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A Bad Start

"Hey Deavon, come on in. Let's sit down over there." I said.

"How are you, Rebecca?" Deavon said, kissing my hand.

"Oh, I'm good. I've just been thinking about what we should do. I think we should do a sort of modern ballroom. Kind of like taking different types of music and ballroom dances and mixing them up into a fluid piece; just making our own type of dance. This way the judges of the talent competition can see how many different areas we expertise in." I said, shaking a disgusted feeling.

"Wow…you are way ahead of me. Sounds like a good idea. I was thinking something with a lot of lifts and complicated moves to show that we are strong and graceful. And your idea sort of ties into that." Deavon said.

"Great! Should we practice some lifts or we could run through different ballroom dances or we could just play some music and randomly come up with something, just to test our creativity?" I said.

"Well, I think we should warm up first before deciding what to do." Deavon said.

"Alright." I said, standing up. I went over to the bar and began to stretch me legs. I had a feeling Deavon was watching me. I looked over to where he was stretching quick enough to see him look away. 'Was he checking me out? Probably not.' I thought.

"Rebecca?" Deavon said.

"Yeah?" I said, turning away from the bar.

"Never mind." Deavon said.

"Ok…so did you think about what you want to practice cause I'm open to anything." I said.

"I was thinking that we should practice some very difficult dances. Like the tango, or other Spanish dances." Deavon said.

"Alright." I said, walking over to the stereo and putting in the appropriate CD.

We danced a simple tango, one with little lifts but a lot of quick footwork. (A/N: Becca is wearing heels and will be at most dance practices…if she isn't it will be noted.)

"That was really good." I said, when we finished.

"Yeah, but I think we need to try something more difficult something that test our control, our grace, our speed, and our strength." Deavon said.

"Ok." I said, with an unsure look.

Sure enough we barely made it through the dance. Deavon wanted us to do all these lifts where I'm…well…all up on him. I understand that it is all part of the dance but he was getting a little too handsy.

"You are a very beautiful woman." Deavon said, as we took a break.

"Excuse me!" I said, a little taken back.

"Is it wrong for me to complement you? I think you have a beautiful body." Deavon said.

"Ugh…I have a boyfriend! And I find that very offensive. We are dance partners and possibly friends, but never, ever anything more." I said.

"Well…if you hadn't done all of those seducing moves then maybe I wouldn't have thought of you like that!" Deavon said.

"Whatever! You were checking me out before we even starting dancing and you were the one who wanted to do those moves." I said, astonished that I was even in this argument.

"Oh! So you want me to say sorry for having eyes!" Deavon said, his voice raising.

"Not really! I just think you should've kept your mouth, and since you didn't I think you should apologize for being so blunt!" I said, knowing that soon I would be yelling.

"I thought that you would take it as a complement! I didn't think that you would be so offended! Besides it's not like I want you to fuck me, or anything! I just said you are beautiful. What the hell is wrong with that?!" Deavon yelled.

"You really want to know what the hell is wrong with it! Huh! It gives me the fucking chills. It makes me think you are some disgusting, perverted, asshole! Well, know I don't need to think that because I know the truth! You are a disgusting, perverted, asshole! I can't believe I'm stuck with you!" I yelled.

"You know what?!" Deavon yelled, but he didn't finish because his phone rang. He quickly grabbed it and spat into it, "What?" Then he turned around and lowered his voice and said, "Is she okay?...I'll be there in a couple minutes." Then hung up the phone, grabbed his stuff and said, "Rebecca, I'm sorry. If you are still uncomfortable you can suggest a partner switch. I will try to contain myself though. You really are a great dancer and I think that we will have a great dance if we work together. I've got a family situation, so I will see you at class." Deavon said, leaving.

In frustration, I shut everything off and went home. I must have still been mad because when I came home, I slammed the front door and Jesse said, "I'm guessing it didn't go well."

"Ha, no shit Sherlock." I said, still in a pissy mood.

"What happened?" Jesse said.

"Deavon was flirting with me and when I chewed him out for it, he just…ugh…I hate him so much." I said, going from mad to sad almost immediately. I slowly slipped down on the floor and began to cry.

Jesse came over there and convinced me to go to the couch to talk about it. "Ok, now tell me everything." Jesse said, in a stern tone.

"It's not a big deal…we just got in a stupid fight." I said, getting up to go wash my face.

"I don't believe that it was just a stupid fight." Jesse said, pulling me back down.

"I don't want you to get mad." I said, beginning to cry again.

"I won't get mad." Jesse said.

"Well, Deavon had just been flirting with me the whole time. He was checking me out, and what not. Then he said I had a beautiful body and I got offended. I…" I said.

"He said what?!" Jesse said, getting mad.

"He commented on my body." I said.

"That freaking…was what he said really obscene?" Jesse said, trying to keep clam.

"No, I just thought it wasn't appropriate. We continued to argue and I sort of called him an asshole. Before he could respond, he got a phone call, apologized and left. I can't believe I said such things. I was so wrong." I said, beginning to cry harder.

"Shh…shh…Becca it's alright. You both made a mistake and the only way to make it right is to talk to Deavon and work something out. If things continue like this then ask for a new partner. I don't like seeing you like this." Jesse said, kissing me.

Next dance class, the instructors were having everyone individually talk about their dance ideas to get them approved for the show. Also the instructors were going to work with each group individually to help with lifts, choreography, and such.

"Hey Deavon." I said, quietly.

"Hi." Deavon said.

"I just want to say I was a little harsh with what I said, and that we had a bad start. I'm really sorry." I said.

"No, it's my fault. If I hadn't said anything then things wouldn't have happened like it did." Deavon said.

"Wanna start again?" I asked.

"Sure…Hello, my name is Deavon." Deavon said, sticking his hand out.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Rebecca." I said, shaking his hand, laughing.

"Rebecca and Deavon, over here please." Will, one of the best instructors there said. "So, what do you have planned so far?" He said.

"Well…I was thinking about us doing something where we mix up a bunch of different kind of dances into one fluid piece." I said.

"And I was think about doing something with a lot of complicated footwork and lifts." Deavon said.

"Sounds good. How about we practice some lifts? Let's do some smooth ones? Rebecca on point, come towards Deavon in a leap. Deavon you will catch her so one leg is at point. Like you will grab her left leg near upper knee, lower thigh. Right leg will be in fouettépose. Deavon, you will be holding her about mid calf. Do you think you can do that?" Will said.

"Of course, that doesn't sound too hard." I said.

This practice was a lot better than our other one. I hope it continues to be good. Little did I know things would get worse.

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