Bars, Beam, and Belof
A/U: Okay, Hi people! I just wanted to say a few things….
So I kinda got this idea from Life with Derek (yes, the Disney channel TV show!) But don't judge, even if it does sound really stupid. But whatever! The only reason I said that is because Casey and Derek have like wayyy to much sexual tension for a show that is supposed to be watched by like nine or ten year olds! Lol. But it's the same with Sasha and Emily… or at least in my world. Lol. So if you're going to read this, for arguments sake can we just go along with it? Kay? Cool!
But anyway, moving on… I thought I would just say that and blah blah blah… So, a little bit about why I won't be updating as much as a good person should. I'm writing two other stories… So just yeah. Don't hurt me too much! Lol.
But then again if I get like a bunch of reviews I might update a little more often! : P
Oh and thanks to SpringSinger, she was my beta considering I am re-editing this and it wouldn't even be half this good if she hadn't worked her magic on the first chapter!
Summary (Full): When it's meant to be you just know. So when you know that and want to stay away what's wrong?
He can't stand to see her with anyone… But yet he won't be with her. She can't date but has a complicated love life. What will happen? Will he be able to stay away? Will she sort things out? Will he let her in? Will she want him? Read and Review! Please! With shattered pasts, broken dreams, and hurt hearts, will they be able to console eachother?
Chapter One: Scotch, Gin, and Emily Kmetko.
I, Sasha Belov, was falling in love with a student despite promising myself that I never would. Why? Because I had given up on love, just as love had given up on me.
-Flashback-
Walking into O' Reiley's Pub just like any other day in L.A. To the average person I looked cold, distant and cruel. But I wasn't an average guy, or even a normal regular at the pub.
I was Sasha Belov.
World renowned gymnast. Olympian. Gold medalist. Failed coach.
I lived on the countryside of the L.A hills in my trusted camper. Up there, no one bothered me, and I didn't bother them. It was an unspoken agreement between my neighbors and me.
I always go out at night to ensure that I won't be recognized. But, when I am recognized, people stare and gawk cause' they know that I will refuse to talk to them. They only think they know me. They have heard of me, probably researched me, but they know nothing. They don't know why I left the sport and that's the way it is always going to be.
That night, the pub was quite lively even though it was only 10:00 PM on a Friday night. Looking over at the bar, I noticed that it was very full. I slithered in between a very large man and a girl before sitting down, not realizing that the seat had been saved for another.
The girl to my left turned and I immediately noticed her cobalt blue ruffle dress. She had short dark brown hair and navy blue eyes, with a hint of brown in them if you looked close enough. She looked me up and down, locked eyes with me for a moment and sniffed before turning back to her drink. No words were exchanged.
Just a sniff.
It wasn't like I smelled badly or anything. I had just taken a shower before I left my camper and was wearing a clean pair of distressed jeans and a simple t-shirt I found in my closet. I was clean!
Looking over these small facts, I finally glanced back at the girl sitting beside me. I mean, I really and truly looked at her. She was quite beautiful. A small girl though. Tall in size but very thin and petite. She had long strong legs. A delicate frame. Toned calves and strong built shoulders. With muscles on her arms. I knew in a minute that there was no mistaking that this girl was a gymnast.
Perfect...Sasha frowned.
She will recognize me, and start asking questions… Bringing up topics I have not even been able to understand myself. He thought bitterly.
But maybe that was what the sniff was about. Not because of the way I looked, but who I was. My mouth went dry just thinking about these thoughts.
Noticing that I was without a drink, the bartender brought me my usual, but I waved it away.
"Gin." I croaked out. "Straight up." The bartender walked away muttering something incoherent under his breath but brought me my Gin, none the less.
After taking a small sip of the liquor, I opened my mouth to say something but the pixie like girl spoke before I could. I was cut off, beaten to the punch, before I even swallowed.
"You know that seat was saved." She stated not breaking eye contact with the scotch she was drinking.
Powerful stuff for such a small girl.
She turned and looked at me as she set the glass of amber liquid back on the coaster.
I didn't even know this girl and she was already insulting me and telling me to move.
Anger bubbled up inside of me as I kept looking at the side of this person's face. No way was she going to get off that easily!
I had a whole speech thought up in my head, planned on what I was going to say and how I was going to say it. But one look into those eyes and my anger vanished. All I was left with was … uncertainty? That was one emotion that I had vowed to never feel again. But there it was… coming back again…
All that I managed was a pathetic before turning and looking for an open seat, "Oh, sorry. Would you like me to move?"
There was a considerably drunk man on the other side of the bar getting up, so I reasoned that if I hurried I could very well grab the seat before someone else did. I stood, grabbing my Gin and was in mid-step when I felt delicate hands on my upper hip, causing my member to stiffen considerably. Not enough that she would notice, but enough that I would.
I looked back and saw that Pixie girl had stood as well. "I never said I didn't like you sitting next to me." She said as a saucy grin appeared on her face. "You are immensely cuter than who I was waiting for anyways." She spoke nonchalantly and I caught a hint of cockiness in her voice.
I turned back around and sat in my old seat. Her tiny hand was still on my hip, so I quickly plucked it off and set it in her lap. My hand completely covered hers. It looked like a monster in comparison.
I adjusted myself while she turned to take a sip of her scotch.
This girl, whom I had just met, had too much effect on me… way more than I liked.
"Ahh, so we are going to be cocky now? What makes you think that I want to sit next to you anyways?" I asked, just as cockily. Possibly even more than her. I had gained the upper hand in this battle! Looking down at Pixie girl, as I had been calling her, I watched as a sly smirk played the corners of her mouth. She saw me starring at her from the corner of her beautiful eyes and blushed a little.
"Cocky? Yes, yes we are." She stated calmly. All hints of a blush had vanished off of her face. Once again, she had that same crooked smirk decorating her delicate face.
As I began to answer again, somebody came up and hugged the girl. My girl. Anger bubbled up inside me for the second time that night. But, before saying anything I looked at the person hugging Pixie. It was a woman. She looked much like Pixie except older. This woman whispered something in Pixie's ear and she laughed, eyeing me, through the woman's hair. God, she had a musical laugh. Like a bell. The other, older woman looked between us with raised eyebrows and quickly left.
Pink now tinted Pixie's delicate cheekbones. And, on her pale skin, the blush was noticeable immediately.
She answered before I could. "Sorry. My 'friend.'" She spoke, air quoting the word 'friend'.
I smiled softly, and simply nodded my head in understanding. I opened my mouth to speak, but got cut off for the millionth time that night. I was beginning to become a tad bit frustrated. But, this time instead of getting cut off by Pixie, I was rudely interrupted by the older woman and three or four others calling Pixie over to sit with them. Pixie obediently obliged and grabbed her scotch and tanqueray, starting to walk away.
I quickly and fluently grabbed her arm before she could get to far away from me.
"Wait", I spoke urgently.
She spun around at the sound of my voice. Maybe I had the same effect on her as she did on me.
"Do you have a name?" I asked, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth.
And then, she said the one word that will forever be burned into my brain. "Emily." Her voice was soft and quiet.
As she walked away, I watched her ass move from side to side. And only when she had been swallowed up by the crowd did I let myself whisper her name.
"Emily."
-End of Flashback-
My eyes snapped open as I had realized where I was. I had this day dream every so often when I was alone and let my mind wander. But this was not something that should happen when I was on a bus to Nationals with all of my gymnasts. What if I had mumbled something? I would be fired in a second and I'd never recover from this.
I could keep myself at end, though, watching her that is. Being her coach. But if something were to happen so that I couldn't train her anymore, I don't think I could live.
Again, I realized where I was and how wrong all of these day dreams were. Because these daydreams didn't end where the flashback had ended, they ended sometime later... they ended in fantasies. Me on top of her… at The Rock… in her bed… in my bed… in the shower…
Sasha, STOP! Censored thoughts. It's not like she even feels the same way. And it is oh so wrong. Maybe in another situation it wouldn't be as wrong. But this situation is was totally and completely wrong.
But that one word I was thinking could NOT be thought. That one word that meant so much could mean nothing, and I mean nothing.
Why? Well that is a simple question. Dear Emily Kmetko, as I later found out was her name, was indeed a gymnast. My gymnast.
After that encounter I went back to that same pub every Friday for a month, hoping to just get a glimpse of the infamous Emily. How long ago that seemed. But, I never saw Emily at that pub again or any other for that matter. That is, until I started coaching at The Rock… She was the reason I took the job. Every time Lauren's father had tried to get me to coach at The Rock I had said no. That is, until Emily. So, I took the job in hopes that I could see her compete some time.
After arriving at The Rock… That's… That's when I saw her. Emily. I saw her at The Rock. She trained here. I was going to be her coach. She was going to be MY gymnast.
So those startling revelations leave me where I am now. Later, I found out that Pixie girls' full name is Emily Chloe Kmetko. She is 16 years old, and on scholarship at The Rock.
When I first spotted Emily in that gym, my whole world came crumbling down.
But luckily for me, she didn't seem to remember our blasted night at that bloody pub or she wasn't letting on that she did.
So, again that leaves me here. Sitting in the back of a decked out bus, by myself, on our way to Nationals in Boston. But that's not the only thing I'm left with… I have an Olympic bound Team… Hidden feelings… Hidden wanting and…
"Sasha?" an all too familiar voice questioned.
I inwardly flinched, because I knew that I would never have my way with this beautiful girl in front of me.
I plastered on a fake smile that she could see right through. "Yes Emily. What's up?" I asked.
Even though Emily didn't remember our night at the pub… She was very perceptive and could tell when someone was faking and when someone was being real. Which could come in handy I guess… But not when you are trying to be as cold as stone to someone that you are infatuated with…
She did that cute little nose scrunching thing before hopping over my legs to sit in the seat beside me. She was to close for my own good. If I didn't stop thinking about her I might do something that was very much against ethics…
She started talking but I couldn't pay attention to what was coming out of her mouth because I was too busy trying to keep my mind from wandering. She knew I wasn't paying attention so she stopped and waved her hand in my face.
The same hand she had placed on my hip…
God, Sasha snap the fuck out of it! Just go fuck somebody else. It will keep your mind of Miss Kmetko over here.
"Oh sorry Emily. What do you need again?" I asked, distracted by her light pink colored lips.
I wonder how they would feel on my… Sasha stop! Get your mind out of the fucking gutter!
"Well Sasha, I was wondering as team captain what I'm supposed to do." She asked, biting her pretty pink bottom lip at the end.
I was dazed for no more than a few seconds. But it was enough for Emily to notice something was on my mind… Fucking her was on my mind…
"Oh well that's fairly simple Emily. Why didn't you just ask Payson? She has been team captain many times. I'm sure she would know what to tell you." I said shaking all thoughts that didn't pertain to Nationals out of my mind.
"Well…" She trailed off not looking me in the eye.
"What?" I asked with a bit of annoyance in my voice.
"Okay, so I just wanted to talk to you… And… I… erm…" She trailed off again.
But I didn't care.
She had wanted to talk to me! After all of this time! She still wanted to talk to me… I was on top of the world! Wait no… The fucking Universe. The girl I couldn't get out of my mind for weeks wanted to talk to me!
"Oh okay." I said calmly.
She averted her eyes from my intense gaze and rose to her feet. She was mumbling so I couldn't understand her.
She knew I was short tempered today, but yet she chose to mumble and I burst. I didn't mean to but I did.
"For god's sake Emily just tell me what you bloody want. I can't read minds and I certainly can't understand mumbling. And why don't you just go and ask Payson what being a team captain is. Cause' she can probably answer you better than I can." I screamed in a soft voice so no one could hear us talking.
We were about three rows back from everyone else though, so it was unlikely that they would here unless they were truly straining. But once the words had escaped my mouth I regretted them, but Emily did not know that. And I almost instantly felt guilty.
She told me that she was sorry but her eyes betrayed her. She was obviously upset and angry that I would say that to her out of the blue. But she had no idea how much self control I needed, to not just jump her and take her right there… In the moving bus…. It was very time consuming and didn't leave much room for a temper. I sighed. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear before I could get my hand to come back to my side. I let it linger there a little longer than necessary and then looked into her eyes.
"Look, Emily. I'm sorry. I truly am. I didn't mean to be so short tempered with you. I just have a lot on my mind lately." She looked back intently into my eyes as if waiting for me to say more.
But I didn't. She dutifully nodded and turned to look out the window.
She should have left then… Who knew how long my self control could last. She shouldn't have been sitting there anyway; people might start to get the wrong idea. So I did the logical thing that any adult man would do when coveting a 16 year old.
"Emily you shouldn't be sitting with me. Please go sit back down with Payson." I said quietly, secretly hoping she wouldn't hear and just stay.
But being the perceptive Emily that she was, she heard me and looked at me with hurt seeping through her pretty orbs.
"Why Sasha? Why can't I just sit here? I mean Payson's sleeping and I don't want to sit all the way to Boston with a sleeping girl the whole way." She said her voice trembling a little from the utter bluntness I had exposed her to.
Silence enveloped us. Her anger at me for pushing her away and my attempt to conjure up a response made the situation worse.
Finally the silence became just too much for Emily and she burst. "Sasha why are you pushing me away, while getting closer to all the other gymnasts? Am I that bad? Do you hate me that much? Just tell me what's wrong and I'll fix it. I promise, just stop shutting me out!" She said, the anger now evident in her voice.
"Emily I just can't bloody hell deal with this right now! Just go. You are a gymnast and I am your coach. There shouldn't be any sort of relationship between us besides that of a teacher and a student. So just stop trying to be my friend and realize that there is a line, a line that you are very close to crossing."
I almost shuddered at the hardness of my voice. It was a bit harsh. But she got the message.
Oh god, what had I just done? How was I going to be able to fix this before Boston…? Before Nationals? I couldn't very well let her hate me.
I rubbed my hands over my eyes. Realizing that this wasn't going to be easy, so I might as well just let it blow over.
And so I went back. Back to one of the many nights of dreaming of having Emily Kmetko….
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Jenna