Laura

Way. too. short.

His angelic face changed from happy to horror​, and then to fierce anger.

"No, we are not recruiting him. He is trash. End of the story." I blurted out strong. My voice echoed loud as the silent recruitment team looked with shock.

No one had ever dared to talk against the recruitment team, especially me, some girl who was only recruited yesterday. But I had to raise my voice against him.

I slouched back on the polished mirror trying to maintain my calm figure while my heart was racing like on a marathon.

Hell yeah! Pissing him off is a piece of chocolate sponge cake.

Here he stood under the yellow light on the stage, sweat flowing down his perfect face after the spectacular dance performance.

Christian Dominique, being rejected.

The word 'rejection' had never been engraved in the history of the famous YouTuber\dancer, Christian Dominique. With his orphic taste in dancing and motivated energy, he could have the world. No doubt there, but he deserves this embarrassment.

What an enjoyable sixty seconds, I thought to myself as I looked at him.

His handsome face was red as drops of sweat flowed down through the creases of his forehead. His clenched jaw hinted his demonic rage, his godly cheekbone dominating his chiselled face. His black eyebrows knitted together above his hazel-brown eyes, screaming anger.

That million dollars look on the face of the famous womanizer

Being two years older than me, the golden puberty card made him more irresistible to look. His body was perfect with worked out muscles, his six-pack lied just above his low dark blue jeans, dotted with sweat. It looked like he worked so hard for this selection.

"But Laura, I think he is perfectly fine. We need his talent to win the dance." Asher spoke from the opposite corner of the room, his crystal blue eyes were confused.

Asher Knight is the leader of our secret dance community. We both are seniors in Archerwood Middle School, graduating to high school within next month. being a shy boy, we only exchanged glances even though we were in same class.

His flexible body, a charming face and his talent in tango got him into the club and also made him 'acting leader'. Quite opposite to his bewitching beauty, his innocent heart always roots for someone with raw talent.

He always believed that everyone deserves a second chance in life. That's how I was chosen when the whole team said that I wasn't good enough.

"Asher, you don't "know" him as I do. These kind of people are a recipe for disaster."I said. My sleek black ponytail flipped back at my shoulders as I got up and tossed the newspaper.

The sharp fling landed on the wooden table near Asher. He took it in his hands, his eyes glued to the information.

"Dominique, the rich womanizer is always a loose cannon."

Maya, a team member read out loud the bold headlines.

This scandalous heading made news on the fourth page with the evidence of Christian, partying hard at the private club and him getting arrested for public nuisance and intoxication.

"Do you now want him?", I explained the situation to the club. The paper spoke for me.

SECRET DANCE COMMUNITY.

Secrecy is sworn to death as the dance we were about to compete was forbidden. One little mistake and we will all be in jail.

This club was started by our high school senior and Asher's best friend Ryan, three months ago to polish the raw talents and to use them to win as much as one million in the forbidden dance. After a couple of mysterious dances grabbed enough attention for us to enter the competition, we were chased by notorious police and major league companies to incorporate ideas.

But good times don't last long. After graduation, Ryan went off to college leaving the club leaderless. That's when Asher was elected. The only one thing Ryan insisted was to keep our identities safe.

Only one rule.

No famous person or attention attractive.

"But it isn't a big deal. The paparazzi want something to cook up a story. That's weeks ago. Now it is a dead letter.", Christian explained with a stubborn voice as he ran his fingers through the dense-coal hair trying to win against his cardinal sin.

"Your stupid brain is hard-wired to attract attention.", I commented while David and the rest of the crew still immersed in the unknown mystery.

Being the spoiled son of a famous billionaire, Christian is always tagged with paparazzi, police and party animals. Recruiting him is like eating a hot chilli-pickle sandwich for dinner.

Pain in the ass, every morning.

"I heard a lot about you. Aren't you the one who burned a car in front of the mall? Some serious shit, man.", Maya followed my path.

"I don't want to go to jail."

"What a cheat."

Critiques began to flare up, causing chaos.

"Enough." A strong voice of Asher echoed across the empty hall, suppressing the crowd. Anger hinted in his voice as Asher threw the newspaper at Christian's face.

"Mr Dominique. You are rejected." Asher made the last call.

Mission accomplished.

I saw Christian, standing mortified. Crowds scattered soon while I threw a sarcastic pity look at Christian and took my bag from the wooden floor.

I really got to admit that he is full of self-pride and tricky tactics. Within two days, his sensible humour and down to earth confidence made a home run in everyone's heart. Everyone, even Asher was proud of him. But when the right time hit, I bruised his male ego, kicking him out of the club.

I know who he really is.

I turned to see Christian standing rigidly on the almost empty room with his bag on one side of his shoulders.

Suddenly, he strode fast towards me. I started to back up until I hit against the cold mirror behind me. I froze but still managed to stay strong.

His hazel eyes locked with mine, an intensifying chill thrilled down my spine. I could see the golden freckles gleaming with frenzy. He smashed his hand against the mirror, locking me between him and the mirror. The close proximity made me catch my breath.

For some reason, that was satisfyingly hot. Now I understand the reason behind his Casanova.

"Sweetie, Why are you doing this to me?" His low husky voice sounded manly, as his neck slowly vibrated his Adam apple.

I just stared back at him, cringing at those honey blazed sweet words.

"This money really means a lot to me. I really want to be selected." He said, his voice whispered through my ears.

A lot to you? He is in denial. You should get used to these. I thought.

A smirk escaped from my lips, adding insult to his injury.

I would love not to laugh at serious situations but my mouth never listen. It's being a wench.

"Say please", I demanded.

He ran his hand through the dark hair, as he rolled his eyes as a sign of serious annoyance.

"Please." He said in a low voice, his eyes failed to meet mine, giving up on his great self-pride.

"You doesn't matter to us anymore, Christian," I said as my hands pushed him away to escape his captivity.

Now you know who is the boss? The inner me stood like Captain America.

He let out a haughty scoff, which reached his limit on his angry-o-meter. His composed body was now packed with a tensed muscle bulging on the sides of his sweaty shirt.

"Does rejection feels good, Quincy?" I asked, picking up his hints of vexation.

His bronze pupils dilated to pinpoint and relaxed back as he heard his middle name, trying to find out the hidden puzzle.

"How do.. you know..my middle name?" His eyebrow arched a perfect curve.

"Well. You know Samantha?" I said.

"The blondie from...Archerwood."

"My best friend." Anger erupted inside me. For anyone who thought that I was really brutal for smashing his dreams, I did it on purpose.

Samantha, who was once happy and innocent was left heartbroken when he dumped her after a six-month relationship by a small direct message, "u r boring. Let's end."

He took away not only her virginity but also her self esteem.

Those moments when she started to doubt her beauty, her worth and her helpless screams rang in my ears every time I see Christian's arrogant face.

"So this is pure vengeance." his eyes twinkled in mischief.

"For the sake of every stab you gave to her soul. She was never the same. How could you do this to her, you as-", I started to shout at him, blaming the ruthless truth.

In a swift, his hands smothered my lips as I struggled to talk back, my voice muffled low but my flaring eyes threw daggers. My hands tried to push away his grip, but I stood helpless.

"Shush." He made a slight whisper as he locked me against the wall. I could feel his warm body against mine.

He looked intensely into my eyes, he wore an unreadable face, his wet black strands, falling in front of his naughty face. His lips slowly turned into a smile.

That kittenish smile tells me one thing.

Which.

I'm not expecting.

"Does revenge feels sweet, babydoll?" He asked as his breath hit on my neck. My heart darted through my mouth, smashing the panic buttons.

"One day you get to taste your own medicine. I'll make sure you. Would. Never. Forget." He whispered into my ears, his voice deep.

What are you talking about?

"Come high or hell waters, YOU ARE MINE", he said and quickly left, leaving me in fright.

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