Dancing in Circles (Circles Trilogy)

DANCING

in

CIRCLES

by

Victoria Adams

Circles Trilogy

Dancing in Circles

Circles Divided – release date – Spring 2013

Circles Interlocked

http://www.amazon.com/Circles-Interlocked-ebook/dp/B005S8LI46

copyright © 2012 Victoria Adams 2012

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To

To cp
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, beta reader
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and friend
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– Mart and Melissa

Dear Reader,

I am a storyteller, not a writer. With that in mind, Dancing in Circles is written in a different point of view from what you may be used to reading. The majority of romances are written in third person limited or first person. Writer speak for how close the focus is to the characters. I step further back and have written this in omniscient. There are many who will vehemently complain that I don't follow the conventions of traditional writing, and I accept that they have their opinion. But as I said, I am a teller of stories.

I believe a romance is so much more than two people. Family, friends and society affect the lives of the lovers. Everyone's actions and thoughts intermix to create the world that the main characters must negotiate their way through to get to the final moment of – And they lived happily ever after.

Victoria

DANCING IN CIRCLES

"Have you seen the new guy? We're talking stud material." Tricia sighed as she texted and walked with her friends down the school hallway. "That body...that face...those eyes."

"We are aware of his anatomical structure." Francine sniffed. "I don't think he's all that great."

"You?" Tricia put her hand on her chest. "Francine Paulin, are rejecting the most perfect assemblage of male anatomy in this whole deprived – or is it depraved – school?"

"What aren't you telling us?" Jennifer popped the top on her lip-gloss-of-the-month and coated her lips with Swanky Pink. "Oh God. Ssh. Here he comes." The subject of their discussion headed in their direction.

Tricia leaned closer to Jennifer. "The gods did right by this one. He's got to be 6'2" or more, and his chest looks like it's going to burst right through his shirt."

Heather looked at her shoes and whispered, "Never seen eyes that dark before. She glanced out of the corner of her eye. "They're…so sexy."

Sexually intriguing.
Julie stiffened at her thought.
What the…?

Francine rolled her eyes. "Grotesque. Jeans and a T-shirt, in Westland Prep. I know we don't wear uniforms, but come on, show some level of civility. And his hair is much too long." She flicked her silky, long black hair over her shoulders. "Definitely not up to the standards of Westland Prep."

With everyone deep in their thoughts, silence fell on the five young women who defined this clique: Tricia, the bouncy brunette and co-captain of the cheerleading team.

Francine, the sophisticated member, known to be harshly judgmental and fiercely proud of her family's wealth.

Blue eyed and blonde, Jennifer, the school's gossip queen and social committee president.

Petite Heather's long brown hair covered her shoulders and the sides of her face like a protective coat. She was the quiet member.

And Julie, the dreamer, whose chestnut-brown hair sweeps against her shoulders but today was pulled back off her ivory-skinned face. Her long silken lashes framed her dark brown eyes.

They'd been friends since preschool. They dressed to the latest codes, and dated the right boys. To them, prep school was the period between high school and marriage. A time to hunt for the perfect date, shop and enjoy life. Prepping for college was the last thing on their minds.

Tricia broke the silence. "Jennifer, you know everything about everybody. Start talking."

Jennifer dropped her iPhone 4 into her purse. "Well, Addison said that Zoe said that Janai got it straight from...bell. Gotta go. Got Spanish. Must conjugate another verb. Adios."

Tricia grabbed Jennifer's arm. "DREAMS - 3:30. Julie's treat this time."

"Pardon?" Julie raised her eyebrows.

Tricia, Heather and Jennifer batted their eyelashes at her.

"All right." She shook her head. "How can I refuse those angelic faces?"

"Girls, am I mistaken, or didn't the bell just ring?" The principal, Mr. Morris, stood beside them with his hands on his hips.

"Going, sir." Francine waved.

"Going, sir." Heather scurried off to Drama.

"Gone." Tricia winked.

While she and Julie walked to Mrs. Wolmsley's English class, Tricia chatted about the new boy as dating material. "Wonder what it'll take to meet him? He's so hot. Wonder if he's got any secrets? And did you see those tats? I so want to know what's under that T-shirt."

"His chest." Julie grinned at Tricia.

"Yes, but I bet it's a chest to die for. And ripped abs. Ooh, I think my toes are tingling."

"Julie."

She turned at the sound of her boyfriend. "Hey, Chris." She signalled to Tricia to continue, as she tucked her arm into her latest boyfriend's.

Tricia glanced back and smiled then continued to English.

***

As Julie walked to her desk, she glanced at Tricia perched on the new student's desk. Julie admired Tricia's nerve. She couldn't charge over and talk to him. She'd be too nervous and would probably do something horribly embarrassing like burping in the middle of her sentence. Julie shuddered and slipped onto her desk chair.

With her grey hair pulled back in a bun, Mrs. Wolmsley entered the classroom.

Giggling all the way to her seat, Tricia sat behind Julie, who turned to speak to her but stopped.

"Class." The teacher stood at the front of the room. "Today I'm assigning independent projects. You may work solo, or with a partner."

She turned, picked up a piece of chalk and spoke while she wrote. "Due date is this Friday." She underlined this three times. "You have today's period to begin your research. Julie Anderson, which do you choose?"

"Solo, please."

The teacher called off names from her class list. Most students requested a partner. "Tricia Graham?"

"Partner. And I'd like it to be the new student, Robert."

He looked up then shrugged.

As Julie turned to congratulate her friend on her sexy catch, she was surprised to feel a small spot, deep inside burning with envy. She blinked, shook her head and switched her thoughts to Christopher – handsome, wealthy family, football team captain and all-star quarterback. With luck, they might be this year's Homecoming King and Queen.

When she'd finished organising the students, Mrs. Wolmsley handed out the assignments and dismissed the class. The crowd of students wandered in the direction of the library, their locker or an exit. Julie pushed open the library door, walked past Mr. Hartzfeld, the librarian, towards the tables at the back. When she passed Tricia and Robert, he'd spread out his books to work on the assignment while Tricia played with her pen and chatted. Julie smiled then settled down to work at an empty table one row over.

***

"Am I good? Or am I good?"

Julie glanced at Tricia.

"He asked me to the dance." She hitched a hip onto the table and leaned closer. "I love your earrings."

"You mean he spoke? He didn't just shrug his shoulders?"

Tricia nodded. "You know, he's got the most adorable pierced ear, killer eyes, and I haven't even begun to describe his body. I think I'm in lust." Sighing, she returned to work with Robert.

Julie rolled her eyes and continued with her research until the bell rang. She picked up her book and headed for biology.

"Does she always talk that much?" A deep voice behind her startled her.

She turned, and stared into Robert's dark eyes. "Uh, yes." Why did her knees feel weak? "I...I'm surprised you got a word in to ask her to the dance."

"Had to ask her, just to shut her up." There was a disgruntled edge to his voice. Robert held the door open for her.

Julie's legs ignored her command to walk. She regained her composure, entered the room, passed Francine's desk and went to her seat. She didn't greet her friend. Instead, she puzzled over what happened. What caused her hesitation? Had he noticed it? Had anyone else?

"Put your assignments on my desk." Mr. Parks, the biology teacher, pointed towards an inbox as he clicked off the student's names as they entered. Attendance completed, class seated, he looked up from his computer. "Did anyone not hand one in?"

Robert put up his hand.

"And why not?"

"'Cause I didn't get it done." He slouched low in his desk at the back of the room, isolated from the rest of the students. His long legs stretched out into the aisle.

"You were given a simple assignment. It should've taken no more than two hours to complete. This isn't high school. It's college prep. If you cannot keep up—"

"I didn't have time." Robert sat up, rested his arms on his desktop and glared at his teacher. "I arrived in this school three days ago, and got handed two weeks' worth of stuff to get caught up on. Trust me, I get this isn't high school."

"Two weeks' worth can't be that much. A few extra hours after school."

"I ain't Westland. Gotta work to feed myself and put a roof ov
er my head. For the past two nights, I've been doin' my homework after I get home from work. Been stayin' up to three in the mornin'. Had about four fu ─ miserable hours of sleep in the past two nights."

He ran his fingers through his hair. "Got calc and English done. I'll probably end up stayin' up 'til three again gettin' bio done." He inhaled and released it. "Right now I'm tired and pis ─ and I certainly don't feel like puttin' up with gettin' yelled at for not doin' my work, 'cause that's all I've done
!"

Julie looked out the window.
He speaks.

"I'll speak with you after class. Open your books to chapter three. Plant Systematics." Mr. Parks snapped open his textbook and searched for the page.

Robert brooded until the end of day bell sounded. The class stood and shuffled out of the room. Except Robert.

Francine waited for Julie. "Imagine, letting him into Westland."

Julie half-nodded. She was used to her friend's attitude - unless you grew up in Westland, you were unworthy of attending Westland Prep. She glanced back into the classroom. Robert was leaning on a desk, arms crossed, glaring at the teacher. Turning in the direction of her locker, she wondered if there'd be one less student in biology tomorrow.

***

By 3:45, the five friends settled into a booth at the restaurant, DREAMS. "Okay, the waitress is over there. Start talking." Tricia propped her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hands.

"What?" Jennifer batted her eyelids.

"Him. Who is he? What is he?" babbled Tricia. "Is he sleeping with s
omebody? Is somebody sleeping with him? Does he like brunettes named Tricia?"

"All right, all right. Well Addison said that Zoe─"

"We know that. Zoe said that Janai said what?" Tricia and Heather shouted.

"His name is Robert. Kristal said that she heard Ma
ddi tell Ashley...."

The waitress coughed interrupting her monologue.

"Uh, Diet Cokes all around." Julie pointed at everyone.

"I've got a date with him Friday night." Tricia's smile spread across her face.

Francine flicked her hair over her shoulders. "He and Parks had a disagreement in bio today."

"Wait a sec." Jennifer held up her hand. "Tricia gets a date, and Francine watches him fight with a teacher?"