Hey minions, I am really sorry this update is late.
But! Lady Inspiration has graced me with her gift! I'm hard at work with chapter 6, so get ready!
Btw, BIG thank you to fairytail-ships and kiss-me-khaos for being such wonderful BETA's. =)

Peach loves you for all your hardwork and time.

Vocabulary Lesson #2

Pirouette: to spin on one foot (either pointe or demi-pointe) with the raised foot touching the supporting leg's knee with the knee turned out

Enjoy!

Chapter 5

Her anger flared at his mocking gesture and she glowered at him. She moved to the stereo and changed CDs, now preparing for her class.

"I didn't mean to scare you," he stated, approaching her from the side.

"That's a terrible apology," she spat.

He shuffled his feet and leaned against the wall.

"You're a great dancer," he began. She shot daggers in his direction, cutting off his pitch.

"No."

She could not convey just how much she hated him in that moment. He had intruded on her moment, distracted her from penance.

"I don't want to be your partner," she included.

He smirked, "Wasn't gonna ask ya."

That would be another mistaken assumption on her part. He turned to walk out, but she called to him.

"Did you...need something? Here?" she folded her arms over her chest.

Without him in the room, the cold air stung, and the expansive walls suddenly became unbearably distant.

He looked at her with a haughty expression, "Thought you might want a partner."

His eyes drifted to the area of the room where she had recently vacated. He was implying that he would step in for her routine. Little did he know she required no one else.

"That's the same as asking if I'll be your partner," she pointed out. Didn't he have something better to do than badger her?

His face twisted into an expression of thought. He shrugged, as if to say 'oh well' and retreated out the door.

She stared after him, frowning at his absence and eventually dragged herself away to put her pointe shoes on.

She sat on the floor nearest the stereo and pulled the worn satin over her feet. Though her feet were bruised and bony, to her they were a sign of strength. She loved ballet, had practiced it since she was a little girl.

She fastened the ribbon over her ankle and pulled a pair of warmers over them to keep her muscles pliable. They unrolled up to her thigh, just under her spandex shorts.

She waddled to a decent opening in the mirror, practicing pirouettes.

But he couldn't bring himself to leave, not yet. He waited, again, with his back against the door, peeking around the frame to watch her through the mirror. He admired the ballerina's strength.

Unintentionally, he released a sigh, observing her turns on pointed toes. She was a graceful creature and calming to watch.

"Hey Gajeel!"

The giant man jerked as he had been caught. A little girl with midnight blue hair standing as tall as his waist approached him with pink slippers in hand.

He smirked as Fairy Tail's up and coming child prodigy hugged him tightly.

"Hey kid," he greeted, patting her back.

Wendy recently graduated to the adult classes to keep up with her talent and had grown attached to Gajeel.

He frequently tutored her after hours in anything she had found interesting or particularly difficult, but it was time well spent. She was a highlight to his evenings spent alone.

"Are we meeting again tonight?" she asked while tying her long pigtails up into severe buns. She was prepping for Levy's class.

"No. Didn't Carla tell ya t'take it easy for a week?"

Her guardian, Carla, was quite strict when it came to Wendy's classes. The little girl was known for dancing through broken bones.

She twisted her smile into a disappointed frown. Apparently, she didn't know Carla had talked to him about canceling their sessions for awhile.

A sudden thought came to him. He leaned down, and whispered in her ear to avoid being overheard.

She gave him a mischievous grin, delighted by his plan, and flitted to the ballerina's class.

It was a genius idea. Now, he just had to get Bunny Girl in on it.

"Okay! Well done, guys. See you Monday."

Levy dismissed her last class of the day, waving her good byes. One or two students stuck around to perfect a pose at the barre, but most left.

She didn't expect them to know her right away, but she also didn't expect stony cold silence. It would probably take a few classes until they warmed to her. It wouldn't be so awkward then.

She took a seat near the stereo and unlaced her pointe slippers. She was exhausted, and in dire need of a shower. She collected her things and picked herself off the floor, stepping out of the studio and walking down the hall towards the women's changing room.

When she reached her locker, she retrieved her phone, unlocking it to see the time: 7:04 pm.

"Hey!"

Levy looked up to see the aerobics instructor coming in the door and undress at her own locker.

"Hi," she answered timidly, avoiding her suddenly naked body. Levy was a little more self-conscious and didn't strip in front of other people, so she took her clean clothes into the shower with her, turning the water on.

"So! How did you like your classes?"

Apparently, the curvy blonde was chatty. Levy wet her hair and lathered a dollop of shampoo into her curls, massaging her scalp.

"Um...fine?" she answered. She had never had a conversation in the shower before. It was a weird experience.

"Just 'fine'?" she asked. Levy heard the rustling of a shower curtain and another shower-head come on in a nearby stall.

"Well, I don't think they're used to my style of teaching. I think it's going to take some time. To get used to me, I mean."

Levy was now rinsing the suds off from her strawberry scented body wash, shutting off the water when her hair was clear of soap. She towel-dried her dripping locks, wiping herself down before stepping into a pair of lavender colored panties.

"You know, a couple of us are going to get some drinks. Just instructors. You should come. Meet everyone."

Levy paused with her head stuck in her t-shirt. She couldn't remember the last time she had been invited to go out.

"Where at?" she called, pushing her arms into the long sleeves.

"Cait Shelter. On Fifth Street. You in?"

Her question came out much clearer since Lucy had shut off the water flow. Levy poked her head out of the curtain, seeing that Lucy had done the same and they grinned at one another.

"I'm game."