I'm on a roll with this story currently. Enjoy!

Dedicated to ...Day.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot. And Adrianna.

Chapter 10

"No, no, no!" Caitlyn huffed, running a hand impatiently through her hair in her irritation. She thought this would be easy, that he would be a fast student. Apparently, she couldn't have been more wrong.

When she woke up that morning, Caitlyn dressed and grabbed her phone, seeing a new text message. It wasn't a number she recognized and she read it with a furrowed brow. The irritation filled her quickly at the demanded text-signed "Nate".

"Where'd he get my number?" she whispered in anger, sending a curt text back, promising herself to snap at him about it later.

"What?" Adrianna asked, standing at her dresser, brushing her hair with a small smile, "Did you say something?"

"Nate texted me." Caitlyn grumbled in reply, throwing her phone on the bed before grabbing her Converse and pulling them on, "How he got my number, I don't even want to know."

"It wasn't me!' Adrianna spoke up with a laugh at Caitlyn's accusing look.

"Good." She sighed, standing and pulling her hair into a ponytail, "I'm gonna kill him…I bet it was Shane! I bet Shane gave him my number! Ugh!" Adrianna was watching her carefully, but remained silent until Caitlyn turned to her slowly, one eyebrow higher than the other, "Speaking of Shane….You got in late last night..."

"Yeah, so?" Adrianna rolled her eyes, waving her hand carelessly as if to dismiss the fact, "We were having fun." Adrianna internally cursed the heat that she felt rising to her cheeks at her own words. She hated blushing. She never used to before!

"I see…" Caitlyn nodded, still looking suspicious, "And what did you guys do that kept you out until after midnight? Curfew is eleven and I fell asleep waiting for you to get back…Get lost in the woods?"

"Uh, no." Adrianna chuckled, "We aren't that stupid."

"Well?"

"Well, wait, Cait?" she asked folding her arms in front of her, "What do you want to hear? That we ran off and got married?"

"Not quite, but it's not like you to be so late-and after curfew…"

"Yeah, well, like I said-we were having fun." Adrianna shrugged, ignoring the fact that she was obviously blushing as she grabbed her guitar and dashed from the cabin, casting Caitlyn a mischievous smile before disappearing.

"Well, then how would you do it?" Nate snapped, turning to Caitlyn with a scowl, sounding more like the teacher than the student at the moment. It was nearly nine and they'd already been working on dancing for an hour.

"The right way." She tossed the words at him with a roll of her eyes. HE hadn't done it very wrong, really, but she was fed up with being stuck in the same cabin with him so long. When she'd agreed to teach him, she thought it would be easy-after all, it wasn't an unknown fact that Nate Gray was talented in many areas.

Caitlyn had just never expected him to be such a perfectionist about every little step, making everything take twice as long.

"Care to show me, teacher?" Nate spat, stepping exaggeratingly away from the center of the room and gesturing for her to take the floor, "Since you apparently know something I don't."

"Of course I do. I'm teaching you-remember?" she glowered at him, but took a few steps forward, taking a deep breath before showing the quick, upbeat series of steps she had criticized him about. Finishing with near perfection, Caitlyn smiled to herself and stepped back, "Like that."

"That's how I did it." Nate stated flatly.

"No, it's not." She frowned, watching him challengingly. Nate only groaned and turned so he wasn't facing her, hands in his hair in obvious frustration. After a moment, he turned back to her, a blank look on his face.

"I can't satisfy you, can I?" he sighed, sounding tired. Caitlyn wondered if maybe she was being a little hard on him. He was doing really well and definitely a quick learner. Raising her eyebrows, she noticed how sweaty and worn out he was. She had been pushing him hard.

"Go through it again." Caitlyn said simply, not answering his question. This time, she watched carefully as he did his steps, never before having imagined Nate Gray dancing hip hop. It was an intriguing sight, "Okay, here's your problem," Caitlyn began walking over to him, her words making him stop suddenly, "You-"

"Can't do anything right for you." Nate snapped and Caitlyn's glare shot to his face as she stood in front of him. A silence fell and she considered what she should say to his rude statement.

"You're not trying hard enough." She shrugged simply, eyes passing over his sweaty and flushed face, "Okay, here's your problem." Caitlyn pressed a hand against his chest firmly before looking up at him.

Nate's eyes seemed to burn into hers, the questioning look on his face making her want to fidget. She was mortified with herself to feel the blush creeping into her face but attempted to ignore it as she spoke again, "You're too stiff-stand up straighter, too. That helps with the breathing."

Her other hand rested against his chest and Caitlyn avoided his eyes as she went on, slowly spreading her hands out to rest on his shoulders, "Shoulders back, too." Caitlyn found herself saying much softer than before.

His skin was warm from the effort he was putting out and she could feel the heat seeping through his thin t-shirt. That was the closest they had ever gotten since…and Caitlyn suddenly remembered that they had kissed. How, she did not know, but somehow she had managed to push the thought from her mind, refusing to think about it.

"I think I get it." Nate stated in a low tone and Caitlyn looked up at his eyes, nearly jumping back at the hint of a glare he saw there.

"Let's, um," Caitlyn cleared her throat, screaming at herself to regain her composure-maybe he hadn't noticed that it had melted away momentarily, "let's see you try it now."

"No, I'm done." Nate stated, crossing the room to grab his bottle of water, frowning when he found it empty, "Tomorrow same time?" he asked, already heading toward the door, at Caitlyn's slight nod he nodded too.

"You should stretch-" she began to call, but Nate tossed her a look that let her know that he knew.

"I will at the cabin." He informed her flatly, "And then I'm definitely taking a shower." Nate tossed over his shoulder, "Don't be late tomorrow."

"Whatever, bossy." Caitlyn muttered to herself, turning to grab her own empty water bottle as she left the cabin, focusing on how good the cool, night air felt-and definitely not thinking about Nate needing to take a shower…

So, what's everyone think thus far? Do they hate eachother or not? Lol