Zack Abby's Ultimate Dance Competition Novels & Stories

Abby may not have been the type of friend you’d want to share your inner thoughts with but she sure knew how to party. Right now Abby was grinding against a man with her shirt unbuttoned to a low beat sexy song. Men tried to dance with me off and on but I promptly turned them down or moved away simply because I didn’t want the added stress it would bring. Abby laughed and locked arms with me. “You dance like a virgin!” She shouted over the music, laughing at her own joke. “Am I not?” I played off as a joke, hoping to fish for information. For some reason, my heart raced in anticipation. I didn’t understand why but it felt important to know if she was or not.

Thirty minutes later Abby returned from where she went to and was surprised to see Jesse dancing with Susan so she didn't bother announcing her presence and just took out her phone to record the whole scene and sent it to Bella. "Hello guys." Abby spoke after they were done dancing. "Mom! you're back." Susan rushed to hug her. "Did you see us dancing?". Abby smiled at Jesse. "I sure did and I recorded the whole thing." She said. "Not again Abby." Jesse groaned. "Let me guess... you sent it to Bella." He planted his hands on his hips. "Yep." She grinned. "I wanted to put it on I*******m and F******k but... I didn't want to embarrass you like that."

"Stop it Enrico, kahapon lang kayo nag break ni Alisa and now you're hitting on my cousin come on!" "Chill Abbi, I'm not yet doing my moves." He fixed the hem of his shirt. "She’s not into boyfriends, Enrico, back off." Nilingon ko si Gideon ng sabihin niya iyon. Tinungga niya ang isang shot ng whiskey at pinunasan ang bibig niya sa nanuyang paraan at habang nakatingin sa akin. I was about to say something but Abbi stood. "Let's dance dali!" Hinila ako ni Abbi papunta sa dance floor at nag pati anod na lang ako.

In order to save himself from ruining their entire life, he would go halfway around the globe to put some distance between them. Abby was so excited that she was virtually bursting out of her skin when Becky arrived at the dance school. For as long as she had longed to attend dancing classes, Heather had always refused to let her. Although Becky didn't agree with Heather's choice, she couldn't just ignore her desires. All she could do was smile at Barry's acceptance and look forward to seeing Abby put her skills to use.

I huffed. "You're sure you're okay with me leaving you here?" Brendan cocked his head at me. "As long as Jared is cool with you dancing with his girl?" I looked over at Abby's boyfriend. "I'm fine." Jared nudged Abby. "Go on, honey, I know you want to dance." "Yay!" Abby jumped up and tugged on Brendan's arm. "Come on, come on!"

His movements were sharp and then fluid, like he was pouring emotion straight onto the floor. He caught me staring in the mirror and grinned. “Hey. You’re new, right?” I nodded, suddenly self-conscious. “Yeah. Miley. First week. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He waved me over. “You’re not. I’m Zach. You dance contemporary too?” “Mostly jazz and hip-hop,” I said, stepping closer. “But I’ve been dabbling.” “Come on then,” he said with an easy smile. “Help me figure out this transition. I’ve been stuck all afternoon.”

"Mama, Abby played with me!We had so much fun!" I smiled, hugging her tight. "That's great, sweetie. I'm glad you had fun." Abby chuckled. "Yeah, we had a blast. She's quite the energetic one." I playfully rolled my eyes.”Tell me about it." "So, what did you two get up to?"Kayden said as he took a seat beside me. Abby grinned mischievously. "Let's just say we had a dance party, and Lily stole the show."

Zack smiled. "Okay, fine, you twisted my arm." You grab Zacks arm and head out to the dance. You arrive at Homecoming, the theme is a disco, it's littered with couples, singles and people who really didn't want to go, it makes you feel a little more at ease that you're not the only one anxious about going. Zack turns to you smiling. "Can I have this dance?" Zack holds out his hand. You take his hand, once the dance is over you head home.

Jane congratulated me and told me that the following day, a social media advertising campaign would begin—which meant a wave of potential clients was on its way. During the afternoon break, I couldn’t resist the urge and slipped into an empty studio. I played a Madonna song and let the music take over me. I was thrilled to be dancing in a professional studio—I felt like a real dancer. I didn’t notice that someone had been watching me. When I finished my dance, Jane applauded enthusiastically. I felt embarrassed, my cheeks flushed red. She told me I had nothing to be ashamed of—that I had real talent.

“How come your not wearing pajamas like you normally do,” Abby asked towards the end of our party when I challenged her once more. She was right, of course, since everyone else was wearing theirs. The younger ones had cute onesies, the middle ones sported their favorite cartoons, while the older ones tried to show as much skin as possible. “I’m afraid I forgot to pack any this time,” I answered after defeating her once more. Tracy came up to me next, winking at Abby. Tracy was my biggest threat as she was the best dancer in the Middle School Dance Club.