Ethan From Dance Academy Novels & Stories

I quietly went back to my seat, if this doesn't work out, I can't be blamed but I would never reveal my face to any of them,it was pain and always would be. Then a different voice cut through my thoughts, “May I have this dance?” I raised my head. He was tall, handsome and composed; dressed in a black suit that fit too well. He extended his hand casually, like we were in the middle of a movie scene and he had all the right to. I hesitated and turned to my mother who was already behind me fuming in desperation. “This is Damon Cross,” she whispered quickly from behind me, “Ethan's older brother,accept his offer.”

she said and moved away from him towards the centre. Ethan was holding her hand loosely so she was able to free herself from his grip. Ethan moved towards her trying to stop her from misbehaving but it was too late as she started dancing and the people around gave her space as she appeared to be a good dancer. Despite her drunken state, her waist and body movements were smooth and effortless. She was just breathtaking. She kept her gaze on Ethan as she swung her waist like she had no bones in them.

"I don't see it. I really don't. I heard Cassius is on a rampage." "Cassius is always on a rampage." Ethan shrugged. "Delora, this is my mate, Genesis." "Already?" Delora gasped. "Ethan, I thought—" "It was great seeing you." Ethan dismissed her as if she were nothing but a tiny bug beneath his shoe. "I promised my love a dance though. Excuse us." I fought the urge to snort. His love? Right. Without asking me, Ethan set the champagne glass down on a nearby table and pulled me onto a small dance floor.

Soon, they play 10,000hrs by Dan, Justin Bieber, and Shay and I see Ethan, stretch his hand out for me to take. “Can I have this dance my lady?" he gestured and I saw veins popping out of the blond lady’s body and I laughed mentally. Yeah, take that bimbo! “Why, yes, of course, my good sir" I replied with a fake British accent. I placed my hand in his and was amazed at how small my hand was in his. It fitted right in. He led me to the dance floor where other couples including his parents are already dancing. Ethan's POV

“You okay, man?” “I think I’m hallucinating an angel.” Julian squinted. “Nah, that’s just Minnie. Wait—MINNIE?!” Ethan marched toward the dance floor like a man on a mission. “May I have this dance?” Ethan asked, dramatically bowing in front of Minnie. She raised a brow. “You’ve been drinking.” “Just enough to think I’m Fred Astaire.” “You tripped over a beanbag five minutes ago.” “I was sabotaged by modern furniture,” he said solemnly. “Now dance with me before I declare my love to the guacamole.”

"Mama! Uncle Thomas!" Alexander and Ethan came running toward us, their faces beaming with excitement. They'd apparently escaped from Nate's supervision and found us on the dance floor. "It's so beautiful, Mama!" Ethan said, his eyes wide as he took in the elegant scene around us. "Everyone looks like they're in a movie!" "Can we dance too?" Alexander asked hopefully, bouncing on his toes with barely contained energy. "Of course you can," Thomas replied immediately, bowing formally to them with exaggerated ceremony. "May I have the honor of dancing with these two distinguished gentlemen?"

As she danced, she kept glancing back at her friend, hoping she was alright. A few minutes later, a tall, lanky boy with a mop of unruly brown hair approached Hazel. Elonie recognized him as Ethan, the boy she had been hoping to dance with. “Hey,” Ethan said, his voice shy. “Are you enjoying the party?” Hazel looked up at him, her eyes widening in surprise. “Oh, hi,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “Yeah, it’s…okay.” Ethan sat down at the table, his gaze fixed on Hazel. “I’m Ethan,” he said, extending his hand. “I’m in your English class.”

He has told me about his other exes but failed to mention her. "Really?" I asked in surprise. "Yeah." She said. "It means there's something more there and he still hasn't told me about it." "Gosh. What the hell is wrong with men?" Jacob returned to the table and I realized he was trying to avoid Natasha's gaze. He dropped the orders clumsily and walked away shyly. I looked at Natasha and we both laughed at him. "He's going to be thinking about that smile for a very long time. It's so bad he didn't get it on camera, he would have had it framed."

Romeo heard all that his father had said but he wasn't having it, Ethan was going to take over and he would make sure it happened that way. When Romeo got home that same day, he threw a fit, he called Ethan out and went on and on about the sacrifices he had made for him to be able to become SEMs chairman. "Dad you're not listening to me." Ethan said. "I don't want to be the chairman." "You don't know what you're saying Ethan." "Stop projecting your dream on me. I won't do it." Romeo couldn't believe his ears. "What do you want to do then?"

I nodded for the rest to join us, and everyone joined in. I was surprised with everyone’s moves. Everyone had a good rhythm. The one that surprised me the most was Papa. He had perfected many different dance moves. Some that I never imagined that my own father could or would know. I wondered if it was because of how long he had been alive. As if reading my thoughts, he nodded and smirked. Ethan danced with Brian and Nae, and I smiled proudly at them. They were great for one another, and Brian was lucky have Ethan now.