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Tiny dancers swayed across the dance floor, their multi-colored tutus gave me a headache. Already I felt the ballet moms’ eyes burning into the back of my head. They probably thought I was a perv. I mean, I was the only guy sitting in the dance studio. My balls itched, but I didn’t dare scratch them. Otherwise, they really might think I was playing with myself.
Classical music echoed across the room and I groaned. Why in the hell did I tell Katie Nigel I’d give her a ride home from dance today?
Because she has a nice rack.
“Okay girls, now move your hips like this,” Katie said.
My eyes bulged as they trailed up her long legs to her pelvis. Shit. I shifted in my chair, dropping my coat in my lap to hide the bulge.
Okay, breathe Damien. You’ve seen chicks dance before.
“All right. That’s it ladies. We’ll see you next Tuesday.” Katie smiled, swiping a strand of loose dark hair from her face.
High-pitched little girl voices echoed as they scurried out to their moms to put on their coats and tennis shoes.
Katie came out last and made beeline for me. “Damien, hey, I hate to be a pain, but do you think you could stick around for another fifteen minutes? I so need to practice my routine.”
I’d eat dog crap if she asked. My lips twitched. “Yeah. Take as long as you need.”
She held out her hand to me. “Want to watch?”
She had no idea.
I let her lead me into the mirrored room, my combat boots heavy on the wooden floor. Katie grabbed a chair from the corner and set it up at the center of the room.
“So why aren’t there any guys hanging around here?” I ran a hand through my blonde hair.
“Because we eat them up.” She rolled her eyes. “Trust me, all guys are the same. They hate dancing and gymnastics. You know if it doesn’t have a football or baseball in it…”
I shrugged. “I don’t mind ballet.” Especially if it meant watching Katie.
Katie smiled then dimmed the lights. Music with a heavy drumbeat pulsed in the air. She spun around me, her leg gliding over my head as she kicked up and out. My heart thudded as if it might burst through my skin. Her movements were almost ritualistic, the way they kept time with each beat.
She bent backward then twisted to face me once more. Her finger traced my cheek. God, if she didn’t stop, I’d have to make a quick trip to the bathroom.
Her lips turned up at the corners as if she read my thoughts. “See, you’re all the same.”
“I know what you’re thinking, Damien. Trust me. I know that look. You would follow me anywhere. Do anything I say. All for the chance to be with me.” Katie stopped moving. “The thing is, you don’t stand a chance. Because in the end, you’ll end up just like the rest of them.”
The rest of who?
Then the lighting changed and I saw the bones lining the walls of the room. The stench of spoiled meat made me gag. I tried to stand, but strong hands held me in my chair. Katie laughed, deep and throaty. Then her jaw unhinged, and rows upon rows of teeth gleamed like butcher knives.
I screamed, but no sound came out as she lunged forward. My flesh tore from my body, as she ripped into me. Warm liquid poured into my eyes. My blood.
“Damien, come on, get up. You’re going to be late for school.”
With a howl, I fell from my bed. Sweat drenched me.
She stood with her arms crossed. “I’ve been calling your name for the last ten minutes.”
It was just a dream. Relief flooded me.
“Listen, Mrs. Nigel and I are supposed to go to a purse party tonight. Do you think you can give her daughter Katie a ride home from dance class?”
I went still. “No. Absolutely not.”
Mom frowned. “You don’t have to be rude.”
“I’m not. I’ve got plans.”
Since my effed up dream of being eaten alive by her. “I promised Matt I’d teach him some new guitar chords.”
“Fine. I’ll tell her no.” Mom stormed from my room.
She’d probably be pissed at me for the rest of the day. But I didn’t care. I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. After I grabbed my book bag, I headed out the door to my blazer.
I pulled onto the main road then sped up in order to avoid getting stuck behind the school bus. As I turned ontoMonroe Avenue, I spotted Katie. She glanced at me, a smile forming on her lips. I jerked my head around and stared straight ahead. No way in hell would I ever look at her tits again. As a matter of fact, I considered talking to Mom tonight about transferring schools.
For a moment, I thought I heard her laugh.
“It was just a dream,” I whispered. Wasn’t it?
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