Hey, here's Chapter 4! Hope you're enjoying the story so far. This chapter was written by Mariah, (immadinosawr918)!
Miley's morning started early on Monday. It was the beginning of a new session of classes, so, like always, she got there bright and early to make sure that everything was perfect. She was one of many instructors that used the room and they always messed it up after her. She liked to put out candles or incense and dim the lights. She felt that it created a calmer atmosphere, and people tended to relax more with the scents she chooses.
Miley finished lining up all her mats and checked the time. It was 9:45, about fifteen minutes until her class started, so she began to light her candles. The sweet smell of vanilla and lavender drifted slowly throughout the empty studio. Miley smiled, enjoying the quiet time she had. She sat down, pulled herself into the lotus position, and waited.
Minutes later, the older women, the ones who have already been up for hours, began filling into the studio. Miley stood up and welcomed them.
"Good morning. Welcome to yoga class. Pick any mat you'd like and do small stretches while you wait."
At 10:00, Miley stood on her mat and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Miley and I'll be your instructor for the next three weeks. This class is meant to relax and center yourself, so please respect the people around you and stay quiet. Some days I'll play music for you, but most of the time I keep it silent so you can keep your mind clear. I usually begin every class with a few stretches to get everyone loosened up. So, let's get started."
Everyone followed Miley's lead as she demonstrated each stretch, holding each one for thirty seconds.
She then began showing specific poses. Each one got more difficult than the one before as she went on, so after she showed them a series she began to walk around and correct their positioning and their breathing.
Twenty minutes into the class, the studio door swung open, slamming harshly against the wall. Miley looked over and saw a guy walking in, sporting a baseball cap and sunglasses. He was wearing a sweatshirt, basketball shorts, and tennis shoes.
"Is this yoga?" He inquired in an irritated voice. A girl holding a notebook hurried in behind him.
Miley looked around at the other people, then back to him. She gave him a look like he was an idiot. "Uh, yeah, and you're late. I would really appreciate everyone showing up on time. Interrupting class breaks concentration." Miley told him, annoyed. The one thing that peeved her most in this job was people showing up late.
"Sorry." Miley could tell he was being a sarcastic smart ass, but she let it go. She didn't want to seem unprofessional.
The guy walked in further and pulled off his hat and glasses. Miley's jaw dropped. It was Nick Jonas. She wasn't the biggest fan, but seeing any celebrity was a shock.
"Take a seat please." Miley ordered him. He obliged, sitting on the only vacant mat. He looked kind of angry, like he didn't want to be there.
Miley turned to the woman he came in with and she spoke up right away, seemingly knowing what Miley was wondering. "I'm his assistant. I'm here to wait for him."
"Okay. You can take a seat on the couches over there." Miley pointed to the sitting area. She walked over and Miley turned back to the class. "I'm sorry for the interruption everyone. Let's try a new pose. It's called the happy baby pose. Lie on your back, put your legs in a V position and then pull them up, grabbing your feet with your hands on the inside. Try to keep your head on the ground and your knees at about a 90 degree angle."
The whole class shifted, trying the pose. Miley shuffled around, helping with everyone's leg position and making sure their heads were down. Then she got to her newest addition. Nick. He was just sitting there, not even attempting to do anything productive. He just had his cell phone out, texting someone.
"Do you want to try the pose?" Miley tried to act nice, giving him a fake smile.
"Uh, not really." He glanced up at her, then back to his phone.
"You might as well leave if you aren't going to participate." He was really pissing Miley off.
"I can't. I have to stay." He kept his eyes on his phone, not bothering to look up at her.
"If you're staying, you have to actually do yoga." Miley grabbed his phone and put it on the ground next to his mat. "And cell phones stay off in my class."
Nick looked impressed, and was about to talk when Miley turned on her heel to go back to the front of the room. During the remainder of class, Miley started checking to see if Nick was doing the poses, but she only found him half-assing it while staring at her. It was a little creepy that his eyes were constantly on her, but she did her best to ignore it and continued instructing the class.
At 11:00, Miley had finished her class and began to stacking the mats so she would be able to clean them later. She heard someone clear their throat from behind her. She turned around to find Nick standing there, a smug look on his face.
"Yes?" Miley asked, picking up the few mats that were still on the floor.
"We should go on a date." He said, bluntly. Miley almost scoffed, but she kept her cool. Did he really think that she would go on a date with him after he was late, acted like an ass, and creepily stared at her the entire class?
"No thanks." Miley kept cleaning and began putting out clean mats for her next class.
"Why not?" He asked, following her as she walked to the mini fridge to get a bottle of water.
"Because you're not my type." Miley said, simply, taking a sip of water.
"And why is that? You're hot, I'm hot. Seems perfect to me."
Miley's almost choked on her water as she stifled a laugh. "That's why. You seem a little full of yourself. So thanks, but no thanks. I'll just see you on Wednesday." Miley was telling half the truth. She also didn't want to go out with him because he had a bad track record with girls. Everyone knew that he's been seen with a different girl every time he's seen out. And just by the way he had been looking at her like she was a piece of meat; she knew his intentions weren't just to be her friend.
Miley hadn't always thought of Nick like that. When he put out his first album, Miley was a big fan. They were both teenagers back then, and Nick seemed a little more... Innocent. Then he got older, a little more famous and his ego seemed to grow. He started being seen in public at clubs and leaving with slutty looking girls. So Miley wasn't interested. That was it.
"Are you positive?" Nick clarified, looking shocked by Miley's declination. Douche bag.
"Yes. Now can you please leave? I have a class starting in a half hour." Miley shuffled around the studio one last time before sitting on the couch, opening a magazine.
"Okay, fine. I'll see you on Wednesday." Nick started to walk out, and then looked back at Miley. Miley tried to keep her gaze on the other celebrities in her magazine, but she could still see Nick watching her out of the corner of her eye. Finally, a minute later, Nick left. Miley let out a sigh of relief and relaxed into the couch.
Miley's classes went by surprisingly quick for a Monday. Soon enough she was on the subway on her way back home. Before her stop, her phone went off, so she pressed answer and put the phone next to her ear. "What's up Dem?"
"Hey Miles." Demi greeted. "I just finished with work. Are you done at the studio?"
"Yeah, I'm about to get off the subway now." Miley stood up as the subway halted to a stop. She got out and pushed her way through the crowd until she was above ground.
"Do you want to go to dinner? You can meet Taylor. She's super nice." She suggested.
"Sure. Just let me go home and change." Miley agreed, beginning her walk back to their apartment.
"Sounds good. We'll come pick you up in a little bit. I'll call you when we're there. See you soon chica!" Demi hung up, so Miley pushed her phone into her bag and continued walking.
When she got into her apartment, she went straight into her and Joe's room to start to change. Joe was already in there, getting ready himself.
"Hey Joey. Where are you going?" Miley asked as she pulled off her yoga pants.
"Lucas and I are going to the Yankee's game." he told her, pulling his Derek Jeter jersey over his plain white t-shirt.
"Sounds like fun." Miley put a pair of dark wash jeans on and a flow-y white tank top.
"Where are you going looking all hot?" Joe asked her, smiling.
"Out to dinner with Demi and Taylor."
"You guys are hanging out with Taylor Swift now? Lucky..." Joe grabbed his wallet off the dresser and put it in his back pocket. "Well, have fun."
"You too." Miley kissed him on the cheek. "Tell Lucas I say hey."
"Okay, babe." Joe smiled at her and left Miley by herself to finish getting ready. She went into the bathroom and quickly freshened up. She detangled her hair with her brush and quickly brushed her teeth for the second time that day. After looking in the mirror, she decided she was presentable enough to go out.
Demi hadn't called her yet so she sat down on the couch. Sighing in relief from her stressful day being over, she thought back to her classes. She wasn't exactly excited for Wednesday, the date of her next class with Nick. Hopefully he would just back off and take the class quietly like a normal person would.
Miley's phone buzzed from the dresser in her bedroom, so she ran to it and answered. "Hey."
"We're outside. Get your ass out here." Demi told her, hanging up as soon as the words left her mouth. Miley laughed, grabbed her purse and made her way to the elevator. Thirty seconds later and she was in the cab, next to her best friend and the new blonde.
"Hey Miles! This is Taylor. Taylor, this is Miley." She introduced. Miley smiled and reached her hand across Demi's lap to shake Taylor's. Taylor returned the smile and the cab pulled away from the curb.
"So, where are we going?" Miley wondered, looking over at Demi.
"Some Mexican restaurant. What is it called, Taylor?" Demi asked, glancing over at her.
"El Azteca. My boyfriend and I... We had this month where we tried a different restaurant each day. We tried this, and it was so good. They make like, homemade guacamole at the table."
"Sounds delicious. I'm starving." Miley said while the other two hummed in agreement.
A few minutes later, the cab stopped in front of a brightly lit building and all three girls got out of the cab, making their way into the restaurant. They were seated immediately, getting put in a big booth that was way too big for three people. But they weren't complaining.
"So, how was your day?" Demi asked directly to Miley.
Miley just sighed. "It was okay, but guess who suddenly joined my morning class?" Demi stared at her, waiting for an answer. "Nick Jonas."
Taylor spit her drink back in the glass, laughing. "I am so sorry."
"Why?" Miley asked. "Please tell me he's not going to get worse than he already was today."
"He's one of my best friends and as much as I love him, he can act like a complete jerk. He told me a couple days ago that he was being forced into it. If he's being forced, he's probably going to continue to be a little prick about it." Taylor told them, shaking her head.
"He's being forced? By who?" Demi wondered, beating Miley to it.
"The record company. They're trying to relax him because he's gotten really uptight about his music and career. Plus, he hasn't written a song in forever." She paused. "He's really not that bad. His personality traits are really strong. He may get angry or stubborn sometimes, but he also has a big heart. You just have to be patient and he'll warm up to you."
"I'm pretty sure he's already warmed up to me. He stared at me all class and then asked me out." Miley smiled as the waiter brought their first margaritas over. She took a big drink of hers, feeling the cold liquid slide down the back of her throat. Taylor laughed loudly at what Miley had just said and shook her head.
"He's such a whore." Taylor giggled. "He hates when I call him that, but it's what he is."
Demi laughed and gulped down some of her margarita. "So, did he do the yoga?"
"No... Not at first. He just sat there on his phone, but I made him."
Taylor chuckled again. "I can't imagine him doing yoga at all."
They spent the rest of dinner making small talk about Nick, Taylor's life, and random things. Miley couldn't wrap her head around the fact that someone so nice like Taylor is good friends with someone like Nick. It didn't make much sense. Then again, maybe Nick wasn't all bad. Maybe he just made a terrible first impression.
After dinner, Demi and Miley went their separate ways with Taylor. When they got into their apartment Joe was still gone, so they quickly changed and parked themselves in front of the TV. There was a mess on the table in front of the couch and Miley silently wondered how long it would take Demi to pick it up.
"So... Taylor is nice, right?" Demi wondered, pulling a blanket over her body. Miley faced her on the couch and nodded.
"Yeah, she is. So, why is she staying at Kevin and Danielle's place?" Miley wondered, pulling her legs under her butt so she could comfortably talk to Demi.
"Her apartment is being remodeled. Plus, her boyfriend is in Milan for fashion week and I don't think she really wants to be alone. She likes having company." Demi answered, briefly glancing at the mess, then ignoring it.
"Milan? He's a model, right? Alex... Pettyfer? Is that his name?" Demi nodded. "He's really cute. She's lucky."
"Yeah I know. But... Can you keep a secret?"
"Of course." Miley subconsciously leaned closer.
"So, she told me that her and Alex have been going out for five years and they aren't exclusive. And they live together and say 'I love you'. Isn't that weird? I could never do that..."
"Five years? So they can like, go sleep with other people but still stay together?" Demi nodded. "I can't even believe that. How does that even work?"
"Supposedly he goes out with other girls, but she won't. She doesn't want to hook up with anyone else. But she's too afraid to tell him." Demi sighed.
"I would be too... But come on, five years? That's around the time when people get married..." Miley thought about if she were in that situation. She wouldn't be able to handle the guy she loves being with anyone else. But then again, she probably wouldn't let it get to that. She would have broken up with the guy if he wanted to be with other girls even when he would say that he loved her.
"I know. Well, I'll see what happens and I'll tell you. So, when's your next class with Nick?"
"Wednesday." Miley groaned. "Not only was he late, but he also was a brat the rest of class, and then asked me out. Seems like he's a wacko."
Demi laughed. "Probably. Did you see those pictures of him in US magazine last week? He was like crazy drunk or something. I guess he punched some dude in the face. You should be careful, what if he has anger issues?" Demi sat up, not being able to handle the mess that was on the table. Five minutes, practically a record for Demi. She organized the magazines, and then got up to throw away the paper plate and wrappers. When she came back, she had a bleach wipe to clean the table.
Miley tried not to laugh at Demi's OCD antics and continued their conversation. "Yeah, I saw those. It's probably one of the reasons he has to take yoga..."
"You should ask him." Demi laughed at her own sarcastic joke and got up to clean the dining room table and the counters.
"Yeah... Okay. What, I would ask him 'Hey Nick, are you taking yoga because of your drinking, your anger management, or just 'cuz you're a dick? Sounds like a perfect ice breaker."
Demi finished cleaning in the kitchen and sat back down in front of Miley. "Maybe you should hang out with him. He's uptight, you're laid back. You would balance each other out." Demi laughed again, wrapping the blanket around just her bare feet.
"I don't think he's the hanging out type. You should have seen the way he was undressing me with his eyes. I've never felt more uncomfortable in yoga pants then I did when he was staring at me." Miley shivered at the thought. She wasn't the kind of girl that had one night stands. She liked when guys were modest about asking her out.
"You're hot. He can't help it." Demi said casually. Miley laughed and shook her head.
Her and Demi talked until the front door swung open. Joe sulked into the apartment with Lucas following him.
Miley laughed at the look on their faces and sat up further. "Let me guess... They lost?"
"Yeah... Screw the Brewers." Joe groaned, plopping down in between Miley and Demi on the couch. "Anyways, I don't want to talk about it. How was dinner with Taylor?"
"It was fun. We had Mexican." Miley told him.
Lucas walked over, kissed Demi on the top of the head and sat down in the chair next to her. They talked quietly to each other, Demi holding lightly to his hand. Lucas said something and they both stood up.
"We're going to go to Lucas' apartment. I'll see you two tomorrow." They then left hand-in-hand.
The rest of the night, Miley cuddled with Joe while watching TV until she fell asleep on his lap.
On Wednesday morning, everything in the studio was left the same from her Tuesday night class, so she didn't need to do much preparation. She arrived ten minutes before the class started, a little late due to her alarm not going off. She hated the panicky feeling of almost being late and wasn't really looking forward to her second class with Nick. Before she could even get her jacket off, the first person walked into the studio. She turned around and surprisingly, came face to face with Nick.
"Wow, you're early." Miley smirked and hung her jacket up.
"Well, I didn't want to be late twice." He smiled at her and leaned against the wall, watching her.
"You know I really don't appreciate you eye raping me." Miley looked directly at him, expecting him to lower his gaze but he never did. He just kept on staring at her, his confident eyes narrowing as they gazed directly at each other. Miley shook her head and walked away, lighting the candles before anyone else came in.
"I wasn't eye raping you." He laughed at the term Miley used before then corrected her. "I was just admiring your beauty."
That comment made Miley blush involuntarily then turned her head away so he couldn't see her red cheeks. As much as this guy bugged her, a comment like that from anyone is bound to make a girl feel good. Especially coming from someone who has dated a bunch of gorgeous famous women.
Just as Miley was about to thank him, a few women walked in. She cleared her throat and turned around to greet the old ladies. Miley gave a warm smile and stood on her yoga mat. She looked back at Nick until he walked over to his mat and stood there, nodding once at her. She sighed and began the class like she always does, with stretching then onto the poses.
Right in the middle of her final breathing exercises, Nick spoke up. "Hey, Miley?"
Miley rolled her eyes and turned around to face him. "Yes?" Her voice was surprisingly calm, despite the annoyance she was feeling of the curly haired boy.
"I read online that yoga helps with making sex more enjoyable. How does that happen and can you show me how?" The rest of the class chuckled at his inappropriate question.
Miley didn't show any emotion as she took his question as seriously as she could. "You're right; yoga strengthens your pelvic floor muscles, which are the muscles that help with orgasms. Also, it increases flexibility so you can try new sex positions. And no, I won't show you. You'll just have to try yourself." Nick's jaw dropped slightly, so Miley took it as a great time to finish up the class. She wanted to stop while she was ahead. "That's where we're going to stop today. I'll see you all on Friday." Everyone waved goodbye to Miley, then left. She wasn't surprised when she saw Nick still sitting on his mat. She just rolled her eyes and ignored him.
"So, you told me to try new sex positions... I bet they would be really awesome with a person who does yoga everyday..." Wow, that wasn't obvious at all.
She scoffed. "You know, I was really going to give you a chance. I met Taylor Swift on Monday and she said you're really not that bad... So I was going to take her word and give you a second chance. But you're just as rude as I thought you were when I first met you... Just go and I'll see you at the next class." Miley shook her head and blew out the candles.
"Taylor talked to you about me?" Nick wondered, following her around the studio. His ego seemed a bit bruised.
"Yes. And she had nothing but good things to say about you. But, I'm not so sure that she was right."
"Then I guess I'll just have to show you that I can be a good guy." He grinned and then grabbed his sweatshirt off the floor and left, not saying anything else. Miley just stood there, completely shocked at his reaction. She silently wondered what he would do to show her who he truly was.
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