"Babe! Where you been? Usually you're 2 hours early, not 1!" Rachael joked.
"Oh shut up, you're here too aren't you?" Jenna replied, tossing her purple duffel bag into her locker. Both Rachael and Jenna sit in their assigned spots on the dance floor next to each other and wait for Ms. Fraim to arrive. Ms. Fraim was Rachael and Jenna's very strict dance instructor. She knew all there was to know about dancing, and she wasn't afraid to show it. Both Rachael and Jenna attended an extremely exclusive dance school, and they had to act like it. The slightest errors can get you kicked out and replaced, so all who attended always put their best foot forward. Teaching at such a high end school gave all the teachers a bad no-tolerance attitude, including Ms. Fraim. And if there's one thing she hates, its tardiness. All the students made it their business to be early, especially these two dancers.
Jenna had to give it her all to get into this school, and lateness isn't getting her kicked out. In her first year, Jenna swore she would never do anything that could get her kicked out, no matter how tempting. That's why Jenna's sitting in her same spot, three years since she's made this promise. And next to her is a ball of fire in a pink leotard named Rachael.
When Rachael was younger, all her teachers in Australia were amazed by her flexibly, grace, and raw talent. She was so good, that she moved in with her distant older cousin in Canada to go to this school. Rachael didn't work hard to get into this school, but she's been doing all she can to stay. Rachael wasn't one for following rules, but watching three beautiful dancers getting kicked out on her first day made her reconsider her careless ways. As a veteran, Jenna took an interest in Rachael and showed her the ropes. Even though Rachael is chock full of jokes (and usually sugar), they both seemed to have survived two months together. And as they conversed while patiently waited the arrival of their teacher, a subject came up.
"What's your type?" Rachael asked curiously
"Excuse me?" Jenna s
Replied, tugging at her black skirt she wears whenever she wears leotards.
"You know your type. The kind of boys you like. Or girls, I don't judge"
"Oh shut up Rach!" Jenna smiled and lightly punched Rachael in the arm.
"Okay, okay. So what is it?"
"I don't have time for boys, and neither do you!" Jenna said rolling her eyes.
"Hey, there's always time for fun if you deserve it. You need a little fun anyways"
"Hey, I have fun! You know I'm no party pooper!" Jenna retorted.
"I meant you could really use some /fun/" Rachael said, wiggling her eyebrow.
Understanding what Rachael was implying, Jenna immediately lost eye contact and turned a light shade of red.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Rachael laughed.
"Oh, just leave me be Rach"
"Not my fault you need to get some."
"Shut up, I don't need that right now."
"It would get that huge pole out of your ass so we could finally break some rules..."
"Well excuse me for not wanting to leave this place!"
"I know, but I never get to have any fun here." Rachael said pretending to be upset.
"We're here to learn. We aren't here to have fun." Jenna sighed. "How about this? I'll take you out for pizza tonight. YOUR treat." Jenna said with a wink.
"Fine, I'll pay, but you owe me a sleep-over Ms. Maple Syrup, eh?"
"Alright, alright. Hush, Ms. Fraim is here." Jenna whispered as both girls straightened their postures and sat at attention.
"Class, I'm leaving for a week on my vacation for the year. While I'm gone, I'm going to be leaving you in quite capable hands. Your new instructor, Mr. Sohinki, will be demonstrating dances to strengthen your techniques. This will increase your flexibility and limit dancing injuries. I will be spitting his teaching style today, and he will be maintaining the class in my absence starting tomorrow. And with that introduction, please welcome your new teacher for the week, Mr. Sohinki." Mr. Sohinki opens the door and enters the dance studio, walking onto the stage.
Jenna couldn't concentrate on Mr. Sohinki's greeting; she was too busy taking in the view places before her. His lean body structure, his pale skin, his sexy face; she let it all sink in. Jenna felt as her cheeks grew warm and her favorite red leotard became itchy. When Mr. Sohinki, finished his introduction, Jenna was snapped back into reality by a sharp clap. "Now please line up and let's get started!" Mr. Sohinki said enthusiastically. Jenna then decided he has a sexy voice too.
