I wouldn't call it stalking, I would call it admiring. Phil Lester was entrancing and moved like a swan. His plies made my heart skip a beat and the music he picked were songs that moved with meaning and emotions. I noticed Phil Lester when I was going to my old dance studio that had been closed. The dance studio had two huge rooms that where now filled with space and a void of spirit. I liked to go there after school when I didn't have dance practice at another studio. For a while I was the only one who even considered coming up here since it was a long way from the community, which is why it was probably closed. I had two empty dance rooms for myself but one day I showed up after school and a song was playing inside the studio. It freaked me out because someone had found my small safe sanctuary but I was intrigued because of the beautiful ballot being played. I remember the first time my eyes truly experienced a sight worth seeing. He was moving freely and dancing as if he was the only person in the world and it entranced me. I stood on the opposite side of the mirror, a place which was for parents to watch their children performing in secret, for his entire dance. He paused in mistakes and would mutter under his breath and repeat the entire dance until he was done. I questioned where he learned to dance with such accuracy and fluency and I wanted to dance with him. I wanted to experience his routine but only if he could teach me. I didn't practice that day, I went back home in fear of him seeing me and getting scared off. I didn't think he was from my school because surely I would have noticed a guy that gracious but in my luck he was. The whole school day the next day I searched every black haired guy that passed me in the hallway In search of the dancer. During lunch I had lost all hope because there was no sight of this guy. I tried to stop thinking about him and forced myself to study for the AP Lang assessment I had that day. I went to the library so that I would be forced to stop looking around at people and to stop thinking about the guy. Nobody that I knew had ever ate lunch at the library so I assumed I would be the only one up there, besides a few supervisors. That's where I noticed the similar black haired beauty sitting at a table alone with a book. He sat in glasses and a big saggy black sweatshirt that hid his whole perfected body. I would have sat with him but I assumed that would have been a little creepy since we haven't even met. I now knew he went to my high school and I probably had never taken a second glance at him but now he was my center of attention. He had taken the desk in the far corner of the library instead of any empty desks in the front which would of saved an extra step or two. Yes I am a dancer but I'm still to lazy to sit at the farthest desk from the door. I assumed he was shy because of his placement of sitting and the fact that he went to the same place, an abandoned studio, to dance his heart out. If you looked at him or me we probably look like the last people you would see dancing. Both extremely tall and not bulky just scrawny. I spent the rest of the day looking for him just to find out he was in my last period class. I usually zone out in French and talk to my best friend Zoe who is also a dancer at my studio. I've never really noticed anyone in the class and I probably wouldn't of noticed him because he sits in the last desk in the Corner. Not one person sits near him, leaving a space of a desk in between and I questioned why. I quietly asked Zoe who he was because I had never seen him before and she gave me a startled expression.
"You don't know about Bad Luck Lester?" She asked in French confused. I gave her a questioning head shake and she continued. "His name is Phil Lester but he got the nickname bad luck Lester in fifth grade. He's kind of a person that is always in the wrong place at the wrong time. When ever someone makes a connection with him something bad happens to them. Phil's last friend got into a car accident and everyone blamed him."
"Wait PJ who just recently got out of the hospital?" I asked
"Yeah. He blames Phil too. He had been warned about Phil Lester but wanted to prove everyone wrong which failed miserably. Nobody really knows about Phil's past because he distances himself from everyone. A lot of people make stories up about what they've experience after just making eye contact with the boy. Stay away from him he's trouble." She whispers to me as the teacher talks about the environmental impacts we are having, all in French.
How could someone with so much talent and beauty be a magnet for danger and trouble. I can't believe that, there's no way this boy is someone I should stay away from.

This is chapter one of my new book. Add it to your library because I'll be updating often. If you like dan and Phil go look at my other upcoming books and let me know if you want me to start any of those!