Baylor's POV

I ran to my last period because the teacher had kept us in late. Sadly this was one of the only blocks I had with Lance and Reid. I sighed realizing that Xavier wouldn't even be there. Wiley would though so I think that will be much better then suffering alone and also quite bored. When I went to the change room I decided that the guys needed to know not to mess with me. I stripped off my shorts and changed them for black, skintight booty shorts that covered my butt but just barely. I got a black v-neck and pulled my hair into a messy bun at the top of my head.

I exited the change room and entered the room where lots of guys eyes drifted. I couldn't say that I didn't blush at the attention but I also held mischievous glint in my eyes. I ran to our lines and I sat down near the middle. Even Reid looked at my weirdly, even Lance did. Were they checking me out?

Jesus Christ they beat me to a pulp before and never cared until I had new clothes and a nice haircut. I was about to go and hurt someone for thinking that just because changed my look doesn't mean that I changed my personality you assholes. I slid down onto the floor where I usually sat. More people came in and they sat around me. I was playing with my new hair and I didn't realize that Wiley had come up to me with a small smile. I offered her a half smile before pulling at my hair again.

"I like your hair," Wiley spoke quietly.

I flashed her a smile and then talked to her for a while about girl stuff and then the gym teacher called us to our positions. Right now we were doing our dance unit and I was really happy because I take four different kinds of dance. Sighing happily I went to where the teacher blew his whistle, signalling everyone to pay attention.

"Okay everyone," he said in a booming voice, "We are doing couple dancing so paid up and get working. The criteria is it has to be at least two minutes long and it can be whatever dance you want it to be. We have the song from last time."

I sighed and looked around at the males in the room, most had already paired up and all that was left was Lance and Reid, and me and Wiley. I sighed and was about to go to Lance because I knew that Wiley couldn't handle him but Reid grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto one of the mats. I gave Wiley an apologetic look but she gave me a small nervous smile. I huffed and turned to face Reid.

"What's wrong, Um?" Reid asked.

I didn't answer him. I didn't answer to that awful name that I hated with such a burning passion that it surprised myself. "Um?" He asked again.

"My names Baylor," I snapped.

He held his hands up in a surrender kind of way and I smirked. Getting down on the floor I stretched my back and I could see Reid's blatant staring at my ass, so I did something bold. I stood and then went into middle splits. I grabbed both of my feet with my hands then started left and right splits. I warmed up my arms and then turned to Reid who looked shocked.

"So I was thinking contemporary, it's my dance major," I stated more then suggested.

He nodded, "I'm actually pretty good at dance."

I smirked at that. "Okay so how about we do something like this," I started dancing.

I held my foot up and kept it there with my hands in a formation and my head down. I bent my knee and kicked up several times, then went down into right splits, skidding up I jumped and did other contemporary moves and before I knew it people were looking at me with wide eyes. I looked and did an aerial followed by a cart wheel then did a quadriplegic back handspring followed by a back flip. I landed and held my stance.

Clapping resounded without the gym and the teacher look at me then smiled, which was something that he didn't do that often. I smiled right back and then turned to Reid's dumbfounded expression. "Can you at least try to keep up?" I remarked.

He shook his head back and forth looking like he was having an inner battle with himself, "That was... Nice."

I scoffed, "Thanks. Now mind helping me with the lifts?"

He nodded then we practiced some of the lifts, I had to say that he did pretty well but he was a little rusty. Still when I had to touch him it was like pure muscle like holy crap I think he was a rock or something. When we were getting ready to get changed I walked into the change room and then looked down at the cuts and bruises.

"I'm not a ashamed, I'm gonna show my scars," I started singing.

"I'm just a boy, I'm not a hero," I sang softly while putting on my clothes.

I continued to sing until I entered the gym when people looked at me weirdly. I didn't think I could sing good but everyone who's ever heard me says that I'm good. Which I'm not.

Sitting back down into my rows I smiled at the way Lance was looking at me. Apparently he hadn't noticed my short shorts, half top combo but he sure did now. He was watching my body like a hawk and a blush rose to my cheeks. When Reid noticed that Lance was looking at me like I was prey he smacked him on the back of the head and whispered something rapidly that I didn't quite pick up.

Reid turned back to me with a small smile but this was the guy who beat me yesterday. I was not ever going to let him into my life. He hurt me and told me that I was worthless. Well now if he wants anything to do with me, he will have to work for it.

And even then I probably still wouldn't accept any kind of communication with him. Good luck with this Reid.