Fireworks 3 and 4

Chapter 6ixty-Two

    When the dancers returned from break, Mia stood at the front of the room with her feet planted on the floor and her hands planted on her hips. Her eyes searched out the dancer in question and a dark look touched her eyes.

    Drake sat over on the sidelines holding his hand in front of his mouth.

    "Welcome back, dancers," Mia greeted. "Could Farrah please step to the front?"

    The dancers had been talking to each other with some eyeing Mia warily. 

    Putting some extra stank into her walk, Farrah moved towards the front of the room. "You called?"

    "I hear that my man was looking for me and you took him on the scenic route," Mia said, her gaze heated.

    Farrah laughed and glanced over her shoulder at her friends. Then she shifted her eyes towards Drake. "You ran and told your girlfriend? You really are corny."

    Mia took one smooth step forward and grabbed the other girl by the front of her crop top. 

    "Careful," Drake said quietly from the corner. From his tone, he wanted to be cautious with telling her what to do. At the same time, he didn't want her to bring undue trouble for herself.

    Farrah returned Mia's glare. "What are you gonna do? Huh? Beat my ass in front of everyone?"

    "I wouldn't go around giving me suggestions, if I were you," Mia said coldly.

    "You can't make up your fucking mind as to whether or not you want the man any damned way," the dancer tossed at her. "How was I supposed to know you were together this week?"

    Mia unexpectedly released the girl.

    The pull of gravity brought her down to the floor. She exclaimed, more out of surprise than pain. "You bitch," she muttered.

    Squatting down so that she was at her level, Mia asked, "You have the nerve to speak at me any kind of way after making a move on my man?"

    "Your man tends to make moves on anything walking."

    "And yet he turned your thirsty ass down," Mia spat at her. "Says a lot. You can collect your things and take your ass the fuck out of here. You're done here."

    "I'm done here?" Farrah shouted at her. "Now I see why Nicki can't stand your ass. I liked you when you were on YouTube doing your own thing, but then you decided to step out of your fucking lane and steal Nicki's entire style and flow. You think that allows you to walk around here like you own the place. You wouldn't even be in the business if it wasn't for your famous piece of community dick."

    "Community dick that you wanted to swallow not ten fucking minutes ago," Mia said, turning her back to her. 

    Everything that followed seemed to happen in slow motion. 

    Out of the corner of her eye, Mia could see Drake rising from his seat in the corner, his eyes widening out of concern. She heard a bunch of gasps and shrieks behind her, and one shriek was significantly louder than the others. Her back was pushed and she was forced forward, into the wall of mirrors. Left cheek smacked into the mirror and her hands followed.

    From behind, Farrah twisted her hands in Mia's hair and pulled.

    "Farrah, Farrah, Farrah, move off!" the dance choreographer called out, jogging into the room. "The fuck kind of mess did you guys get into while I was away? Shit!"

    Drake leapt to action, grabbing at Farrah.

    Mia grabbed both of Farrah's hands and dug her nails into them, causing the angry dancer to yell. Then she turned around and punched her squarely in the face.