Clarke POV

I glossed over the job without much hope. I had tried almost everything on the board. There were always quicker workers for food service, always just friendlier people for anything in general. I threw my head and have a disheartened noise when I spotted something in the corner of my eye. A black corner jutted out from under layers of new postings. I leaned down and ripped it off several thumbtacks It read in bold white font "Young wanted. Must have a dance background. Audition date and times September 13-17th, 5pm-9pm. Come ready to learn choreography."

I clicked my phone which told me it was the 17th but it was only 3 pm. I breathed out and walked back up to my dorm room. I punched the address into my phone and figured it would only be about an hour because of traffic by Uber. I threw my hair up into a high pony and curled the ends to give a little more volume. I opted for minimal makeup so that it wouldn't be running down my face. The only problem that I ran into was finding cute clothes.

Now I had stuff that I worked out in, some of it was decent. Back when my mom had me in dance, I had plenty of clothing. Any of the clothes that I had brought with me were definitely out of style. I pulled out a pair of cropped leggings and sports bra with a sheer white tank top to make due. I called a uber and snatched a granola bar before going down to meet the ride down stairs.

The ride was fine, but a little slower than what she has anticipating. The car got off an exit I had never used, and the normal city buildings gave away to shops and a few warehouses. The car drove further into the area for a couple more minutes until pulling over at one of the smaller warehouses.

"Are you sure this is where you are supposed to be?" The dude said turning around to me.

"Well, I'm gonna find out. Thanks, dude." I said before exiting the car.

The building wasn't large compared to others, but still a manageable size. Everything was clean and taken care of. Above the one door that I saw a sign that simply read "The Ark". I shook out my shoulders, straightened up, and pulled the door open.

The room that I walked in was probably about the same size as what the building was. There were different levels built along the edges. There were a group of other people warming up together towards the middle of the room. I sat down a slight distance away from everyone else, beginning my stretching. I looked around more of the people around me. There were a proportionate amount of girls to guys. Everyone was long and lean unlike me. When I saw that everyone had also taken to looking to me, I took to looking around the room

The floor was clear for a large section of the room with high top tables and low couches. Bars were placed on both of the levels. Lights hung from the ceiling with only a few of them turned on. Towards the back of the room the room, there was a stage with more of the couches. Oh shit! I thought to myself as I stood up to leave. This is for a stripper job. Nope, nope, nope.

Just before it looked like I was about to leave, a door near that stage opened and two figures emerged. They were clearly a man and women, the women probably came up to the man's shoulder. As they got closer, they became more and more clear.

Both of them were stunning with squarish faces and defined cheekbones. Both had dark hair and a proud smirk on their faces. The man's muscles weren't bulging from his shirt but very predominate. They scanned their eyes over us and the man stuck on me, I was still crouching and waited a couple of seconds before going over everyone else. The other people around me stood up, me the following suit when the two of them stepped forward. They had to be around my age.

"Welcome everyone, thank you for coming yadda yadda yadda. Seems like we have an odd amount here, nothing we can't work through. Girls can stay here with me, guys are with him. " The girl said and only gesturing to the man she walked in with. He stalked off and the guys rushed to follow while the girl started out shaking herself out.

"Ok one more thing, if you don't have any dance experience get out now. I'd hate to have to embarrass you in front of anyone, but doesn't mean that I won't." The girl next me picked up her water, the leader didn't even blink at her.

"Last chance," none of us took the chance of moving "Just remember that you might be eating your own actions here in a second. On your backs, I need to test your flexibility."

We did as we were told to do and she started on the end away from me. She didn't say anything going down the line, just lifting one leg up at a time towards our shoulders. Ohh Clarke, why didn't you stretch out more after quitting dance? I'm actually cursing myself and waiting for her to start cursing at me. The girl next me wasn't flexible at all, her legs barely went past her hips She didn't say anything to her, but deadly eyes were definitely thrown at her.

Now she had moved to me and placed my left leg between her and picked up my right left. Please, oh please, let my legs go past my hips! She kept pushing and pushing until my leg had officially had it. I could feel her breath slightly on my forehead and I twisted my head to see my leg. I could have screamed out loud, I was only about an inch or so from my shoulder! I breathed a deep sigh of relief that the girl smirked at. She turned to the girl next to me and addressed all the girls.

"If we asked for dancers, then this is the level that we were asking for." She stared directly at the girl next to me and stood up, "You are dismissed. As are you, you, you, aaaannnd you."

The girls that she deemed not worthy moved out faster than the first, but I heard the girl sniffle a bit before she could completely get out. Two guys slipped out of the door as well, dwindling both groups down.

"Ok let's get down to business." She said pulling up a chair. "Let's see some something show worthy.

I was sweating an awful amount, but I wasn't the only one. Most of us were breathing heavy with the high-intensity movement. We were taking a quick break while the guys were finishing up their choreography. I was attempting to stretch out my shoulders better when I heard our teacher, I guess that is what I could call her, talk.

"Blondie, what is your dance background?" While I knew I was the only one that was blonde, to begin with, I really had hoped that she was talking to someone else.

"Twelve years of ballet with other genres on rotation throughout those years ma'am." I saw a smile form on her lips.

"Looks like we did have a princess try out." Said a deep voice behind me.

The guys had returned with their leader who was smiling, so I assumed that he was the one making the "funny" joke.

"Let's see if Princess can keep up with dancing with someone else." The girl joked, "Who should Blondie be paired with?"

I could feel my blood boiling but fighting to keep it internal. Bite it back, once it's over you are done. At least they aren't as mean as the companies. I just kept replaying that in my head over and over. I saw a huge smirk crawl across his face.

"With me. What do you say, Princess, ready to take on a challenge?" He extended his hand out me and I took it without thinking and hopefully without a fear. I waited around for a couple of minutes for them to figure out who they wanted to pair up. When they finally paired everyone up, he came over to me and placed his hands on my hips.

"Name's Bellamy is by the way if you were wondering." He said into my ear and pulling me in closer.

"Nice to meet you, Bellamy," I said wrapping my arm around my neck as the music started and he slowly dipped me down.

He circled me around slowly and cradled the back of my head. When my head was back up, curved my leg around his hips. I moved my short circles before breaking off and spinning out. I kept my back to him, throwing my hips and torso into small circles until his arm wrapped around my torso and joining my movements. My arm snaked its way up torso and hooked around his neck without thinking. He spun me around to knees for the impromptu section that was left up to each girl to figure out what was good for us.

I slowly crawled across space between us and slowly reached myself up to his body until I was standing against me. In a bold move, I grazed my bottom lip against him. I ran my fingers up through my hair and attempted to seductively crouch down with my hands following the path. I felt his hands grasp around mine, pull up, and spin me around. One of his hands anchored into my hair and the other clamp on the very bottom of my hip.

There wasn't much choreography after this for the girls, it was the guys time to show off. But we kept moving. His dark eyes locked me with him and the hand on my hip. The hand on my hip traveled up under my loose top. A dark smirk grew across both our faces and my hand snuck up to the center of his hard chest and started pushing him back onto the chair behind him. His hand landed on the top of my back and pulled me forward. I fell as gracefully as possible into his lap with my head tucked into the crook of his neck. The music cut out and the sound of everyone panting and shifting around.

"Who knew that the Princess could play?" toyed Bellamy's partner as I tried to climb off his lap, his hand still heavy on my back. He smirked and released me, getting up himself and walking over to her.

"That'll be all, you're dismissed. You'll receive calls if you are selected. Except for you blondie, I have to talk to you. What are you waiting for, LEAVE?!" She said with Bellamy standing complacently by her side. Everyone scurried out quickly and Bellamy started to walk away as well. Fuck she was going to kill me for dancing with her boyfriend like that! Stay calm. Stay calm!

Once everyone had left the room, she pulled one of the close chairs for me to sit in. I did without hesitation.

"Oh come on, I'm not that scary. Plus that's quite an attitude shift from the show you just gave."

"Well, I don't really feel like getting killed by someone's girlfriend because I danced with their boyfriend the wrong way. Why are you laughing?" she wasn't just laughing, she was howling with her head tipped back.

"Because you think Bellamy is my boyfriend. I thought you were naïve, but I didn't take you for stupid." I didn't say anything in return.

"Look Bellamy is my brother, we run this place. And from today, I'm guessing he is gonna lobby pretty hard for you to get a callback." My spirit lifted a bit. Finally, I might have a job.

"But everything today was taped and everything is gonna get ran by our current dancers. If they don't think that you will be a good fit, then we can let you dance. I just wanted to warn you. Bell has sway, but it only goes so far. I hope the rest of your night goes well, safe travels." She said before flouncing up, ponytail swinging behind her. I pushed myself off from the chair, picked up my pile of things and exited the building with the feeling of eyes watching me.

It wasn't until the car ride home did I notice how exhausted I was. I was plastered in sweat so I tried not to touch anything in the person's car. I skipped the flight climb up to my floor because I could feel my legs going sore. The hot shower helped soothe them, but not for long. Luckily I had already fallen asleep before I felt that set in.

Bellamy POV

"Before you start ranting on about how you want her in all your weird ways, I want her too," Octavia said before I had even mumbled a word

"Do you think that they will want her is the real question?" I asked probably a little out of character.

"Let's hope that they do, for the sake of the club and the friend you got there." She said pointing down to my crotch.

"Maybe it's a sign," I said walking away and trying not to let my mind wander without much success.