door and breathed in dramatically. "Behold..."
*
The door creaks a little as I was stretching my legs so I hurriedly stood up. The door opens a little and I was just straining to see who was outside, invading my own personal privacy.
I walked a little closer to the door and was about to slam it close when the door swung open with drastic effects and Ms. Jan was the first person I saw.
She wasn't facing me, though. She was facing someone, behind the wall, and I couldn't see it was whether a him or her. Maybe she's here to show a parent about some unused room - the Dance Club room - and has finally reached her point that the DC was a failure and that she was going to use it for another function. I was grabbing the keys and about to leave and apologized to her, all the while in my head muttering how inappropriate it is that it was this time she chose to demolish the only place I belong, when the other person came into view.
She was tall and lean, her hair wrapping around her shoulders, and her cheeks sharp and beautiful. Before long, I dropped my keys accidentally on the floor and it hits with a loud thum.
The both of them looked at me, and I could see her whole oval-shaped face, with green-amber eyes glistening with something I sense as frustration - Ms.Jan is an ultra perky person, so maybe that was the reason. - and her mouth cherry pink, her figure curvy and demure and her legs very ladylike.
She, in my whole life, was the most gorgeous girl I've seen.
*
The door lastly opened with a swush as I hid myself behind the wall, and she was still blabbering on about how happy she was with this and that. In her fifteenth sentence, I walked closer and looked her in the face before we heard a thud from the room.
I faced forth and the scent of forest wood brushed past me like a woman with too much perfume on, but it wasn't like the scent that made me want to gag, it was beautiful at the same time filled with tranquil.
That wasn't the only thing that made me instantly made my mind I was joining DC, it was that guy, clad in a black singlet and a few drips of sweat tracing his muscular body, with his face a resemblance of punk rock Adam Lambert, that brought me by surprise.
His lip was red, like he had just tasted blood, his eyes were bordered with strong eyelashes and was greyish-green, his nose so sculptured, his brows so sculptured, so beautiful yet boyish, his hair flippish -my term for hair that was flippable - and soft.
He had such nice features I wanted to melt right then that I couldn't even believe this person could ever be in my world.
He had such nice features I wanted to melt right then that I couldn't even believe this person could ever be in my world.
His mouth was a little 'o' when he caught sight of me and his height - he was thankfully taller than me- plus his posture made him look statuesque.
But two things were for sure:
1) I was joining the DC.
2) He is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen - besides Adam Lambert and Michael Joseph Jackson. Yes, he's pretty darn hot, alright?
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