Lust

Chapter Three

~ Chapter Three ~

Even though I knew that he wasn’t my type, I still lusted over him. And lust is a sin. I didn’t listen to my brain. Instead, I followed my heart. But what I didn’t know, was that those who lust will never be happy.

*****

“Evelyn…there’s some bad news.” Rosie called out to me, from her desk. I wiped my towel rag across my face, drying out any sweat from my face. I had just finished instructing a lyrical duet for one of my students, and I’m exhausted. Now, all I have left is my duet rehearsal with my partner, Adrian, and then I have the last class of the day, with Zayn.

“Yes, Rosie?” I quietly asked. All my energy was drained, and I really wasn’t in the mood to hear anything from Rosie. But, since she is my boss, and I really like my job, I have to listen to Rosie. I felt like a four year old, having to listen to their momma when crossing the street.

Rosie looked up from her computer and stared at me. “You know Adrian…..well, he broke his ankle. He can’t do anything. I’m sorry, but I don’t think you have a partner now. You have to call off your audition.” She said, looking at me from above her glasses.

No dance audition…then that means that I won’t have a chance to get into the State Of Grace Dance School. No scholarship…no career.

I felt … devastation. You know that lump you get in your throat when you’re about to cry? Yeah, I got that in my throat…and in my stomach. I can’t believe it. Adrian didn’t break his ankle, this is all a joke and I’m on Punk’d.

Shutting my eyes, I pinch myself and open my eyes. Maybe this is all a dream. Opening my eyes, I can still see Rosie peering at me, with a look of sympathy on her face. I needed no one’s sympathy.

This isn’t a dream.

“Maybe I can audition solo, its okay I can just make a new contemporary routine and-“I argued until Rosie cut me off. I was desperate for that scholarship.

“Evelyn…you can’t because you’re auditioning for a duet not a solo routine.” She said.

That was all it took until the tears spilled from my eyes. I should’ve listened to my mom and dad when they told me that I would never make it in the dance field as a professional career. I shouldn’t have put all I had into dance. Now I’m living by myself, after when mum and dad kicked me out after not obeying them and putting all my passion into dance. I didn’t go to a normal collage like they wanted me to, I planned on going to a dance collage.

I’m going to be stuck working here with Rosie for the rest of my life. I should’ve listened.

“There, there now, Evelyn, there’s always next year. Just let it all out.” Rosie said as she rubbed my back while I wasn’t even paying any attention to her, I was just sobbing the life out of me.

Then, the bells to the studio jingled, signalling that someone entered the studio. Rosie and I looked up as we saw Zayn. Zayn was standing in front of me, looking so effortlessly beautiful as always. His brown eyes pierced mine as he realised that there were tears running down my cheeks.

He dropped his bag by the door mat and rushed over to me. “Are you okay?” He panicked, scooting me into his crouched body. He was warm…and comforting. I didn’t even have the strength, or will, to shove him off of me; he was much too comfortable.

I closed my eyes as I heard Rosie explain the whole situation to Zayn, while he traced circle around my back with his thumbs.

“I’ll do it.” He murmured, looking down into my face.

“You’ll do what?” I asked, opening my eyes, and then wincing because of the pot lights that were installed in the studio.

“I’ll be your partner.” He whispered, in my ear. Rosie’s face paled and my heart stopped beating.

“I thought you didn’t know how to dance?!” I nearly yelled, jumping out of his –now uncomfortable - arms and stood to my feet. Did he stalk me that entire time and only enrolled to just get me? No…he probably didn’t. He probably vomits every time he sees me. I’m not anything special. Hmm.

“I don’t,” he smirked, “but I’m going to learn because YOU’RE going to TEACH me HOW to do all this twirling stuff.” He finished.

What's that I smell? Hmm, it smells like rejection from the school.

“Zayn, you’ve never dance in your entire life, for goodness’ sake, I bet you can’t even do a Ballotté to save your life!” I slightly yell. Seriously. I may as well just show up and ask to not be accepted.

“A ballotay? What the heck is that?” He asks, raising an eyebrow up in confusion. “Is that like a song?”

Oh my fudge.

“NO ZAYN. It’s a freaking BALLET MOVE.” I sighed.

“Please, Evelyn. I want to help you out.” He says, his voice literally s e d u c i n g me.

No no no Evelyn. This isn’t the time to start lusting over Zayn.

“Alright fine. But be prepared to be working your butt off for the next month.”

“Let’s dooo this.” He grins. I smile back, and everything felt alright. I felt at ease.

The hardest part would be prepping Zayn for his masquerade party and rehearsing and creating a new routine for my dance audition.

But that’s okay. I guess it’s a risk I’m willing to take.

*****

At the time when Zayn asked to be my partner, I really didn’t know just how much trouble I was setting myself up for.

Those words, those very actions, lead me to being here, heartbroken and lying on the cold hard ground. Reminiscing over everything we’ve ever done together.

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AN: I am not happy with this chapter at all. If you've survived after reading that, I give you props. Seriously. I had writer's block, and i felt like i just had to update on something so viola. I'm sorry.

I might not be updating much because my mom thinks all i do on  my phone is text and i'm like...i'm reading? yeah.

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i'm not sure if i should end this story within the first seven chapters bc nobody criticizes it, so i never know what to improve on!

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