All Chapters of Dancing in his Storm: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AMBROSE  “That doesn’t seem right.” The words echoed inside my head, but I couldn’t let them out of my mouth. It seems like there’s a lump in my throat that wouldn’t let me spit out the words. I tried to find the strength to tell Phil that this wasn’t a good idea, but I didn’t want to seem weak and hypocritical. Phil began to swing the bat into the air as if he was trying to swing it at someone and that someone was August. Marlon seems to be with Phil. I was the one who had been fantasizing horrible things to do to August, but now it feels utterly cruel to see and hear it come out of Phil. Phil seemed like he was itching to smash that baseball onto someone’s torso. I don’t have any qualms about the fact that he’s got my back, but I feel like this isn’t his shit. This is my shit, and I should be the one planning my own battle. 

AMBROSE  August quickly got into his fighting stance, and even though I didn't need to do any of that, I felt like I just had to play this early round and make August feel the need to be alert. I went on my fighting stance as well, but I didn't waste time. I was already inching my way to deal a punch, and he was lucky enough to have dodged it. After that snappy dodge from him, I was quick to change course; I managed to land my fist on his chest. It was a weaker punch because I didn't have enough time to gather up some strength, and August looked fine after it. He jumped a distance away from me, and we ended up roaming around in a circle for about a minute. I may have underestimated this guy, so I decided to mirror his moves and waited for the right opening. I kept my eyes locked on his arms and fist for a while. August was about to send a punch, but I saw right through it and dodged it perfectly before eventuall

AUGUST  The night carried on with me, unable to keep Ambrose out of my head. I tried to convince myself that it was just a casual kiss and there was nothing more to it. I kept on telling myself that Ambrose just got carried away by the moment and that he didn't mean to do what he did. I even said to myself that he hated me the most and that he'd continue making my life a living hell. But then there's also this small part of me hoping there's something from that kiss. It was instead a tiny seed of delusion considering the fact that I haven't seen any signs of Ambrose possibly liking a guy. I even remembered him bullying Jessie, and that alone gave me the notion that he might be homophobic. I brought my wet uniform to the laundry and thought this might distract me from thinking about Ambrose. I don't know how much this uniform costs. I'm sure it's a bit expensive because of the material that it's made of, but even

AUGUSTI’m not even surprised about the fact that I am having a fever today. Yesterday was definitely a rough and muddy experience that I would probably remember for the rest of my life. It is more of a rollercoaster ride if I’m going to try and describe it. The day wasn’t that much exciting just like how when the ride starts at a slower pace without the thrill until it eventually reaches the first slope and that’s when everything starts to become exciting and horrifying at the same time. The first slope was when Ambrose and his friends all cornered me at the parking lot and from there on, it was a bumpy ride.I don’t even know who won that duel but I am leaning towards the fact that it was a draw. Ambrose and I had our fair share of punches rolled. Despite of that, Ambrose was really born to do this angsty and violent stuff. He knew what he was doing and he’s really strong packing some painful punches and his brute force is de

AUGUST “August?! You didn’t tell me you were coming,” Mary spat as she rushed her way out of the door. She seemed quite surprised at my sudden appearance, and honestly, I would be too.“Yeah, I was just about to pass by when I remembered we haven’t actually talked to each other in a while.” I went on. Mary had already grown on me in the short time that we hanged out. That’s not surprising considering the fact that we share something in common. She doesn’t know that I’m gay, but I know that she likes girls too, and that’s enough for us to have an unspoken understanding of each other. I have this certainty in me that our friendship will still grow to a budding flower. We just had to take things separate