As we finish up the short routine we’ve just done on the lawn, I watch in mild amusement as the girl in the Dancer shirt shakes her head at Danny and folds the flyer in half before cramming it into her back pocket, looking less than enthusiastic about the prospect of trying out for the team. The girl standing next to her with the pixie cut and face jewelry looks embarrassed like she can’t believe her friend is acting so standoffish. Both girls are cute, but the one I have my eye on is the blonde. She’s pretty in a subtle sort of way, the kind of girl that you might not pick out in a lineup, but who probably cleans up well. Humble. Sweet. Quiet. She seems like the type who might want a steady relationship instead of a one-night stand, and that’s exactly the type of woman I am not looking for. I don’t do relationships. Not anymore.
Beads of sweat drip from my brow as I grab a towel and a bottle of water and pop the cap, momentarily forgetting about the girls Danny is talking to as I chug the water, my eyes landing upon one of my teammates, Karen, as she sidles up beside me, no doubt ready to try her hand once more at getting me out on a date. Karen is nice, sure, but she’s pushy, and I don’t like that. Not to mention, she’s not the dancer she thinks she is, and that in itself is a real turnoff. But, as Danny tells us every day, we can’t afford to turn away mediocre dancers right now. Not with the competition coming up.
“Looking good out there, Theo,” Karen says, grabbing a bottle of water for herself before she takes off the cap and takes a dainty sip. Her dark hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail and the pointy curves of her hips sway as she walks and moves about. She’s attractive, I’ll give her that. But again, I don’t do relationships.
“Thanks,” I say. “You, too.” That’s a lie, but she doesn’t know any better. Girls like Karen think they’re better than they are—at everything.
Before she can push for a more mundane conversation, I flash her a polite smile and then move away, reaching into my pocket to check my cell phone, hoping that will be enough to detour her. She doesn’t follow me, thank God, but I’m surprised to see that I have a missed call from my twin sister, Sasha. A brief moment of panic wells inside me as I check the voicemail.
“Hey, bro, it’s me. I just—well, I wanted to call you and tell you I miss you. We need to get together soon, yeah? Xander is keeping the team pretty busy, but maybe I can sneak out and visit at some point, anyway.” There’s a small chuckle on the other end of the line, and I close my eyes, hearing the pain in her voice. My hand tightens around the cell phone and I shake my head, wishing I hadn’t missed her call. “Um, okay, I have to go. Love you.”
I press the save button on my phone before hanging up and pocketing it again. I know if I try to call her back, she won’t answer. Especially not if her controlling, douchebag boyfriend and team leader Xander is around, whispering bullshit in her ear.
God, I fucking hate that guy.
“T, my man, why the long face?” Mark, one of my best friends, spots me shoving the phone back into my pocket and furrows his brow before scrunching up his empty water bottle and tossing it aside. Mark, just like Danny, is basically a brother to me. Even if I wanted to hide my anger right now, I wouldn’t be able to in front of him.
“Another voicemail from Sasha,” I tell him, settling down on the bench on the lawn to compose myself. Mark takes a seat next to me, running a hand through his disheveled blonde hair. As a couple of freshmen girls strut past us, Mark winks at them, drawing giggles from the girls as they continue down the pathway. I roll my eyes. Out of the three of us, Mark is the most charismatic. On the outside, he’s perfect. Handsome, charming, street smart, and intuitive, not to mention an incredible dancer. But only those that really know him understand the secrets he holds within.
We all have similar secrets.
“Ah,” Mark says, turning his attention back to me. “Your sexy twin sister. How is she doing on this fine day?”
“She sounded harassed, but what’s new,” I grumble. “I know for a fact that Xander treats her like shit.”
“Xander treats everyone like shit,” Mark confirms, and this only annoys me more. It was just recently that Sasha abandoned this team to move to a different troupe, brimming with bullshit lies that her new boyfriend and fellow competitor, Xander, would make her the star she always dreamed of becoming. So far, they were no better than us of course, but my sister had always been the gullible one. “Should we go beat him up?” Mark asks. His tone is lightly teasing, but I know damn well that if I say yes, he’d jump at the opportunity to bash someone’s face in.
“I’d love to, but we can’t,” I huff. “Danny would kill us if we got marked up before the competition.”
“Might be worth it, though,” Mark says with a not-so-innocent shrug, and I shake my head.
“It wouldn’t matter. It’s not like Sasha would learn any better. All we’d have as a consolation prize is an angry sister and a pissed-off team.”
We sit and stew in silence for a moment before my eye catches Danny crossing the lawn towards us. He’s beaming, which is a surprise because the last I saw, the girls he’d been talking to didn’t seem interested at all in the team. Also, Danny doesn’t smile much, to begin with.
“What’s wrong with your face?” Mark asks, folding his arms across his chest as Danny stops in front of us, leaning against the closest tree with a smirk.
“Did you see her?” he asks, and Mark frowns.
“See who?”
“The girl I was talking to.”
“No.”
“I did,” I tell him. “Which one are you talking about? The blond or the pixie cut?”
“Both, but the blond specifically.”
“What about her?”
Danny is still smirking, like he’s hiding some secret he can’t wait to break. “I invited her to tryouts tomorrow night,” he informs us, and even Mark has the decency to look shocked.
“Private tryouts?” he confirms, and Danny nods. “But why?”
“She’s a dancer. Ballet.”
I look at Mark, who’s now squinting up at Danny with a puzzled frown. “I thought we were set for girls,” he pouts. “The ones we have already aren’t any good.”
“She’s good,” Danny says confidently. “I can tell.”
I almost keep my mouth shut, but I’m too curious to ignore it. “No offense, man, but she didn’t really seem interested, did she?”
“No,” Danny confirms. “Not really. But it doesn’t matter, because I can see it in her. There’s something about her that this team needs.”
“That doesn’t do much good if she doesn’t show up to tryouts.” I toss back the remainder of my water before crumpling up the empty bottle and tossing it toward the bin. It hits the side, bounces off, and rolls back to my feet. Mark sniggers before standing up to grab the bottle and tosses it himself. It lands square in the middle, just like always. I feign irritation before turning to look at Danny.
“Fine,” I say. “But if she doesn’t show up and/or disappoints you, I forbid you from pouting about it for the next three months.”
“Deal,” Danny says, still beaming. Mark leans into me and rolls his eyes.
“As if.”
“You’d be crazy not to go to this thing, you know.” Tara is lying on her bed in our dorm, flipping through a grunge fashion magazine as soft music plays from my laptop in the background. I’m cross-legged on my bed, munching on a bag of chips we’d snagged from the dining hall, pondering her words. Since we’d run into Danny and his team earlier, she’s been relentless in reminding me that I’m a big girl now (her words) and that if I want to dance, I can fucking dance. Also her words. And while I know she’s right, it doesn’t make the prospect any less intimidating. I haven’t even started classes yet. If Sadie caught wind of my tryouts before my first homework assignment, shit would hit the fan. “Yeah, you keep saying that,” I remind her, licking Cheeto dust from my fingers. Chips aren’t the only thing we’d snagged from the dining hall. Cookies, pastries, crackers, and an assortment of other junk food currently litter my bed. Sadie never allowed it in the house, so it’s safe to say I’ve be
“Well, that was a shit show.” Theo looks over at me a few hours later and rolls his eyes. We’re still sitting in the auditorium, going through potential dancers that had tried out tonight. And while his words are harsh, I have to silently agree. Aside from a very, very small handful of dancers, Theo is right. Tonight was a shit show.I can't stop thinking about Faith. I don't know her well, but I feel like she could be an asset to our dance troupe. Mark and Theo had been right about her inability to loosen up. She seemed insecure on the stage, wary, like if she messed up it would be the end for her. It was clear to me that Faith had demons, ones that were so severe she took to hiding instead of facing them. But as my friends already knew, we all had demons among us.“I think we should call Faith,” I say as the three of us pack up our bags and make our way out. It’s dark out now, and very few people are still walking around. Home for us is a ramshackle house off-campus. It’s not fancy,
Thanks to Tara, I now own more than a handful of ankle-length skirts and knitted sweatshirts, so I’m already feeling more confident walking into class dressed in a sleek pair of black leggings that accentuate my butt and a hip sweater than hangs off one shoulder. I’ve done my hair today, letting it fall in golden waves down my back, and the small pallet of makeup I invested in lights up my features today.If Sadie saw me, she’d have had a stroke. I won’t dare tell her that my food allowance went to clothes and makeup. Eventually, I’ll have to come up with a better solution, because Sadie will cut me off the first chance she gets.I feel extra giddy today due to Danny’s text message last night. I had been certain they wouldn’t even consider me, so I’d been pleasantly surprised to see the message come through.But I was still hesitant. If Sadie found out that I was dancing, she’d cut me off. As of right now, she and my father were funding my college experience, and that had been one of
“Danny says you’ve been assigned to me,” Faith says, stepping into the auditorium where I’m waiting the next day to practice with her. She’s not wrong. Danny has officially made me Faith’s gatekeeper because Theo is too much of a dick to do it without scaring her off. I hadn’t realized I’d been so welcoming to get the privilege of wasting my time with her, but here we are.“Yeah,” I mutter. “What fun.” Today, she’s dressed in black and gold leggings that show off the dancer muscles in her thighs and calves, as well as another off-shoulder sweatshirt that openly gives a peek of her black lacy bra. Her blond hair is pulled up in a messy bun today, and while she’s not wearing any makeup that I can see, it doesn’t really matter. Faith’s beauty is natural, and I’d be lying to myself and everyone else if I said I didn’t find her attractive, despite my feelings about the team.“Look,” Faith says, dropping her dance bag at her feet. She puts her hands on her hips and glares at me. Gone is the
Sparks feel like they’re flying from the tips of my toes as Mark kisses me, but just as soon as I’ve fallen into his seduction, I pull away, wanting to slap myself. I raise my fingers to my lips, feeling where his lips were against mine. Mark is staring at me, and I can practically see the wheels turning in his head. For a moment, I think he might try to kiss me again, but after a second he shakes his head and shuts the door before walking around the car to get into the driver’s seat. For a few seconds, neither of us says anything. We don’t know what to say. The car becomes a stifling cocoon, filled with an uncomfortable silence. My heart pounds in my chest, and I struggle to catch my breath. The intensity of Mark's kiss still lingers on my lips, sending a jolt of confusion and desire through my veins. But as the haze of the moment begins to clear, a wave of guilt washes over me.I turn my gaze towards the window, trying to compose myself. Thoughts race through my mind, my emotions co
Can you train Faith today? I’m taking a break.Mark’s text message pops up once more in my head as I walk, the rays of the morning sun pierce through the thick canopy of trees, casting dappled shadows across the university’s quad. Today is the day I have decided to take matters into my own hands, determined to drive the new girl, Faith, out of our lives. We don't need another liability, another person to be responsible for like my sister. The weight of Sasha’s decisions already burdens me beyond measure, and I can't bear the thought of taking on more. I don’t know what’s up with Mark, but it doesn’t matter. If he can’t drive her away, then I will.Faith stands a few feet away when I arrive at the auditorium around lunchtime, her eyes filled with hope and an eagerness to prove herself. It irritates me, that spark of enthusiasm she possesses. I am determined to extinguish it, to show her just how futile her efforts are. She is an outsider, a disruption to our carefully cultivated team.
I hobble out of the doctor's office, my right foot encased in a clunky black boot. The sprained ankle is a painful reminder of my clumsiness during dance practice, but I know Theo feels bad. Mark, Danny, and Theo are by my side, their concerned expressions reflecting their genuine care for me. Yesterday, I was sure that not a single one of them even gave a damn."I can't believe I have to wear this thing," I grumble, my voice filled with frustration. "And I won't be able to dance for a few days."Mark's gaze flickers towards me for a brief moment before he averts his eyes, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. I notice the subtle tension between us, remnants of the unexpected kiss shared between us last night. The memory sends a shiver down my spine, but in front of Danny and Theo, I have to keep my emotions in check. What would they think if they found out about the kiss?Danny shoots a glare at Theo, his irritation evident. "You should have been more careful, Theo. You know how im
I can't believe I'm doing this.I stand outside Faith’s dorm, fidgeting with the flowers in my hand. I’ve already spoken with Tara and arranged to have her gone for a few hours tonight, but I’m nervous, anyway. Will Faith be happy to see me? Annoyed? It’s been two days since the run-in with her parents, and she’s basically been stuck in her dorm nursing a swollen ankle and doing her homework online.Something has to change.Taking a deep breath, I knock on the door, my heart pounding with anticipation. This is a bold move, but I want to show her how much I care. She deserves to be treated like a fucking queen, and I intend to make her feel like royalty tonight.A moment later, before I lose my cool and bolt, Faith answers the door. Her gaze takes me in, her eyes traveling from the smile on my face to the bouquet in my hands.“Danny,” she says softly. “Hi.”“Hi, Faith. Can I come in?”She hesitates, but only briefly, and then steps aside so I can step through the threshold. Just as she