The Bad Boy's Dance Read Online Free

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                  I unlocked the door and entered. Mom was upstairs, and I could hear her scolding my little sister, Jodi. She was always grumpy when she got home after work. Dad was still at the firm, and I figured he’d be home late. Having a lawyer as a father meant he missed lots of meals.
                  I wandered into the kitchen and gulped a glass of cold water, quenching my thirst and irritation. Spencer joined me, munching on a family-size bag of Doritos. “You’re ridiculous,” I told him, wiping my mouth with my sleeve.
                  “You’re just jealous you can’t be this awesome,” Spencer replied.
                  “In what world is being a college student who decides to randomly come home and eat our food awesome?”
                  “My world, and that’s the only world that matters,” Spencer stated seriously, licking orange flavoring from his fingers.
                  I rolled my eyes and walked past my delusional brother. “Dinner’s at six!” he called after me.
                  “I live here, you moron!” I hollered.
                  “Spencer, Ivy, shut up!” my mom growled, stomping down the stairs. Oh, she was in her Kraken mood. Best to hide and watch out.
                  Scurrying up the stairs to my room, I shut the door and threw myself into bed. I only had a few papers to get signed, no homework.
                  Hauling my laptop to my knees, I clicked on the internet browser and stopped. Hmm. I didn’t have any social networking profiles, not anymore. But I did know Spencer’s!
                  Facebook easily let me into my brother’s profile, and I grinned in triumph. I could wreak so much havoc if I tried. He had thousands of friends.
                  Quickly, I typed in a name and waited.
                  Asher’s profile was very interesting. He didn’t have his hometown, location, where he went to school, or anything personal. That wouldn’t have been too weird by itself, but there was also the fact that he didn’t have any pictures taken in our neighborhood or school.
    Weird.
    He had even more friends than Spencer. I perused his photos lazily.
    He may be a presumptuous womanizer, but he’s hot!
    What was I doing? This was Asher Grayson. He was not someone to be trifled with. Even the Plastics, his very own posse, weren’t as familiar with him as they were with each other.
    I shut the laptop and pushed it to the dresser, settling into bed. I had a more pressing matter at hand. Could I join the NDT? It would bring back so many painful memories. My heart ached at the mere thought.
    Stop being a drama queen. You can do this. Just dance, get third place, and you’ll be free.
    But could I do it while partnered with the notorious criminal bad boy? To a casual observer it would seem like I wasn’t afraid of him, but that casual observer needed to visit an optometrist, stat. Speaking to him was easy when he made me mad, but other than that, I clammed up, my palms sweat, and my lungs retired.
    Plagued by my thoughts, I drifted asleep, only waking when I heard my mom calling me for dinner. Yawning, I shuffled downstairs and plopped in a seat across my brother. Spencer’s hair was light brown, just like mine, but where mine was long and straight, his was curly and short. Along with his apple green eyes, it gave him a boyishly innocent aura that was completely fake.
    Mom chatted with Dad- who’d surprisingly made it home for dinner- while Spencer and I tried to stab each other’s hands with our forks. He yelped when my fork sank into his skin and I shushed him before our parents noticed.
    “Don’t be such a sissy,” I snickered.
    “Frig you,” he hissed. He wouldn’t curse with our parents a foot away. I smiled angelically at him, earning myself another glare.
    Spencer did the dishes while I cleaned up. It was