30 Days of Dalton

I’ll take “David Meets Katherine” for 500. XD

David meets Katherine and/or their first date: Twirling

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Come on, David. You’re cool, right? You just gotta clean a little bit, shut Montgomery up some. Hell, it won’t take that long. I just gotta see my mom today. I’d do it if I could, you know it, bro. Come on. 

David grumbled to himself, pulling the broom along towards the auditorium. He knew he was being jerked around. He knew Lloyd didn’t have to see his mom, he was going to go pick up his girlfriend. Leaving David to do all the cleanup “punishment” that the whole gang was supposed to be doing.

And like a good little minion, he just went along with it.

Life’s miserable but it’d be more miserable if I get on their bad side, he decided glumly.

He entered the auditorium to find it mostly empty, the dance club picking up their bags and leaving—mass of girls and guys in tights. David looked at the aisles and seating areas and found that remnants of the latest event (the Principal’s speech earlier that morning) were still there. 

Awesome. He glumly pulled the broom along and began to clean up.

Onstage, there remained movement. A slim girl with brown hair pulled up in a ponytail was twirling gracefully. She looked like a porcelain ballerina on those old music boxes.

Fascinated, David sat down on one of the chairs and watched. He’d seen this girl before, on performances. This was Katherine, the best dancer. Everyone kept wondering why she was always placed off to the side when she clearly could out dance the current lead.

He watched her dance, mesmerized, for a few moments, until she abruptly stopped. She shaded her eyes from the lights. “Hello?” she called. “Excuse me, this is kind of still closed practice!”

David laughed. “What do you mean closed? School auditorium. Anyone could’ve walked in.”

“Sorry, but when dance club has time, it’s closed.” She frowned, hands to her hips. “I’m still practicing.”

“And I’m sorry, but I was ordered to clean up,” David answered.

Katherine lowered her hand, scrutinizing him. “David, right? One of those guys?”

So they’re “those guys” now. Glorious. His parents would go into conniptions. “…yeah, I guess.”

“Their little errand guy?” she smirked. “Let me guess. Your “best friends” dumped all the work on you?”

Man that girl had nerve. Most people wouldn’t dare towards any of “those guys”. David smiled tiredly. “Yeah, that’s right.”

She paused a little, toe tracing a circle on the stage floor. “Yeah, I bet they did.” She said it like she knew how it felt. She shrugged and said, “I’m still practicing. So…whatever, take a break or something.”

“I am. I’ll just sit and watch, not gonna bother you.”

“Your staring is bothering me.”

“Why? You’re really good.”

She stopped. “…what?”

“I said you’re good. Like. Really good. People always ask why you’re not the lead.”

Katherine looked both startled and strangely pleased at the same time. “…people say that?”

“I’m one of “those guys”. I hear everything.” David shrugged with a grin.

Katherine contemplated him. After a moment, she lifted her head. “Fine. You can stay. But stop staring so hard.” And resumed what she was doing.

David, as he watched, wondered if that was possible at all.