To Catch Your Fall | Heathoah

22. Moving Forward (but also on)

Noah

With b-troupe taking over most of the spots of a-troupe, we are needing a new one once again. We don't usually hold auditions for this team, but with nobody on it, Emily thought it would be best so it doesn't get over-crowded.

As-well as this, the Dance Captain of a-troupe tends to give their insight on auditions just as a second opinion, but we haven't gotten around to assigning one yet. Not that Ethan hasn't brought up the topic several times.

There are a few C-troupers going around the place. Which is another one of our groups here. Not many people like being in it, because it's really just a way for us to divide the under- 13s from the older students by automatically moving you into it once you turn that age, and doesn't say if you've improved or not.

One of them though is Presley's, who is now on a-troupe's, little sister, Ariana. Even if the new a-troupe hadn't formed, she's 16 now, incredibly improved, and would've moved up. So, I have strong hopes for her today.

Then there is Jett, who she is also talking to, as-well as Xander. Xander is...a brat to be frank! Why someone as bubbly as Jett hangs out with him, I don't know. You'd think with him being 17 that he would've matured by now.

Jett is alright though, if a bit high-energy. She's not any trouble, far from it. But, you do have to bring her attention back to practice a few times cause she gets too excited. At-least she's passionate.

As I'm looking at the group go through the choreography I just taught them, I feel someone tap me on the shoulder.

"Sorry, Mr.Noah, but do you have time just to tell me if this move is good or not? Because I'm having some doubts about if I'm doing it right, or maybe that would be unfair to everyone else and I'm stupid for asking. But it would-"

"Woah. Okay, okay. Slow down." I rest my hands on the shoulders of the boy that got my attention. "First, please don't even call me that again-"

Mr.Noah? I'm 21, not like 50 or something!

"And, sorry but you are right about that second part. I can't help anyone as it would put others at a disadvantage. But, just don't worry so much. I'm sure you got this, um..."

Looking down at the number on his chest, I match it to the list of names on my clipboard.

"...Anthony. Plus, if you're really feeling scared, there's nothing stopping you from working through it with other people."

He still looks really unsure, but nods along with each of my words. Oh, this is giving me way too much deja-vu to my younger self.

"There is a girl over there that you could work with." I point at another one of the C-Troupers that I recognise. "Her name is Adele, and-"

"But she's...really pretty. How am I gonna work with him. I won't be able to talk to her." He cuts me off with wide eyes.

"Not being rude, but I don't think you have an issue with speaking." I mumble. "Look, you don't need to marry her, just see if she can help you and vice versa."

He sighs, but takes another glance at her and walks over. Probably a lapse in judgment to send someone as clearly nervous as him after a person so determined and head-strong as I know Adele is. But, maybe it will toughen him up. He'll need it if he makes it in.

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Heath

I'm just heading back to the showers after another long practice with Noah. They're just getting worse and worse. He tried to say something to me, but I told him I wanted to just focus on my solo. I can't hear him say it. Finally say that he doesn't feel the same about me.

Turning the corner, I notice that the water is already running. So much for getting the place to myself. Though, I should've expected that some of the new b-troupers would stick around.

I strip down and take one of the singular showers. There is still a problem standing in between my legs and I need to sort it.

When I go to wrap the curtain around myself, someone else grabs it though.

"Uh, what do you want Xander?" I say when I realise who it is.

"Hello to you too." His laughs is fake after he speaks. "Just wanted to know if you've been told that I made it onto b-troupe."

"Congratulations. Only took you almost 5 years of being in C-Troupe to do so."

Going to grab the curtain again, he pushes me back. My hands fall to my sides and my back hits the tiles. This makes my erection stand right out.

"Awe, you throwing these pathetic comments to hide the fact how horny you are for me?"

Oh Please! The guy that did this to me is a hell like sexier than him!

Still, as he comes closer and stands between my legs, I don't stop him.

"Don't flatter yourself." I grunt.

"You're already doing that for me." Then his hands go down a bit and I gasp as he circles a thumb around my tip.

I should really push him off. Tell him to go the fuck away like any other time I've seen him.

His smooth, tanned chest presses into mine and my hands cup his round ass. He seems to like that, judging by the smirk on his face and the way he grinds onto me.

"Try to act all tough, Heath. But, I know you want me." He whispers seductively.

No, I don't. He is far from the person I want. But...I'm almost certain that that person will never be a possibility for me.

Maybe I should try and move on. I've liked Noah for who knows how long now, and any time I make some form of move, he pushes me away. It's time to stop being so hopeful about him.

So, that's how I find myself fucking Xander against the walls of one of the boys' showers that evening.