Part 17 (1/2)

”Whatever. I'm not sleeping with him, if that's what you're asking.” I'm so irritated. I want to bite her head off. It's so hard not to. I keep locking my jaw as the conversation goes on and the weird thing is that I don't know why I'm so upset? So what if people think I have a crush on Peter?

But that isn't it. The crush isn't bothering me. It's innuendo, the broken propriety, and it'll get Peter in trouble. I don't want anyone questioning his morality. They can question mine. I'd wave my hand in the air and say that I'm a moral deviant to keep the attention off of Peter. Maybe I should do that.

My eyes flick up to Tia's face. I lean in, feeling the lie on my lips. Tia mirrors me and gets closer. ”I have a crush on him, okay. But he doesn't encourage it. That's why we're together a lot. I'm stalking him.”

She clasps her hands together under her chin and squeals. It sounds like someone stepped on a pig. The noise keeps going, getting higher and higher. I try to smile and bounce up and down the same way she is. ”I promise I won't tell a soul. But this is so exciting. He's so much older! Oh, and since it's totally forbidden, it's insanely hot. I can't wait to see what this guy looks like.”

I shush her. ”Keep it down. I didn't even tell Millie. Don't say anything, okay. If things look weird, it's my fault. Listen, I have to run. I'll see you later.” I glance at my watch and then dart down the hallway before she can say anything else.

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”Come on, Peter. Put the moves on me,” I say as I walk across the old gym. I realize I'm flirting and feel a bit silly for a second. I'm not sure where it came from. When I saw him, I just wanted to tease him and have that banter I've grown accustomed to when Peter is around.

Peter is sitting in the bleachers, watching something on his phone. He looks up when I speak. ”Colleli. You're late.”

”I had to take care of something. I'm here now. What's this new dance you wanted to show me?” I sit next to him and look down at his phone. It's a couple dancing, doing the usual steps, twists, spins, and throws. It's a pretty good routine, actually.

”It's the throw at the end. I can't figure it out and I haven't seen it before. Watch.” Peter's eyes slip over and rest on the side of my face for a moment before returning to the screen. My lips part as the couple gets to the end of the song. They're really good. I gasp when they perform a death spiral. The woman's head comes so close to the floor.

I start to ask if that's what he wanted to show me, but Peter says, ”That's not it. Keep watching.”

I watch. As the music crescendos, the dancers pull out all the stops. The last move is hypnotic. The woman is in the guy's arms and then he flings her out. It resembles a variation of the Hustle, but then they do something and she's suddenly airborne. The guy catches her as she twists in the air. They swoop down together and he holds her in a bow. Both dancers smile and the video stops.

”Holy s.h.i.+t.” I blink like I didn't just see that.

”I know, right?” Peter says, looking baffled.

”What the h.e.l.l was that? I mean, I've seen a lot of crazy dances, but that looked awesome. I'm not even sure what they did.”

”Neither am I. That's why I wanted to show you. I've seen plenty of moves, too. This one is a variation of other stuff, kind of mashed together. That dip at the end looked like a modified death spiral.”

I glance at him. ”You realize this could be fake, right? I mean, how did she get that kind of height? He didn't seem to throw her, and she didn't jump.”

He shakes his head. ”It's not. This is a dance studio in New York. It's the video to used attract new students, so it shouldn't be fake.”

”Play the end again.” Peter rewinds the dance and plays it again. We both stare at it, trying to figure out what they did. Part of the problem is that the camera is at a bad angle. I can't see their hands right before the lift. I shake my head and point at the screen, saying as much to Peter.

”I know,” he admits. ”I was hoping we could figure it out.” I give him a look that says, h.e.l.l no. ”What? No spirals?”

”I'm not doing anything with you where my head gets that close to the floor, so no.”

”Why not? I thought if you were okay with throws, you'd be okay with this.”

I shake my head and glance at the yellow wooden floor and think about getting my face ripped off if he drops me mid-spin. ”No. No way.”

”No way?” he's smiling. ”Well, now we have to do it.” Peter takes my hands and pulls me up off the bleachers.

I laugh and tug away from him. ”You don't even know how to do it. You can't be serious.”

”I'm always serious.”