He was gorgeous. On the dance floor he moved with such ease and grace. He even knew how to sign. He was perfect in every way.
The next day I wore a long sleeve blue shirt and some sweats to school. Class went by normally and last period I watched him dance. He was still beautiful. When the teacher started talking Taemin translated it for me. We were doing couple dances. The way we would chose was by drawing a name threw a hat. She said I was fist so I stuck my hand in the bag and pulled out a piece of paper. Opening it I smile and sign to Taemin I got him. He smiled at me and we went off with another instructor who came to help. Taemin signed what the instructor spoke. 'we are going to do a Spanish style dance. The steps were fun and took both of our skills to do. Taemin accidents tripped falling to the ground and dragging me along onto of him. I laughed and helped him up continuing our dance till the last bell rang. I decided to change into different clothes so I walked into the large locker room near the gym. Taking off my shirt I look at the large bruise on my back and the scars on my well toned chest. -He promised me it was only once- I thought to myself as I put on a red shirt with grey shorts. Walking out of the locker room I head home...
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