A/N: Hey guys. Here I am! It's been almost a month since I've updated, holy crap! College got hard and hectic and I should be studying for midterms, but I've really been thinking about this plot and one other one I'm really itching to start. Anywhoo: a quick summary!
Summary: Abandoned due to her moral of not "giving it up", Elena is left partnerless for one of the biggest dance auditions in her life. Dancing his way into her life, Damon Salvatore, only the biggest baddest best-est soccer player at school, comes to her rescue. His intentions? Probably not too far off from Elena's previous partner...
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all, just a plot. All rights go to their true owners. Just a fan of Vampire Diaries.
"Damn it, Mason! Just fuckin' lift me up!" Elena hurled one of her shoes at Mason's head, who rapidly ducked to the ground. A foolish move on his behalf because now Elena was about to pounce on him, and he had few options of escape left. He attempted to roll off to the side, but Elena knew better. She grabbed a fistful of his hair before yanking upwards violently.
Mason let out a yelp as he scrambled up to his feet, anything to help the tight pull on his hair. Even though he was taller than Elena, somehow, her grip on his hair and the tug that went along with it hurt more than hell.
"LIFT. ME. UP. Don't fuckin' feel me up!" Elena shoved Mason away before turning the other way and stomping away like a little angry child. Never had she had so much rage before, or had thrown out so many profanities before.
"Elena, come on! It's not fair. We've been practicing together for a year already. Just throw me a bone, anything," Mason whined like a poor dog that had been deprived of love which technically was true, but not like he was looking for "love". More like a little "lust" and "fuck."
Elena rolled her eyes before picking up a black duffel bag and stuffing things into it.
"We've talked about this already. I'm not interested in you. I established this when we agreed to be partners. We're in a strictly professional relationship. You're my dancer partner, period" Elena shoved the last few articles into the duffel bag, her eyebrows furrowed into a deep "v", her eyes flared with irritation, her mouth in a hard straight line.
Spinning around on her heel, she threw the black duffel bag which landed at Mason's feet. His eyes flickered up to Elena's brown ones in question.
"We're done, Mason."
Mason's eyes hardened, the nice Mason was gone and replaced by an angry sexually deprived Mason.
"We're done? I don't think so, Elena," Mason whispered harshly before marching forward and grabbing her wrist tightly. Throwing her against the wall, he pressed his body against hers. Her one hand dangling above her head, pinned tightly to the wall with Mason's vice grip.
"Who are you to deny me? Just because you think you're some fucking perfect little dancer? You. Need. Me. It's a known fact. No one else at this school is qualified. I'm your only fucking option." His breath snarled against her cheek, as she turned away to resist his invasion of space.
So she did the only thing she could do, she kneed him hard between the legs and flung her other hand hard across his cheek, leaving the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the dance studio.
Mason immediately collapsed to the ground, letting out a howl and cupping his groin area as he now winced in pain.
"I mean it, Mason. We're done. Don't make me call campus police." Elena's breath was hard and heavy. Her adrenaline pumping, she was scared. She has stupidly backed herself into the corner of the studio. She could scream, but it wouldn't matter. It was late at night; the dance studio was on the north side of campus, the area that anyone rarely ventured over unless it was mandatory. Her phone conveniently died ten minutes before dance practice started. She was screwed.
She inched closer to her bag, and dug into the bag's side pocket. Feeling around, she felt for a cylindrical aluminum can and palmed it before slipping it behind her back. Her only diversion left she had. Her last resort. The one thing that could buy her enough time to run away.
Mason struggled up to his feet and shot Elena a dirty glare.
"Why are you such a prude? I'm just asking for a little pussy." Mason let out a hollow chuckle and Elena's face drained at such vulgarity.
"Get out. GET OUT NOW!" Elena whipped out the can of pepper spray and pointed it directly at Mason's face.
Mason rolled his eyes and started walking towards his bag. Picking it up and slinging it over his shoulder, he made his way over to the door and stopped before giving another glance at Elena.
"I can't believe I wasted a year with you. One day with Katherine and she had already put out. Have fun dying alone, Elena."
And with that Mason was gone. And with that, Elena slid down the wall and started crying.
Pirouette. Spin. Pirouette. Spin. Spin. Spin. Spin. Spin.
Elena's harsh breath filled the whole studio as she tried to dance it away. The rage. The sadness. The pain. The loneliness.
She span and span and span until her body gave up on her and she collapsed to the ground.
Pathetic.
That's what she was.
Elena buried her face in her hands. She was fucked. Without a partner meant she couldn't make her audition tape for Tisch. Which meant she wouldn't be able to turn in her transfer application. Which meant she would be stuck at Mystic Falls University. Which meant her dreams of leaving Mystic Falls were shot.
She shook her head hard, refusing to let tears stream down her face. She was done with that. Tired of crying. It's been a long and hard journey so far, and she couldn't give up now. She just couldn't.
Mason was right though. He was the only qualified MALE dancer there was at this school. And assuming from what he said earlier, Katherine found herself a new male partner.
That bitch just happened to attend the same high school as Elena, take advantage of her misfortune, attend the same school as Elena, and planned on applying to the same damn arts school as Elena. Oh, and she stole Elena's partner.
Elena let out a ragged sigh. God, what was she going to do?
"I'm singin' in the rain. Just singin' in the rain. What a glorious feeling and I'm happy again!"
The sound of taps against the hallway outside perked up Elena's ears.
No, it just couldn't be careless tapping away at the ground. It was…choreographed.
Elena scrambled to her feet and peeked her head out between the metal double doors. She glanced left and right and saw nothing.
Stepping out quietly, she followed the sound of the singing and tap dancing.
"When the war has took its part. When the world has dealt its cards. If the hand is hard, together we'll mend your heart. Cause I! I'm singin' in the rain! Just singin' in the rain! What a glorious feeling
and I'm happy again."
The next few lines were hummed and as Elena tried to sneak around the corner, "Under my umbrella! It's raining. Ooh baby it's raining. Baby come here to me. Come here to me. It's raining. Oh baby it's raining!"
Elena dropped her jaw to the ground at the sight before her.
A/N: Omg! Who could it be? I've got the general idea/plot written out for the next... oh, seven chapters or so. LOL. So hopefully this is updated more frequently. I'm still working on NGLTB, just trying to see where to go from here.
P.S: For the person who decided to leave me negative criticism, I don't care what you have to say. I'm open for criticism on my stories, as long as they're constructive. I'm writing on behalf for readers who enjoy my work and I'm open to learning on how to improve my work. The fact that you were immature to spend time sending me negative non-constructive reviews is kind of pathetic. It's going to take more than "Stop writting. give up." and "this is writing at its fines ... SHITTEST." to stop me. BTW: you can't even spell correctly. :)
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Song: Glee – Singing In the Rain / Umbrella
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