“Sure, but don’t think you can keep me from making you stretch that leg today. I want a straight line, Claire. I know you can do it.”
Claire came towards Reese, her iPod in hand.
“I know, I’ve been practicing. I even put it in this dance.”
“Awesome, let’s see it then.”
After setting up the iPod, grungy music filled the studio. As Claire moved her body to it, Reese took her in while listening to the music. The lyrics were as hard hitting as the music was and soon took Reese back to a time that she usually tried to ignore.
"I have ADHD," Kevin said with a cheeky grin.
"No you don’t, you're a spaz." Reese laughed as she stretched her leg up into the air.
“No, really,” he said, bumping his shoulder into hers. “I really do, that’s why I’m always bouncing.”
“Whatever,” she said offhandedly, as she tried to control her breathing even though her shoulder was tingling from the carefree touch.
Since coming to Thomas Merry Dance Company, Reese had been on the fast track to the top—the only thing standing in her way was Kevin Eads. Director Merry had paired them to see if Reese meshed well with Kevin since most girls didn’t last long with him. His partner had graduated the month before Reese had come to TMDC, and Director Merry was convinced that Reese was the dancer to withstand him, since Kevin was a hard person to partner. From the moment she was told this, she knew she could handle him. She was ready for the challenge, but then she met him and her confidence went to hell, especially when she saw him dance. She knew she was in love.
Her crush on Kevin was disgusting, and being in the room with him had her belly in knots. Because of this, she tried to distract herself, practicing the main leg stretch for the performance. It didn’t work though. He was still staring at her, and he was stunning. Big brown eyes that could stop a girl in her tracks, long, blond hair that dusted his shoulders in a rebel way, which told her he didn’t give a shit if people told him to cut it. His body was a thing of the Gods. Toned arms and legs, with an eight pack that could make a girl come at just the sight of it. He was a dream, but when he danced, breathing wasn’t optional. He glided along the floor, his body strong, and his movement fluid. He was mesmerizing, but being a senior dancer meant one thing.
Hands off, especially when she was a freshman.
All the girls thought he was the most gorgeous thing in the world and he loved the attention, flirting with anything with tits, but never with Reese. She didn’t understand it. Even if it was against the rules and could get her in trouble, she still yearned for his attention. She dressed in skimpy dance clothes only for him, when she usually wore wear ratty ones. She even put on makeup, for God’s sake! What the hell was wrong with her? She was a good-looking girl, great ass, fantastic tits, and she could dance the socks off anyone, so why didn’t he flirt with her? They were great together; she knew that after only a week of dancing together. They joked, they teased, and they had a great time together. So what the hell was the problem?
"I really do hate this dance," he said, standing up and looking down at her.
Reese looked over at him and shrugged her shoulders.
"It’s okay," she said, standing up. "It could be better."
She hated saying that. She respected Demi, the choreographer of the dance, but she spoke the truth.
He flashed a wide grin, his eyes dark as he held her gaze.
"Oh yeah? How?"
Reese just shrugged again. She shouldn’t have said anything. This was her chance to show the company that she was a team player, that she was working material, but there she was, badmouthing the choreographer’s work, just to impress Kevin. God, she was an idiot.