the project

chap.1

There are some moments in your life that don't turn out as planned. Like how I, Paige Hyland just wanted to work on pirouettes before class started. Let's take it back to three months ago.

September 22, 2016:

I came to the studio earlier than usual today. Miss Fiona has been commenting on my pirouettes on pointe lately and how I'm not rolling through my box enough. So far, I'm the only one here other than Blake who's step mom owns the studio. So he's always earlier than everyone else.

I place my stuff on the bench, grabbing my pointe shoes and head into Studio 2. I place my arms in third and prepare to turn, a trail of rosin leading to me. I hop onto my box to turn, groaning since I didn't roll through like she keeps telling me to.

Blake walked by the studio room and looked through the open door, knocking on the inside of the wall.

"Hey, Blake." I said focusing on my turns. He held up a finger and walked a bit closer. Taking out his earbud he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Let me help." He said getting ready to partner with me. As I landed my bourees into fourth, his hands touched my waist. Turning me easily, making sure I was on my box.

During the fourth or fifth turn I heard a quiet snap. He stopped me from turning and I looked down at my snapped elastic.

"Shit," I murmured before turning to Blake. "Do you know where the sewing kits are by any chance?" I said my face turning a slight shade of red.

"Follow me." He said, a smile on his face. He grabbed my hand leading me to the back storage room, shutting the door behind him.

"Here." He handed me a small sewing kit with pink thread, the shade of my pointe shoes. He motioned for me to sit on a plastic box filled with Bloch tights and boxes of tap shoes.

Blake grabbed my foot and started untying my ribbons and pulling the shoe off of my foot. He looked up at me, a blush coming to my cheeks. Standing up he leaned forward, tilting his head he kissed me.

I kissed him back as he leaned in more. About a minute later he reached out for my hand. Pulling me up and on top of him. His hands went around my face and pulled me towards him. We made out for a good ten minutes before his hands reached for the hem of my shirt. Caught up in the moment, I let him. He pulled away, taking off his own shirt. My fingers brushed against his abs he smiled as he began to kiss my neck. And the rest is history.

After the deed was done we began to redress ourselves. The doorknob turned and I reached out for Blake as he held me. One of the girls on the team walked in, seeing us not decent.

"Oh my god." She chanted before covering her eyes. "I'm so sorry!" She yelled shutting the door.

It's now November. I'm in my Freshman year of highschool and I am newly 15 years old. That was the biggest mistake yet, but I'm about to make a hell of a lot more.

authors note:
Yeah this might be a little tmi but this is actually the story of my first time and I just needed to throw that in here since I'm including a lot of my own experiences.