"What are you wearing?" He asks and takes a step backward to look at me.

"Yoga clothes." I shrug.

I remember the last time I wore yoga pants in front of Hardin and the crude remarks he spoke and those yoga pants weren't as tight as these.

"Turn around." He says and looks around the hall to make sure we are alone.

'What? No."

"Tessa, turn around." He says again.

"I am not doing that." A group of basketball players walk through the door to our right and Hardin rolls his eyes in defeat. I can't help but smile at his annoyance.

"Well what are you waiting on? Lets go." Hardin says, pulling me down the hallway.

He makes it a point to walk slightly behind me and I suddenly want to go back to the tenth grade when I would tie a sweater around my waist to hide myself.

"You are going to need to get more of these pants." His voice is quiet.

I laugh lightly and grab his hand to force him to walk next to me instead of behind me.

"You aren't seriously taking yoga." No matter how hard I try to picture Hardin posing, the image just won't come.

"Yeah, I am."

"You do know what yoga is don't you?" I ask him as we walk into the room.

"Yes, Tessa. I know what it is and I am taking it with you." He huffs.

"Why?"

"It doesn't matter why, I just want to spend more time with you." Hardin says.

"Oh." I am not convinced by his explanation but I am looking forward to seeing him in yoga class and the extra time with him doesn't hurt either.

The instructor is sitting on a bright yellow yoga mat in the center of the room. Her curly brown hair piled on top of her head and her flower print shirt make a good first impression.

"Where is everyone?" Hardin asks me as I grab a purple mat from the shelving unit on the wall.

"We are early." I hand him a blue one and he examines it before tucking it under his arm.

"Of course we are." He smiles sarcastically and follows me to the front of the room.

I begin to lay my mat down directly in front of the instructor but Hardin grabs my arm to stop me.

"No way, we are sitting in the back." He says.

"What? No, I always sit in the front." I argue.

"Exactly. We are sitting in the back." He repeats and takes my mat from my hands to head to the back of the room.

"If you are going to be grumpy you shouldn't stay." I whisper to him.

"I am not grumpy."

The instructor introduces herself to Hardin and I when we take a seat on our mats and Hardin claims that he knows she is high which makes me giggle.

I begin to grow annoyed as the room fills with girls in tight yoga pants and tiny tank tops that all seem to glance or stare at Hardin. So far he is the only male and if another doesn't show it will be rather irritating. Luckily Hardin doesn't seem to notice the heaps of female attention he is receiving, either that or he is just very used to it, that has to be it. He gets attention like this all of the time. It's not like I blame the girls but he is my boyfriend and they need to look elsewhere. I know some of the girls are looking at him because of his tattoos and piercings, they must be wondering why the heck he is taking a yoga class.

A thin blonde lays her mat directly next to Hardin and she smiles at him when he looks over at her. She blinks a few times and looks down, obviously smitten by him.

"So what do you want to do tonight babe?" I ask loudly, making sure she can hear me.

"What?" Hardin asks.

"What are we doing tonight when we get back to our apartment?" I emphasise the words to try to get my point across.

He glances over at the girl and looks back to me with a smirk covering his face.

"Hmmm.. I don't know, I may be busy." He taunts me and I scowl.

"Teasing." He smiles and shakes his head, obviously amused by my jealousy.

"Okay everyone! Let's get started!" The instructor calls through the room.

She introduces herself as Ms. Laney and gives a short speech about why and how she got into teaching yoga.

"She is never going to shut up is she?" Hardin groans after a few minutes.

"Eager to pose are you?" I raise my brow.

"Pose what?" He asks.

'We will begin with a few stretches." Ms. Laney instructs.

Hardin sits still on the floor while everyone else mimics the instructors actions. I can feel his eyes on me the entire time.

"You are supposed to be stretching." I scold him and he shrugs but doesn't move.

"You in the back, join us." The instructor calls Hardin out.

"Erm.. sure." He mumbles and uncrosses his long legs and stretches them in front of him before attempting to reach his toes.

I force myself to look towards the front of the room and away from Hardin to prevent the laughter that is fighting to surface.

"You are supposed to touch your toes." The blonde girl says to Hardin.

"I am trying." He smiles at her.

Why did he even respond to her and why am I so jealous? She giggles at him while the image of me slamming her head against the floor plays through my mind. I always lecture Hardin about his temper but here I am planning this whores murder... and calling her a whore even though I don't know her.

"I can't really see clearly, I am going to move up." I tell Hardin.

He looks surprised as he speaks.

"Why? I wasn't.." He begins.

"It's nothing, I just want to be able to see and hear what is going on." I explain and drag my mat a few feet, stopping directly in front of Hardin.

I sit down and finish stretching with the group. I don't have to turn around to see the look on Hardin's face.

"Tess." He hisses, trying to get my attention but I don't turn around.

"Tessa."

"Let's begin with the downward dog pose, it is very simple and easy to do." Ms. Laney tells us.

I bend down and place my palms against the mat and look at Hardin through the space between my stomach and the floor. He is standing still with his mouth open.

"Are you going to join us?" Ms. Laney calls Hardin out once more.

If she does it again I won't be surprised if he curses her out in front of the entire class.

I close my eyes and shift my hips so I am bending over completely.

"Tessa." I hear him say again.

"Theresa." He pesters.

"What Hardin? I am trying to concentrate." I say, looking at him again.

He is now bent over attempting to do the pose but his long body is bent at an awkward angle and I can't help but burst into laughter.

"Shut up would you." He snaps and I laugh louder.

"You are terrible at this." I tease.

"You are distracting me." He says through his teeth.

"I am? How?" I love having the upper hand with Hardin because it doesn't happen often.

"You know how." He whispers.

I know the girl next to him can hear us but I don't care, I hope she does.

"Move your mat then." I purposely stand up to stretch and bend back down into the pose.

"You move.. you are the one toying with me."

"Teasing." I correct him using his words from minutes ago against him.

"Okay, lets move into a halfway lift." Ms. Laney says.

I stand again then bend at my waist, putting my hands flat on my knees and making sure my back is at a ninety degree angle.

"You've got to be kidding me." Hardin groans at my bottom practically right in front of his face.

I turn around to look at him and he isn't doing the pose correctly, he has his hands on his knees but his back is almost straight.

"Okay! Now for the forward fold." She calls and I bend down, folding my body.

"It's really like she wants me to fuck you right in front of everyone." He says and I snap my head up to make sure no one heard him.

"Shh.." I plea and hear him chuckle.

"Move your mat or I will say everything that I am thinking right now." He threatens and I quickly stand up and move my mat back to it's previous spot next to him.

"Thought so." He smirks.

"You can tell me those things later." I whisper and he tilts his head to the side.

"Trust me, I will." Hardin promises and my stomach flutters.

He doesn't participate in much of the remainder of class and the blonde ends up moving halfway through, probably because Hardin won't stop talking.

"We are supposed to be meditating." I whisper back to him and close my eyes.

The room is silent except Hardin's quiet whispers.

"This is so fucking lame." He complains.

"You are the one who signed up for yoga."

"I didn't know how lame it was. I am literally about to fall asleep right here."

"Stop whining."

"I can't. You had to go and get me all worked up and now I am stuck sitting cross legged, meditating, with a hard on in a room full of people."

"Hardin!" I hiss, louder than intended.

"Shh.." Multiple voices attempt to silence me.

Hardin laughs and I stick my tongue out at him, earning a dirty look from the girl to my right. Hardin and I taking yoga together is not going to work, I am going to get kicked out or fail.

"We are dropping this class." He says when the meditation is over.

"You are, I am not. I need a P.E credit." I inform him.

"Great first day everyone! I look forward to seeing you later this week." Ms. Laney says, dismissing us.

I roll my mat up but Hardin doesn't bother, he just shoves his onto the shelf.

"There are plenty of other P.E classes you can take."

"I am already in this one."

"Please?" He says and I am taken aback. It is not like Hardin to ask this way so it must be important to him to have a class together.

"Fine, you pick the class then but you know it is going to be stressful going into a new class the second day, if we can even get a slot."

"I may know someone who can help." He teases, referring to his father.

"Name dropper." I smile.

"You've called me worse." He chuckles.

My eyes travel down to his lower region and I can not bring my eyes to leave the prominent bulge in his baggy basketball shorts.

"No more yoga. It's not good for my health." He says, looking down at himself.

I laugh as we walk out of the room and head to the locker rooms.

"But you will need to still get more of these pants." He adds and wraps his arm around my waist and squeezes my bottom making me yelp in surprise.

"Get changed so we can go home." Hardin instructs as we reach the women's locker room.

"Unless of course you want me to join you in there." He smirks, groping me again.

"No, but I am going to wear this home. That dress and those shoes were so uncomfortable all day." I admit.

"Really? Hmm.. what did I tell you?" He boasts.

Instead of answering him, I roll my eyes and walk into the locker room to get my things.

(Thank you for being patient while my family is here visiting! ily all so much! For those of you asking Professor Soto is Blair Redford :) please vote and comment♥)