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A kiss is your undoing.
..." she hummed a bit again, nodding her head a little back and forth with the music.
Charles had just begun to read again, when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He answered it, and saw with a melancholy relief that it was his ex, Rachelle. "Hello? Yes, hey, thanks for calli- What?" There was a long pause. "I-I don't.... No, I'm not saying-- Ok, for one sec- no, you listen to me. This needs to stop... I don't care! Just- no, please, I, hello? Hel- fuck." He snapped the phone closed, and threw it onto the desk. He then put his hands in a bridge and rested his face on them. Don't you just love Mondays?
Jess couldn't help but hear the argument. She turned her chair silently to face him. And scooted closer. She leaned in a bit, trying to meet his eyes. "Girlfriend?" She asked, cautiously.
He didn't remove his hands from his face, but rather just talked through his fingers. "Apparently not anymore." His voice had none of the enthusiasm that it normally had, and his eyes were vacant. "We had a fight, and she didn't really want to continue on with the relationship anyway, so I just got dumped." He dropped one of his hands flat onto the table, and put the other one through his hair. "I just don't know how I can keep handling this, you know?"
Jess was surprised. She'd never seen him so... vulnerable. She half wanted to kiss him right there. But no, that wasn't quite so doable. But what was..... Jess leaned forward, out of her chair, and grabbed his hand. "Get up." She ordered, "We're going to dance. Press shuffle." She held out her iPod to him.
Charles looked up at his student, and then down at his hand. "Dance, huh?" He shook his head a little. "You know what? Sure, I'd love to." He set the iPod to shuffle songs, and let Jess pull him to his feet.
"Here's how this works. You make up the stupidest possible dance moves - bring back all the oldies - and completely make a fool of yourself." She smiled at him. "No matter what comes up, we dance, got it?"
"Hey, I'm not that old. My dancing is still fresh and current." He then wished he could take back those stupid words as Feel Good Inc. came on. 'Well, I hope that the white-boy hustle is still acceptable...'
Trying to help him feel at ease, Jess busted out the good old sprinkler, grooving like a fool. "Windmill, Windmill for the land. Turn forever hand in hand, take it all there on your stride. It is sinking, falling down..." "C'mon, Mr. Wales, confidence is sexy."
Charles looked at this girl, this beautiful and confident girl dancing her heart out. She filled him with spirit, and he decided, the hell with it, you'll get over the girlfriend thing. Just live for right now. "Alright, I'll show a little confidence." Oh, she'll be sorry after she sees this. And with that, Charles showed just how white he was.
Jess laughed, lipsyncing to the song as she "snorkeled" and "peace waved" left and right, pausing only to "ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" maniacally.
Charles was really getting into it now that Jess was upstaging his bad dancing. He had lost all abandon, and was actually unaware of any of his past problems. That is, until his missed a step too many, and went stumbling backwards. He reached out to grab the nearest object to steady himself... which at that moment, was Jess.
He fell into his chair, and she fell promptly on top of him. He stared at her in embarrassed shock, before finally being able to say something to diffuse the awkwardness. "Well.... I told you that I was a bad dancer...."
Jess blushed but laughed. She'd never been so close to him and - while incredibly exciting - it was beginning to feel less awkward. "No worries," she grinned, tapping his nose teasingly as she popped up. "In fact-" she took her own seat. "I challenge you to a seated dance off." She smirked. "One round seated and one round standing and using the chair. What do you say?" Her hand hovered above the next button.
Charles didn't see the harm in it.