"Really?" He looked so shocked when I said yes. "Why not? I like a challenge and well...it was one of the nicest offers I'd ever gotten" I could feel the blush creep up my cheeks but I hoped it would be disguised by the relatively dimmed lighting of this house.

"I'd be honoured so do we start on Sunday? " he asked me and I nodded in response "but we are going to have to put in a lot of work" I warned and he shrugged "nothing I can't handle..." he suddenly got close to me and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

And of course only one thought kept running around my mind: Was Lincoln Valentine about to kiss me?

Apparently I wouldn't know because at that moment Rory and Ireland walked over with drinks in hand. I sniffed my drink cautiously, I wasn't quite sure what it was. "I got you pink lemonade" whispered Ireland and I was happy with that , I didn't particularly like alcohol (which was ironic since I had a fake ID) and I usually tended to avoid it but sometimes I would drink maybe or two drinks.

Taking a sip I watched Ireland blush every time Rory spoke to her and occasionally I thought I could see a slight pink tint to his cheeks but maybe that was just the alcohol.

Almost two hours later Ireland was tipsy and Lincoln was completely drunk. He, Rory and Ezra were honestly hilarious drunk, they liked to sing the schools war cry at the top of their lungs and were joined by their entire team. I could see some of the cheerleaders jumping up and down to the cheer (I recognised Clarke, Elodie and another girl named Jenny).

Everyone was united in victory and it felt nice.

A little while later Lincoln came stumbling over to me. "Cairo!" He flung his arm around my shoulder and I laughed lightly "Lincoln your drunk" I laughed and he shook his head roughly "no I'm not I am perfectly sober" he stumbled slightly and I grabbed his waist to steady him.

"Okay maybe I'm a bit tipsy" he pinched his fingers together leaving only an inch between them. "Just a bit" I laughed again and then Lincolns eyes became serious and his face crinkled. "Are you alright?" I asked even though I was slightly panicked because I didn't want him to throw up.

"I'd be better if you did something for me" I cocked my head to the side "what?"
"Don't move" I didn't have a chance to ask him what the hell for because he smashed his lips on my own.

I'm not going to lie it was sloppy and he tasted like alcohol but that didn't stop me from leaning into it or placing my hands on his chest. I felt like he pulled himself away too soon (even if this kiss was alcohol induced) "I have wanted to do that for ages now" I widened my eyes.

He did?

Before I even could respond, one of Lincolns football friends came and dragged him away and I can honestly say I didn't see him for more than five seconds for the rest of the night, leaving me to wonder what the hell just happened.

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I had spent my entire Saturday agonising over what happened on Friday night which made the impending Sunday a lot more daunting because it was the first day of rehearsal for my audition.

of course Sunday came way quicker than I wanted it to.

So I managed to get myself to the dance studio and I honestly thought I would drive away and just bail. Collecting the little remains of my bravery I trudged into the dance studio, wrapping my pink hoodie around me tighter.

Grabbing my keys for the studio I let myself in ( the studio is usually closed on Sundays but I had certain privileges and obligations). Making my way upstairs I collapsed on the cold studio floor, covering my faces with my hands I began to smile, I was unashamedly happy.

I sat up and pulled out my red ballet shoes and laced them up. I peeled off my jumper and was only left in an old shirt. I began my usual warm up routine and about ten minutes later I could hear Lincoln trudging up the stairs.

I felt the fluttery feelings and I sat up and straightened myself up. Before I knew it Lincoln was in the studio, he looked tired. Lincoln made a gruff hello as he pulled off his blue hoodie. "Are you still hungover?" I asked him and Lincoln shrugged "I think so but..." he walked over to the barre and began to stretch.

"But what?" I stepped towards him, Lincoln shrugged again "let's just start Cairo okay?" I nodded and pulled out my phone. "I've chosen the song water under the bridge by Adele as our song, the committee said we could use any song as long as it had good tempo and no profanities" I counted off the rules in my head and the song seemed perfect.

I began to teach Lincoln some basic steps to get him started. They weren't too complicated and he seemed to pick them fairly quickly. It was weird because we had only been doing these lessons for about three weeks. And then it hit me:

My deadline.

The one Rosie gave me when I threw a hissy fit over having to teach the infamous Lincoln Valentine. But now I didn't even want to find a reason for him to leave.

After nearly two hours Lincoln fell onto the floor. "I'm beat..." I lay down next to him and smiled. "Can I ask you something?" Come on Alexandria Blaise you can do this, just ask him about that night. "D-do you remember anything about Friday night?" I watched Lincoln furrow his brows. "I remember drinking... a lot" he laughed awkwardly.

"Anything else?"

"No nothing else. Everything is a blank"'I almost choked. He remembered nothing?

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I'm sorry this is late but I have been having writers block and I have been so stressed with Uni because I am actually studying for a double degree and it's taking up way too much of my time.

L xx