To Catch Your Fall | Heathoah

1. Not A New Problem

Noah

"Are you actually going to get any work done or are you just going to keep passive aggressively texting your girlfriend the entire day?" I say as I type at my laptop, not looking up.

The tapping of Emily's nails on her phone finally seizes. Thank fuck, I was close to cutting them off with the scissors!

"Michelle is not my girlfriend." She huffs, before going back to her irritating typing once again. Am I talking to a woman in her twenties or a teenager?

"No matter how many times you say that, it doesn't make it true." All this gets me is one of her familiar glares. "Fine, if you don't want to admit it. Then at-least call her a fuck-buddy, everyone here knows you two were hooking up in this office constantly when she was here."

Fuck sake. I agreed to this job to help lead the team to winning at Nationals, not talk about the constant relationship issues between two people I've known for years that are barely my friends anymore.

Sure, Michelle randomly deciding to quit in order to join a tour under the management of Maria Manfredi is the reason I was able to become Head Choreographer in the first place. Doesn't mean I don't get to complain about the bullshit that she left behind.

Why would I expect any better from her really though?

Emily doesn't say anything, just severely frowns at the lit up square in-front of her. Guess I'll go on break then, considering I'm the only one that has actually been doing any work for the last 3 hours. I put my laptop back into my satchel and swing it over my right shoulder.

"I'm heading down to The Next Steep." I don't bother offering to get her anything. Though again, she doesn't even respond to what I said anyway.

As I roll my eyes, I catch a pile of papers wobbling in through the doorway. They almost immediately fall on Emily's head, and though I'm in a bit of a foul mood where she is concerned, I go over and grab them. Doing so catches the attention of the man behind them.

"Oh heavens. Thank you for the assistance Noah." Nick pants out, leaning on the desk next to where Emily is sitting at it. I can't help but admire the curve of his ass in his tight pants that he tends to wear most days. That does make me feel the slightest bit better.

"No problem, Nicholas. I'm going to grab some lunch. You want anything?"

I nod as he tells me his usual order of blueberry muffin with milky tea. Then smirk as I see the blush on his face after winking at him.

I've been doing shit like this with him ever since he started working here a few weeks ago. Nothing has ever happened though. Even I can tell he wants it though.

A few minute later, a part of me tries to hold in a wince as I wait for food after making the order.

You think I'd be used to the amount of noise the boys on a-troupe make after knowing them for a several years now. Still, I'm tempted to chuck the notebook I'm writing in at them for shouting so much at whatever game they're playing on their phones in the corner. I think the rest of the room is too, judging by the looks they're shooting at them.

"My manager tried kicking them out a few times for stinking the place with smoke. I think the tall one scares him though." The barista, Heather, tells me.

"Just tell him that Finn's an asshole. He acts all tough, but I'm a head shorter than him and have still beaten his ass several times." I shrug, letting her ramble on about them to me.

When it comes to that group, I've tried to interact with them as little as possible. Even when I was still just a dancer on the team. The girls are much less annoying than them, which has gotten me way too many comments from those pricks.

From most of them at-least. After thanking Heather, I turn to head out, but I catch the familiar black-hooded body curled in one of the couches.

Well, wasn't like I needed to be back soon anyway.

"You not hanging out with them?" Heath looks away from his book up at me from where I stand next to him. He flicks his eyes to the corner and rolls them when he sees what I'm talking about.

"Would you? You know I find them as fucking irritating as you do." He smirks at me, putting his phone down.

"Just don't want you to be by yourself."

Most of, if not all, the time when he's not in rehearsal, I don't see Heath hanging out with anyone. He used to when he was younger. But, after he got onto a-troupe, I spend most of time with him wondering if I'm his only friend.

Not that I mind hanging out with him. He's one of the only boys that's joined this place that I've actually like since James left a few years ago. It was kind of depressing seeing him stay to himself at first, but then he confused and intrigued me by having no problem strutting into the office to ask about when auditions for Nationals dances will begin.

For some reason, he'd rather hangout with his Head Choreographer than the actual people still on his team.

"I'm talking to you, aren't I? Oh, by the way, I meant to ask. Is it alright if I stay at yours for the night? Mom is going out with a few of her sisters for my aunt's birthday and..." He doesn't need to finish that off. We both know why he's asking.

"You know you don't never need permission. Plus, you'd probably show up anyway if I said no." I answer, playfully rolling my eyes, which he copies.

After that, I turn to leave, but not before getting a snack on the ass for my teasing. Most people wouldn't dare do that to someone that is practically their teacher. But, that's Heath for yeah.

I flip him off, and he makes a motion to his mouth, basically telling me to suck it.