Why oh why do I get all of the inspiration for my stories from GYM CLASS? I HATE GYM CLASS!

Thank you, gym class. I owe you so much. Too bad you're ruining my Straight A's because I keep getting a B in your class because I suck at physical activity. I guess I love you. You give me so much inspiration. And caused a big fight between me anda few people... but that will come in later chapters!

Eri (pronounced kind of like 'Ellie') Rena is an original character and is slightly based off of me…

I don't own any of the other characters though.

This story is in Eri's point of view.

Thank you to Pei-Chee who told me which title sounded better (It was between Secrets of the Dance and Dance, Dance. If you think I should change it, you can just tell me.)

-Secrets of the Dance-

Secret One:

There's no doubt about it.

I'm the biggest geek in school.

It's not that I'm not attractive or anything. I just have a 4.0 GPA and no social life. And I haven't conversed with a boy other then my brother or Uncles since fifth grade.

I am Eri Rena.

One day I had a lot of homework, meaning I had a pile of books in my hands higher then my head.

Having rocks thrown at you with your arms that full isn't a very pleasant experience.

I don't even know who was throwing the rocks at me. I just knew that it hurt—bad—and the boys throwing them at me were calling me mean names. I've always been taught not to cry… but I just lost it. I began crying my eyes our, dropping my books all over the ground. They laughed at me as I scrambled around, trying to pick them up, my long hair falling out of its usual tight bun.

"Hey! Quit it!" A voice—male—yelled as a final pebble hit me on the head. I looked up in time to see four boys run off and one helping me pick up my things.

I immediately got all clammed up and insecure, trying to tie my hair back up while wiping away my tears.

"You don't have to cry," the boy said, smiling. I couldn't respond. This boy looked so familiar. I thought I remembered him from a few of my classes. I was sure he was at least in my grade.

He was extremely cute.

Why was this cute boy helping me?

"Do you need any help carrying this stuff home?" the boy offered.

My mouth felt like it was glued shut, so I shook my head 'no'. He handed me my books as I stood up.

"See you around," he concluded, still smiling.

I sure hoped so.

As I walked home, I regretted not accepting that boy's help. I regretted not thanking him.

I regretted not asking him what his name was.

Crap, why hadn't I asked him his name?

-

I have many secrets.

Secret Number One: Physical Education is my favorite class.

Everyone expects the nerds to hate gym, right? That's the stereotype.

Wrong.

I'm the best in my class.

Just another reason to hate me, I guess.

The worst part about gym?

That boy is in my class.

I almost barfed when I saw him during timed running the day after the rock incident. He winked at me and smiled, causing me to stumble a little bit. I tried to ignore him and focus on the last five minutes of running, but I couldn't help but notice him be consumed by a mob of girls in the corner of my eye.

Figures. He's probably a man whore or something.

What did I expect? How could somebody so adorable not be popular?

But I couldn't help not being disappointed that he wasn't a shy little nerd like me.

Running ended and I walked over to the female gym teacher to get instruction on what we were doing next. I felt a tap on my shoulder but ignored it, afraid it was that boy. I sat down behind a group of giggling girls as Sensei cleared her throat.

"Settle down," she commanded. The boy's teacher walked over to us from the other side of the gym.

"Our next unit is going to require teamwork and flexibility of the mind and body," he announced. "It will also be co-ed."

Immediately there was a huge uproar. We normally separated genders aside from running.

Something bad was happening.

I could tell.

"The unit we are starting is… dance."

My stomach dropped and I wanted to scream.

Dance? That was so unfair! Since when was dance required in gym class?

This was not good.

"You will be assigned group mates and you will have one week to make up a dance. Then you will perform for your classmates," Sensei explained.

This was worse then bad.

This was utterly horrible.

I felt numb and unaware of anything as Group 1 was assigned. I barely heard my name being called as the third member of Group 2.

Makato and Sari, the popular girls that were first called in Group 2, snickered and rolled their eyes at me as I stood next to them. This was not the first time that had happened, so I pretended to not notice.

Next was Tomo, who stomped up next to me. He seemed angry. I assumed that, being known as the school bully, that dance angered him as much as it angered me.

Then Fuku, another nerd, was called. He stood next to Tomo.

"The last member of Group 2… Yuki Sohma?" Sensei called, reading off of her clipboard.

I almost wet my pants.

It was that boy.

My eyes fell to the ground in embarrassment as he stood next to Makato, still smiling that perfect smile.

I am not sharing my… secret… with him.

At least now I know what his name is.

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Short, yes. The next chapter gets better. I have big plans for this story.

Thank you for reading!

Brenna

+The Girly Man+