Laura P. O. V:

He is so freaking bad.

Soon after he was accepted, or bribed his way into the club, we got a week long spring break. Since there was a lot to learn, we both cancelled every plans with our friends.

But for the past three days, Christian lounged around, lazily with Luke. Luke is either a lazy bone who crunches on the leftover pizza and drank coke all day or a bizarre party animal who get stupid drunk at two in the afternoon and get hangovers by night.

Pairing him with Christian is like letting crazy monkeys loose on the neatly organized market.

Chaos is their newfound trademark.

I stood against the cushioned wall after practice, eyeballing every move he made. His rapidity of his hands and his intense eyes glued to the screen as he and Luke played furiously on Xbox. His concentration never missed from the game or diverted to the dancing babes who pranced around in sports bra and shorts.

"Yah, he hasn't changed.", Maya said, as we both eyed like hawk on its prey.

"Well, he is still silly and stupid and never serious.", She sighed, sorrow creeped, worrying about the dance.

"Don't worry, he will pick up the pace.", I gave her a satisfying lie.

Anger raged in me, knowing he is taking our dance as a silly game. I trotted irately and stood before the illuminated screen, their faces sprawled against my figure struggling to get a view of the interesting game.

"Honeybee, mind moving your butt? It's distracting.", He said, his bright eyes still glued to the effulgent screen.

"You have spent three days, playing stupid Xbox!"

No response.

"Did you even try to free walk?"

No response.

Suddenly, the screen turned off into pitch black with a supersonic flash of white line.

Both faces turned angry, their eyes threw daggers.

"Game over.", Maya came with the plug in her hand.

"What? We were on the edge to save the hostage. Now they would be dead.", Christian said, bothered by some animation.

"Get up.", Authority dominated my voice, my face was dead serious.

He sensed the tension, immediately as he stretched his legs, letting out a relaxing moan and got up from his sluggishness.

"Christian, are you playin-"

He blinked his eyes hard, groaning.

"I guess something is wrong with my eyes, because I can't take them off you.", Flirtatious pick up line startled me, blush rose on my cheeks for an unknown reason.

"Wow. I could use that to pick up girls", Luke swirled his hands around Chris, both giggling with mockery tease.

"Alright, lemme try one on Maya."

"Maya, where have you been?", Luke asked her.

"Um. Hiding from you.", Her straight comeback hit him hard, but didn't stop him.

"Because your butt is way out of the world", Luke laughed, as Christian high fived him.

Frustrated, Maya walked away, annoyed by his insult.

Both were startled with shame and confusion, as I burned Christian with my anger.

"Follow me, right now."

***

"Down!", I shouted.

"Still down?"

"Till the floor, Christian."

"Oh my God, are you kidding? I can't do that. Some things are not healthy for boys. You should understand!", He said, as he balanced his body with his hefty hands.

"It's easy if you follow the steps.", I said, as I did a flawless split, my pointed legs stretched out.

"It's easy for you cause you have no boy parts.", He said, between the painful groans, struggling to keep his groin from touching the floor.

I got up and pushed him down by shoulder, till his groin touch the floor, agonizing screams echoed through the empty room.

It was nearly twilight, the crescent chalky moon enjoying its view, serenity flowed through the window above. Everyone left early after practice, leaving us behind.

"Alright. If you are punishing me. I'm sorry.", He said, understanding the torture.

At last.

"Breathe."

"Stay for five minutes.", I said, pushing him down my his shoulders for exact five minutes as he cried for help nonstop.

"Relax", I left him.

"Are you hurt, my precious goodies?", He wriggled into a ball, letting his painful groans and secretly cussing me a little. Sweat drowned his shirt, which stick to his hefty muscles.

"Next, pirouette.", I said, as he blubbered with fear of never ending torment.

"Stretch your right leg.", I started the instructions.

***

After hours of agonizing cries and painful stretches, I let him for a five minute break, as he said he was thirsty.

It was midnight, and we haven't eaten anything. At least I sneaked into the fridge and had a mouthful bite of Chicken pizza, but Christian never had a chance. His stomach growled a lot in between stretches but I chose to ignore it, tormenting him to death.

Have I gone too far? Well, he deserves it.

I stood near the fridge, as Christian was secretly rummaging through the fridge for a snack without my knowledge.

"What are you doing in the fridge?", I asked.

"I... I was searching for water.", He stammered.

"It's there.", I pointed out, a long water bottle in the edge of room.

"Right. Didn't see it.", He laughed awkwardly as he went to grab it.

He would be probably thinking what a bad teacher.

I laughed, bliss aroused seeing him, struggling with his undying hunger as he pranced to get the bottle, kicking his legs out in anger.

"Hey, let's have pizza", I shouted, seeing his tired face instantly brightened up with cherubic high spirits.

***

We sat down in the middle of the hall, hot pizza, spreading savory sweetness on one side and some long last cold beer. Our tired face was washed with sterling moonlight, flowing melodies through the boom box and squishy cushions for our extremely tired bodies, lied flat.

Food, slow music, serene dark and soft pillow. It was heavenly intoxication.

He opened the pizza box and stared at the half bitten piece.

"You sneaked a bite?", He asked furiously.

"I'm your teacher. I do all the questioning.", I said with authority.

"I said. I said I smelled Mac cheese on you."

"Alright. Alright. It's all yours."

We lied flat, our bodies melting comfortably on the cushions, relaxing endorphins rushed through the veins, tranquilizing relief, too good to last.

"It is like I'm floating in the wild blue sky.", He let out a relaxing sigh, feeling good after a long day.

"It's relieving, right? Like you could escape from all the stress and worries for once."

"Yah."

"Christian, why are you here?", I asked, worry tinted on my voice.

"What do you mean? To dance!"

"You are taking it too playful."

"Dance is just a passionate hobby for me."

"It may be a hobby for you. And you won't take hobbies seriously. But it's really important."

"Why?"

"Do you know how much we get if we won?"

"Fifty thousand dollars?"

"Five millions. It's a heck amount of money for some of us."

"That lot? God, I would go partying all year."

"Yah. That's you. But some of us has priorities."

"Priorities?"

"Maya has a mom who is battling cancer and she has to pay fee for her sister. Luke has been kicked out of college because he has no money. He loves to study Physics. It's his dream."

Christian face hardened with concern, for the first time I saw his face with this much empathy. His eyebrows were knitted together on his soft dauntless face and his deep eyes showed genuine sympathy with sparkles of candor and fidelity.

"Sorry, I have no idea.", He manage to say after a long pause of silence and over thinking.

"We all have no idea on who is battling what. That's why we have to kind and genuine." I said, as I saw the millions of stars twinkling happily in the dark sky.

The stars knew there is creeping darkness around them, but still they chose to shine bright.

"So, if you need to help, practice hard or get out."

***