Short Story (Cerpen)

First Dance

Category: Romantic Short story

Title: First Dance

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“Woopz..”

I fell out of bed because the sound of the alarm shocked me. I knew this would be the start of my bad luck when I saw this showing at 8 am. It means I'm sure late. I immediately rushed off to hell, I mean my school. That place is terrible. I wonder, schools should be places to seek knowledge, but here, schools are places to show off power, fame and wealth. It's magical!

Sure enough, this school is deserted. Not because of the holiday, but because everything has entered the class to follow the lessons that they actually did not really follow. For upper-class students, entering a class is just a formality. Furthermore, if they arrive at graduation they only need to pay thousands of dollars and get a diploma with a satisfactory value. And money matters are trivial to them. Greatable.

All right, it's time for me to go to class carefully and not distract them. It was a pity that Nathalie's magic-grandmother saw me and made all eyes on me.

“Hai..” my handkerchief as possible.

Mrs. Brooklyn looked at me sharply. I bowed and said, “sorry I'm late today.”

“She last night mopped the floor of her magnificent restaurant, that's why she was late.” Ejek Nathalie's. Everyone laughs.

“Stop! Since you're one of the best students, you're forgiven. Now sit down.” Mrs. Brooklyn is not a teacher. L like it.

I know everybody doesn't like it if Mrs. Brooklyn just forgave me. But, who cares?

This music. Stamp this. And this rhythm, as if it were fused with my bones. My body was winding in unison with the tone of the Mp3 Player I was playing.

“Keren!!” Justin gave me a compliment.

“Thank you.” My heart turned off the music and wiped my sweat that was pouring out.

“Hey, you know. Two more months there's a dance race at our school. You have to come.”

“you're kidding? it's just my hobby, not a race. I'm not too good for the race and I'm not that brave anyway.” I-i refused.

“Evelyn Wild Gibson's. You have to take part in this race. You have great movement and it's natural.”

I'm silent. “well, I'll think about it later.” Defense weakens.

“that's my new best friend.” Justin Excited.

After getting everything done, I went to the restaurant where I worked. Besides students, I am also a servant. Not a waitress in a magnificent restaurant like Nathalie said, but rather a cafe that is more like a hole in the wall, where it narrows between a 5-star restaurant and a distribution of expensive clothes. My uncle who in fact owns this restaurant just wants to prove the equality between the upper class and the lower class. That's why he didn't want to move his restaurant. This restaurant has been passed down for decades.

I only work half a day, for Fridays and Saturdays I have to drain my energy because I work one full day and I have a Sunday off. It was the most crowded day in the restaurant. My uncle said, I'm a 16-year-old and I need time to at least have fun with my only friend Justin Dylan Parker. My uncle is the best uncle in the world.

Sometimes Justin helps me out at restaurants for nothing. We've been friends since Junior High, that's why there's no awkwardness between us. Justin was really a best friend, always there when I needed to, always giving his shoulder to me crying, and of course there were times when I was happy.

Lucas Mc curtney's. He's my dream man. Basketball athletes, tall, and have perfect face sculptures. I've loved it since Junior High. I'm crazy about her. Just so you know, one of the reasons I want to work at uncle's restaurant, is because Lucas always comes here and every chance I have is always serving him. Unfortunately, he always forgets my name every time he meets, but at least he knows me and he knows that I'm in class with him. Lately I often find a rose in my locker and there is a message there that shows where the mysterious sender is. I can't believe I have a secret fan.

Lucas. Surprisingly he was always in the exact location where the mysterious sender wrote down. Just for example, yesterday he wrote that he would be at my uncle's restaurant at 9 Am. Fortunately, Justin volunteered to help me out at the restaurant so I could be more alert in case my secret fan came along. Sure enough, Lucas came with his friends, even though his arrival was 2 hours late, at least it made me happy.

Today my secret fan will be in the cafeteria at 1 pm. It was my lunchtime with Justin, so I didn't mind going there with Justin at all. I saw a horde of Lucas and his new friends coming, and Nathalie always clings to him like a parasite. I looked at the watch in my hand. Exactly at 1 pm. Lucas smiled at me and I replied. Looks like my dream with Lucas is coming soon. Cool!

I don't know how many times I've told Justin about my secret fans and all the matches that led to Lucas. But it seems like this time Justin is getting tired of hearing my babble and then divert the conversation.

“Eve, the race will be held in 3 weeks. But take it easy, I belong to the committee and I've got a number for you.” Justin chewed his sandwich and blinked one eye.

“What? why are you just saying now?” My fizz.

“i think you know, take it easy 3 weeks is enough time for you to train. Even without training I'm sure you'll win it.” His words gave encouragement.

“No Justin, I'm not that great, I still have to practice.” I grumbled in annoyance.

“Then practice it, I will accompany you whenever you want,” he said and I nodded happily.

A week passed, but there were no more roses in my locker. It makes me sad and disappointed. Honestly speaking, my secret fan was one of my motivations for the race.

Race began. The atmosphere in the school is very crowded. A lot of good-looking guys came and I think the whole school came to watch this race. I got number 17 and the 10th contestant is performing at the moment, meaning there are 6 more contestants left until I perform. And that's my cue to replace my sneakers in the locker. How shocked I was when I saw my new shoes were badly damaged. I was so panicked that I called Justin.

“Justin”. I could say nothing and almost cried.

“hey, what happened?” justin's panicked voice was on the other end.

My voice vibrates. “Satuku. Somebody broke my shoes.” Cry broke.

“What's wrong, a few days ago I bought sneakers for you but I haven't had time to give them. Now remove your tears and quickly grab them in my locker.”

Justin, you're the best. I immediately closed our connection and rushed to my best friend's locker. Looks like Justin forgot something, there's a secret in his locker. Instantly I was surprised to see so many roses in Justin's locker. There's a little book next to the sneakers. I read it carefully, trying to digest what was written in the book and recall the recent events. Big secrets are revealed.

I was very satisfied with how I looked. Nothing can stop me when my veins come into contact with music. The audience also liked my performance. Proven by the clapping and standing applause from the judges. Soon I changed the costume to look sweet and elegant. The next event is the dance. To be honest, this is my first dance and anyone who wins the race will be welcome to dance in a specially prepared place with their partner and become a king and queen.

“hai Justin.” My broom.

“Hai.” Justin hugged me and I replied to him. “your performance is so awesome, I'm more sure you'll win it.” Further.

“Thank you. I guess I just did my best.” I smile.

“if I may know, who will be your partner at the dance later?” Justin asked.

“Now, maybe my secret fan.” We both laughed but a second later we saw a grim look on Justin's face.

Someone backstage called Justin.

“Alright, I think I should go now. I'm sorry I couldn't keep you company.”

“What's wrong, go.”

Justin hugged me for a moment and went to the source of the voice.

Stay on announcement. I really didn't expect. Justin is right, I'm the winner. In disbelief and trembling a little, I went on stage to receive the Trophy and wore all the accessories of the dance queen.

“Now is the time to call your king to accompany you to dance. Who's the lucky guy?” MC raised his voice to make the atmosphere more lively and then gave the Mic to me.

“I know, I don't deserve any of this, I mean this trophy, the crown and your applause. Even so, I'm very grateful. It's my first dance and since it's a special day, I want to dance with a special person too.”

I looked all over the room and the crowd grew louder, but I saw Justin coming out of the room who suddenly made me come down and chase him. Suddenly someone stopped my steps.

“Lucas!” Excruciate.

“Hai eve, you looking for me?”

“No, sorry I had to meet someone.”

“As if eve, you liked me since Junior High, didn't you?” lucas said, kissing the ridge of my hand

“Maybe, but not anymore.” I let go of his hand.

“apa? I mean why?”

I squinted, “you haven't even remembered my name Lucas, now I have to go.” I said and left immediately. I heard him swear and swear, but I kept walking away.

A few minutes later I was on the roof of the building, looking at the figure I knew lying down looking at the stars and using both hands as his head pads. I followed him looking up at the sky.

“Beautiful stars.”

Justin woke up and stood in front of me. I was surprised to see him standing with her.

“Eve, shouldn't you be dancing with the man of your dreams? Why are you here?”

“well, my dream man is here now. With me.”

His mouth was open wanting more explanation.

“Well Justin, I'm sorry I didn't realize it all this time, I mean in the cafeteria, locker room, restaurant, perpus.” I was silent for a moment. “You are my secret fan. You're my dream man.” My next.

Justin hugged me tight.

“Tak apa.” Justin let go of his embrace. “But, how do you know?”

I laughed amusedly. “Well, you're a stupid man.” Justin squinting. “lokermu”. My next.

It printed the letter A in its mouth and placed its right hand on its forehead as if cursing its happy recklessness.

“Alright, let's go down and join the others.” Justin pulled my hand gently.

“no, I want to stay here. Celebrating happiness. See the stars and dance with you.”

Justin smiled and touched my cheeks gently.

“Alright, do whatever you want”

“Wait.” I took something out of my wallet and pressed the Play button there.

Start to sound soft music. Perfect. We started dancing back and forth all night. Perfect love makes you feel perfect, but true love makes you perfect.

The End's