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Chapter 4: Falling

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I grumbled the entire way down to the dance studio. Falling in and out of love with him as we went. But that was when he didn't look at me.

We arrived at the dance studio and he unlocked the doors, turned on the lights and watched me squint as my eyes adjusted to it. It seemed so empty now, so lifeless, but he didn't stop to take it in, he simply took my hand and placed it on his side.

"Focus" he said, pulling me close and wrapping himself around me

The heat between us was unbearable. I hated feeling so flustered whenever I was around him. It didn't help that I looked like shit. But he seemed to focused on the dance to pay me any attention, I was glad.

He twirled me around the dance-floor, still not satisfied that I was up to his standards, stopping only to make his steps better. I was just something to hold on to, to move around so that he could get his moves right. Finally he stopped, tilting his face in frustration at me.

"Ugh" I groaned, I was not in any mood for it

"Can you please get this right"

"Well I'm sorry if I'm not at my best at five fucking am" I shouted, annoyed at him

"Well don't focus and this is what happens" he said, pulling me up to him

My heart rate quickened "Let go of me"

His grip loosened and he stepped away from me "Look missy we have to do this okay, you want me to lose"

"I don't give a flying fuck" i sighed crossing my arms

"My my aren't we a spoilt little rich girl this morning" he laughed, scratching his head

"Well forgive me for not being like Perky Perkson and not having ten coffees before we arrived, you know"

He scoffed, he didn't buy any of this. He was actually enjoying my anger, which enraged me even more. "Listen" he scolded

"I have to win this" he said, his anger boiling up within him

"Well I can't be this perky, this early" I smiled "Or late depending on your view"

He gave me a look to show that he wasn't in the mood for this, he needed to win at all costs and wasn't going to have it any other way. Whatever he was playing at, it seemed to me like he needed to win. But I didn't want to play the game, it was annoying to say the least. He was hot one minute, cold the next, made me feel inadequate. How could I match up to him. It was never going to be possible.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way" he sighed

"What" I asked, incredulously

"We. Can. Do. This. The. Hard. Way. O-"

"I'm not dense" I snapped "I just don't know what you mean"

He sighed "You can make it easier by complying with me or you can make this the most god damn difficult thing you've ever done"

I sighed. He wasn't going to give up until we got this "Fine" I sighed, pulling a sweater off

He looked me over "Stylin'" he mocked

I scowled at him. Was he serious. Or did he just have a huge problem. He had no idea how to talk to people, he was talking to me as if I was a stupid person, and I didn't think that I was. If you wanted to have the same treatment, he was going the right way about it. I needed to call him up on it.

"Shut it" I sighed, as I watched in awe of him pulling his t-shirt off. He was beautiful, the contours of his muscles from working out at the school gym made my legs go weak, the obvious glow of his skin from dancing. I felt inadequate next to him, I was so ordinary and my baggy top did nothing to aid my case.

I had no idea what to think any more. He was my worst enemy and my ideal man all in one. He looked like he spent a lot of time on his looks and he wanted to show it off. It seemed that he used his body to intimidate the girls into the sack with him. Well not this girl. No matter how confused I was. Though he wasn't interested in me for anything physical, he just needed to win some stupid dance contest for some strange reason.

"You can take a picture" he grinned, noticing my leering, but to be honest, it would take an idiot not to notice it.

"What" I sighed, snapping out of my day dream

He laughed, shaking his head, this was not helping my case, ogling and my obvious lack of mouth watering looks. He was obviously used to people falling at his feet.

"You are somethin' else" he sighed, shaking his head "Not like anybody I've ever met"

I nodded, not wanting to look at him "You could say that"

I sighed finally, wanting to get this over with "Can we just dance please"

He nodded, giving up on trying to get through me and took my hand, smiling gently as he took me and placed my arms around his neck "We're gonna try a lift"

"There's lifts in a waltz" I asked "That wasn't in the steps Steph showed us"

"But its gonna put me over the edge" he smiled, taking my hand

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't say no, because he wasn't going to let me one way or the other. "Fine" i sighed, resigned to this fact

"Good"

"Now what you need to do is this" he said, looking into my eyes, he told me that I needed to bend my needs when I was lifted and put them across his chest and keep one arm locked around his neck, and then he would drop me into a spin.

It all sounded so complicated, but I had to try it, no matter what. My parents would be over the moon. The fact that I was putting extra time into my dance and making friends would be more than they ever could have hoped for when they had me.

Several tries and I still had no luck with this step, I thought I was good at it, but he wasn't happy with me. He was panting and getting more and more frustrated with me, but he didn't say it, he just kept saying 'again', the lift down to the twirl was what was getting me the most. He knew it. But he also knew that I had just started. I almost wanted him to lash out at me, to tell me to get my fucking act together.

"Ugh" I finally said, as we came into the twirl

"You'll get it, again" he sighed, "From the waltz"

We did a few steps and then headed into the lift, finally getting the lift and into the twirl, but he still looked unhappy with it.

"What's wrong now" I said, annoyed that he still was unhappy, but he wasn't telling me

"You're not meeting my eyes" he said, frustrated at me

"I didn't know I had to" I said, getting ready to do it again

We did it a few more times, and by now I thought that he was going to murder me, and I couldn't blame him, I refused to look him in the eyes.

"Look at me" he roared, it startled me

"I need passion" he said "You have to make it passionate"

"How" I roared, so frustrated, I just wanted to go home now, I had done everything to help him, I just didn't want to look at those blue's because if I did I knew my hate for him would dissolve

"Like this" he said crushing his lips to mine, and I was lost for that one moment in time