It flew by without any problems, and she was actually suprised the only one whining was Zac. What had changed? Probably the dates. Next time she'd make them do funny things, for her amusement. Sitting in the chair smiling to herself, she drank deeply out of a bottle of water. Zac was out of the room in less than a minute, and even though Whitney pretended not to see, she cought Isaac silently kicking Taylor out of the room.
"See you tomorrow Whitney." Taylor leaned down and touched his lips to her cheek. Straightening, Taylor gave Isaac a challenging look over his shoulder. Whitney say Isaac's posture go rigid and his eyes go cold.
"Yeah, tomorrow. 'Night Taylor," she said, not taking her eyes from Isaac. She lifted her hands, palms out in defense. "You'll have to talk to Taylor about that." Isaac nodded sharply. Looking down at Whitney, his eyes softened as he took Whitney's hand and drew her up. Butterflies started flying crazy in her stomach. He pulled her close and looked into her eyes.
"You're an amazing dancer. I didn't know you could dance that way. I saw a lot of control, disipline and flexability." Whitney smiled.
"Thank you. I'm glad you noticed. That's my personal best so far." Should she ask for the kiss by putting her arms behind his neck? What was she thinking? Of course she wanted him to kiss her again. If it was anything like the last time...
"I had a great time last night. I want to see you again." He said softly. Here it comes. She inhaled as his lips made contact. It was like last time, only better.
"Okay." Whitney said breathlessly. Isaac smiled.
"Good. I really like you, and I think you're absolutely beautiful." Whitney blushed, and returned his smile.
"I think that's the romantic musician talking, but thank you. You're not so bad your self." She tucked a loose strand of hair behind his right ear.
"Can I call you?"
"Of course. You can get my number from your- never mind. I'll give it to you." Letting go, she went to her purse. "I don't have a pen, so you'll have to settle for eyeliner."
"No problem. As long as it's smudgeproof." Whitney laughed, handing him the torn small piece of paper.
"Don't loose that."
"Yeah, I bet there's a lot of guys who'd want this." Whitney held her tounge, thinking of Taylor. She glanced at her watch. "I know I'm tired." He said changing the subject. Whitney nodded. She hadn't noticed until he had said something. "Okay. Good night." He cupped her face in his hands, and gave her a light kiss. Just him touching her and her stomach knotted.
"Good night." At that moment the door opened, and Diana poked her head in.
"Hi you guys." She looked at them both, studying. "Whitney, I'm going to have to scratch our classes, at least for a while. I'm completely exhausted. Do you mind if I just take you home?"
"Not at all. Let me get my stuff."
"Met me out in the van."
"Kay." Whitney got her music and put her shoes in her bag, then went back to Isaac. "I'll hear from you soon?"
"Sooner than later." Nodding, Whitney opened the door.
"Fine. Good night, Isaac."
"Good night Whitney." They left the room in opposite directions. she wished she could stay and evesdrop on Isaac's next conversation. By the way he looked, she knew there were going to be some fireworks. She had to smile a little bit also knowing they were over her. When she got out to the dark van, it was then she let the tiredness take over. Letting her eyes close and her mind wander as Diana drove, she could only think that she was glad Diana was driving her home instead of in the house where the boys would probably be fighting loudly. She hoped their parents wouldn't find out- she might lose her job. She had to get Emily in the picture as soon as possible before it gets worse.
"Long day? Did it go any easier in there?" Whitney opened her eyes and looked at Diana.
"It went perfect. I think Zac actually started enjoying things." She flashed back to Zac improving, and doing a silly 'scarecrow' dance. "I'm beat for it too. I showed them my solo for the show. I think they liked it."
"I'm sure." Whitney blinked slowly, and then she was at her house. "Get some rest Whitney, and I'll see you later. Oh. Here." Another white envelope.
"Thanks. See you later. Good night, Diana."
"'Night." Whitney closed the door and trudged into her house.
"'Night dad. I'll tell you about it tomorrow."
"I think so." It had been a long time since he had seen his daughter walk like that. Almost too tired to walk. Was he letting her do too much?
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