Hey everyone, sorry I hadn't updated in such a long time. It's just that I lost inspiration for everything. But when I reread my fanfics, it gave me inspiration again! I'll try to update every 2 weeks at the most. Sorry again guys. And sorry for such a short chapter this time! I'll make it longer next time!

Chapter Three

Time to Cha-Cha!

"Damn," I whispered in frustration. The clasp on my dress was broken and it wouldn't clip together. I tried to make the two pieces fit together, but without the small broken part, it wouldn't hold together. "Damn, damn, damn, damn!"

"Having trouble?" Fuji asked, coming up behind me.

"No!" I snapped back at him.

He agreed to be my dance partner, and he was there with me, for our competition together. But lady luck was not on my side. I was wearing a halter dress, and without the clasp working, the dress would fall down. I tried again to make the two pieces go together, but once again, the two wouldn't hold together.

"Here, let me help," Fuji sighed. He grabbed my hands and pushed them away from the clasp that held the dress around my neck. He ignored the clasp altogether and just tied the two sides in a devil's knot, one of the strongest knots. He even got a pin and pinned it together just in case the knot wasn't strong enough. "There, you have to be 10% smarter than the object you're dealing with."

"Whatever," I mumbled. Lately, Fuji had been picking on me. And even though he's mean to me, he still helps me out. He totally ignores me when we're not at the dance studio, but when we are at the studio, he makes fun of me.

My nerves were on overdrive, this was the first competition where Roshe wasn't my dance partner. This competition wasn't the big one that Roshe was going to be in, it was a small competition that I had fortunately found. I didn't want to enter a big competition with Fuji as my dance partner when I didn't know what he would do. So to test him out, I entered a small competition to see how well he does.

The announcer called out our names and numbers. I straightened every lose hair I had and stepped on stage with Fuji. The lights weren't as bright as the bigger competitions, and the stage was smaller.

"Here we go," I whispered.

***

I sat on the sidewalk sulking. There was no reason to sulk, we had won first place. But my heart felt heavy and the win didn't seem right. I twirled the first place ribbon around my fingertips and mumbled some things about not winning fairly.

"What's wrong?" Fuji asked, his voice annoyed. "We won, and not only that, but you were the one who wanted to enter this competition in the first place. Come on, stop sulking. You're bringing everyone down with your mood."

"If you haven't noticed, no one is here. They all left hours ago, you're the only one left. Anyways, I already told you to go home without me!" I mumbled.

"I can't just leave you here alone! It's eight at night! You've been sitting here for three hours. It's time to go home and stop worrying about how we won. You couldn't have known."

"I could have found out. But I chose not to search deeper into the competition. It's so unfair to the other people! Of course only beginners would enter a small competition! We won by a huge landslide! It wasn't fair, all of the other people dancing were all beginners!" My head fell into my hands and I groaned.

"That's it." Fuji grabbed my arm and yanked me up

"Hey!" I shouted at him. But he wasn't listening, he was walking.

I stumbled over my own two feet. I could dance in heels, but walking in it was completely different for me. Dancing felt natural, but walking with it felt awkward and made me feel silly. When I started to slow down, Fuji yanked my forward and I almost fell. He was being really rough, I would probably get a bruise on my arm where he was holding it.

"Stop! You're hurting my arm!" I shouted, trying to yank my arm out.

Fuji let go of my arm, but not before saying, "Fine, but you have to walk home, and no more sulking!"

This guy really could be a sadistic bastard sometimes. I remembered what had happened between us just recently, and my cheeks colored red. Thank God it was dark and he was faced away from me. If he saw, I wouldn't be able to live it down, and he would probably torture me for who knew how long.

Fuji practically dragged me all the way to my house, and said goodbye without even looking at me. Ever since the deal, he had been acting strange. But that must have been partly my fault, I had been treating him like the bad guy ever since he did what he did. He didn't hit on me or anything anymore, he treated me with indifference. So in truth, he wasn't such a bad guy to me anymore. But I couldn't even imagine what he would do to other people. I heard that he was pretty sadistic.

I finally sighed and walked into the house. My mom greeted me from the kitchen, and I slumped up to my room. I knew that my brother Roshe would soon come to ask me about the competition, so I locked my door and turned off all of the lights to make it seem as if I was sleeping. I crawled into my bed after changing and couldn't get to sleep.

I tossed and turned all night, I couldn't sleep a wink. Thank goodness that the next day was Sunday, or else I would've never been able to go about life in school. I would probably seem like a zombie, or something close to that.

At 9am when I couldn't stand to lie in bed pretending to sleep anymore, I got up and changed into sweats and rode my bike to the dance studio. Instead of practicing all of the other dances that I just started to learn, I practiced ballet. I had never told anyone before, but the reason I majored in ballet instead of all the other, more exciting dances, was because I had always wanted to get the lead in the Swan Lake ballet, Odette. If I was good enough, I would be able to audition and if I made it, I would end up going back to New York to dance professionally as Odette in the production. I would also get to travel the world with the other dancers performing Swan Lake.

When I reached the dance studio, I was surprised and yet, not surprised to see Fuji there. He gave me a smirk as I put my bike into the bike rack.

"Nice look," he said, pointing to my sweats.

"Aww, I'm sorry. Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? I know most girls you hang out with usually dress like sluts." My voice was dripping with sarcasm and acid.

He cocked an eyebrow at my comment. "Are you jealous? I've never seen shy Faye the dancer talk like this before."

"What would I be jealous of?" I asked rattling the bike rack while I tried to secure my bike with the lock.

"Well, there are those other girls . . ."

"Listen," I spun around and looked him in the eyes. "I don't give a damn about what you do with other girls. But when we're here, at the dance studio or at a competition, you are my dance partner, nothing more. And when we're anywhere else, we're nothing. I don't feel anything for you, and I don't want anything to do with you outside of dancing. Get it?"

"Geez, calm down will you?" Fuji held his hands up in a sign of defeat, but I could see right through him. His eyes were of course closed, stating that my little outburst had no effect on him, and that he didn't care at all what I said. Plus, his aura didn't waver at all, which meant that he felt exactly how he always felt.

I shed my jacket as soon as I stepped inside the studio. I was planning on dancing ballet, but with Fuji there, I had no choice put to practice with him. What was worse was that all of the girls that were at the dance studio were staring at Fuji as if he was some kind of god. They then glanced at me and looked quickly away as if I wasn't worth their looks. I knew almost all of the people, and yet they ignored me and looked at Fuji.

One of the girls that I knew came up to me and giggled. She said, "Hey Faye, why don't you introduce your friend?" She kept batting her eyelashes at Fuji. I could see him checking her out back, seeing if she was pretty enough for him.

I coughed to get her attention back to me. "Um, this is Fuji Shusuke. And he's definitely not my friend."

He glanced down at me and said, "I thought we had something more than that, Faye."

I glared up at him and said, "There's nothing between us. You're just someone I dislike."

Fuji gave a fake said look at me. All of the girls swarmed around Fuji trying to comfort him. I quickly sneaked away, I didn't want to watch him flirt with other girls. He wasn't taking me seriously at all. I could hear the girls giggling at something that Fuji said. They were all flirting with him.

I just ignored their excited giggles and put on my ballet shoes. I started dancing, I didn't need music. People always said a true dancer didn't need music to dance to. I didn't know how long I danced, I was frustrated, and I didn't notice the time pass by.

After who knows how long, I finally noticed that there were no more giggles coming from the other room. I sighed in relief at the thought that Fuji had left. I went to gather my stuff and when I closed the mirrored door of the changing room, I almost screamed out in terror. Behind me, Fuji was standing staring at me.

"What are you still doing here?!" I asked him.

"I can't just leave a girl like you to walk home by yourself," he answered.

"I can handle myself! I don't need you to walk me home!"

"Just let me walk you home."

"I have a bike. You can't walk me home if I'm riding on a bike."

"We can just wheel it along."

Before I knew it, he had taken the key to the lock on my bike an left through the front door. I grumbled something about him being impolite and left through the door too. Fuji held firmly to my bike and started walking with it as soon as he saw me catch up to him. We walked silently together.

Occasionally, some cars passe by us. But other than that, it was like we were completely alone. I hadn't realized how late it was. I was just so weirded out earlier, and I needed to dance to relieve my stress.

We finally reached my street, and I was going to run up to my front door when Fuji stopped me. His eyes were open, and his cerulean blue eyes looked into my own brown ones. I felt uncomfortable for a moment, and tried to break free of his grasp. For some reason, it seemed as if he was always holding on to my arm: when I first came to his house, when he brought me home from the competition, and now.

He grabbed my face and brought it close to his. I didn't know why I didn't stop him. He knew I disliked him, and yet he still came closer. His lips brushed mine for a moment before he pushed harder. I didn't exactly kiss him back, but I didn't stop him either. Somewhere inside me, I knew that I had fallen for him, I just didn't want to admit it. His lips were just as soft as they were that first time we kissed. The look in his eyes and the way he was holding and kissing me made me feel as if he really cared. But . . . his aura . . . it was brown for self-involvement, and I knew that he was just using me like he did all those other girls. I should have stopped, but I didn't. It was the biggest mistake I had ever made in my life.

Please Review! Reviews would definitely motivate me to update sooner!

If you want to see what Faye looks like, the link to her picture is up on my profile.