Gym Bae

Part 3

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I'm just like a baby, drooling over you.
The things you do.
ᴶᵘⁿᵍˡᵉ ᵇʸ ᴴᴱᴿ
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"Welcome to class! I'm Chris the instructor. You new here?" Asked a toned, light-skinned woman as I set my stuff aside. "Hey, thanks, uh, yeah." I responded as I looked around unsure of what to do. It had been awhile since I'd actually stepped foot in a dance studio. "How'd you hear about us?" she inquired observing my nervous behavior. "My, friend John mentioned this place." "Ohhh!" She exclaimed her demeanor perking up a bit. A mischievous smile crept onto her face. "You're John and Vicky's friend..." She eyed my figure with a faint smirk. "She's told me A LOT about you." she teased with a light chuckle. My brows immediately furrowed in confusion and curiosity. "What does-" I began to ask but an influx of people disrupted my words, pulling the girl's attention. "Grab a step, pick an open spot, and get stretching!" she instructed, motioning over to the stack in the back corner before heading over to the crowd. I stood dumbfounded for a moment, watching as the woman greeted and hugged some of the people that had come in. I wasn't sure what the look she gave me was about and truthfully, I wasn't sure I wanted to know. Shaking myself from my stupor I got myself in motion as a sigh left my lips. This was going to be a long class.

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"Ayyyeeee!!!" Chris shouted hyping up the class as she repeated the section of steps again with the music. Everyone seemed to be really into it, adding their own moves, spins and mini twerk breaks. I, on the other hand, continued to struggle to get down the basics. I paused my movements panting profusely in attempt to catch my breath. I had strategically chosen to hide out in the back of class for this exact reason. Over 50 people had made their way in and packed the space quiet tightly, yet somehow they all knew and executed the routine as if they had been doing it their whole lives. I decided to sneak a drink of water as I tried to gather myself and admittedly nurse my bruising ego, realizing how horrible I was at this. No wonder John kept avoiding coming back. If I was struggling this hard, I could only imagine how bad he had it. Plus, I was so used to leading and teaching people I'd almost completely forgotten what it was like to be a student. And it didn't help that I hadn't truly danced since I was about 16—though this was quite different from that.

As I closed my bottle, I made the mistake of looking up and into mirror wall at the front of the room and was met with the curious eyes of Chris. My face flushed in embarrassment as she giggled. I quickly put away my water, glancing over to the guy next to me hoping to figure out what step sequence we were now on but unfortunately only managing to slip on my step instead.

"Uhh, need some help?"

My face flushed yet again in embarrassment, this time at the rather amused tone the witness of my epic fail seemed to have. My eyes slowly rose to meet their face and a small sense of panic overtook me. "Victoria!" I said in surprise, almost tripping once again on the step. She giggled at my reaction, her lip tucking between her teeth to hold back the string of laughter that was about to follow. "W-what are you doing here?" She smiled, swaying a bit as she spoke, "Chris said she needed a hand so I'm here to help. And you... look like you could use the help." Heat rose to my cheeks and I swiftly casted my eyes down towards the floor. "Yeah.. I'm not really good at this" I admitted as I peaked up from beneath my lashes.

My eyes slowly drifted up her body though I tried to fight it couldn't help but skim over the tight fitting workout gear that adorned her. Maybe it was my lack of self control or maybe it was the way her hand slightly caressed her body but suddenly I found myself captured by the light sheen of sweat that glossed her skin, the brown spandex shorts that contorted perfectly to her physique, her belly button piercing that shimmered in the light, to the taupe sports bra that covered her chest, she was a glistening goddess. It didn't even make any sense. I shook myself back to reality, blinking rapidly as I averted my attention to the hairy man a few rows up instead. The perfect muse to counter the inappropriate thoughts that were beginning to surface in her presence.