Mystique Well

Chapter 45: Personal Trainer

(Genevieve's POV)

Today I smiled after a very long time. Enzo is cute. I thought while looking into the mirror. Even when I first met Eric, I didn't feel the way I am feeling today. Maybe it was because I didn't love him. I was just infatuated with him and infatuation always fade away. I wanted to tell him this so that he doesn't feel hurt when he finds out later, but...

***************Flashback*************
(Author's POV)

Genevieve and Eric used to find some excuse to meet each other every day at the university. The thing is, Eric was always more excited to meet her than she was. When she realised that he liked her more than just being called a friend, she decided to clear the matter by letting him know that she doesn't see him in a romantic way, but only as a friend.

On one hand Eric was waiting for her so that he could propose her and on the other hand she was worried about how he would react when she tells him the truth. Angry or hurt. Maybe both. But the truth must not be hidden because she didn't want Eric to be hurt later.

Genevieve was about to leave her department's campus when suddenly a girl came running in front of her and said "Please help me...please."

"Who are you? What's wrong?" She asked.

"I am your junior. Your classmates are trying to bully me. Please help me," the girl pleaded.

"What?" She asked getting shocked.

She took that girl's hand and said "come with me" and led her to the restroom.

"Hey! Relax. Okay?" She said and the girl nodded.

"What's your name and who were trying to bully you? Tell me so that I can report it to the Dean." She said.

"My name is Aurora and no one will dare bully me." The girl said with a sinister smile.

"What?! What do you mean?" She asked getting confused.

Aurora came very close to her and held both her hands tightly, which intimidated her.

"What the hell? What are you doing?" Genevieve asked getting scared.

"Look into my eyes." Aurora said, sort of ordering her and forcing her to look straight into her eyes and Genevieve was horrified when she felt Aurora's face slowly begin to change into her own. She was so scared that she couldn't able to utter a single word and started having a terrible headache and then everything went black.

When she regained consciousness after few hours, she realized that she was in an unknown place. She tried to move but she couldn’t because something very rough was preventing her from moving even a little and then she realized that her hands and legs were tied with ropes. She tried to scream but the cloth wrapped over her mouth prevented her from uttering a word. It didn't take her long to understand that she was in big trouble and something bad was going to happen to her. Then suddenly the door opened and Aurora entered.
***********Flashback Ends***********

(Mayson's POV)

I entered the practice hall and there too I saw... Maya! Has she also come for dance practice? But it should only be me and my personal trainer here. Wait a minute, am I hallucinating? Have I gone crazy? Why am I seeing Maya everywhere today?! I thought and went in front of her and she was staring at me as if I was a crazy person. Then I very carefully touched her shoulder with my index finger and...

"Shit" I whispered and said, "I'm sorry" and again whispered, "she's real."

"What are you doing?" She asked getting shocked with my weird behaviour.

"I-I'm... I was just... just confirming." I mumbled.

"That I'm real?" She asked raising her eyebrows.

"Huh!" I was too shocked to say anything.

"Mayson are you alright?" She asked and I nodded yes.

"Are you sure?" She asked and I nodded again.

"Are you drunk?" She asked and I nodd... wait! what?

"What? Noooo. I'm not. What are you saying?!" I said.

"Because you're behaving strangely." She said.

"Sorry for my strange behaviour. What are you doing here anyway? Are you here for dance practice too?" I asked, trying to change the topic.

"Not for practice but for teaching you." She said.

"What?!" I asked getting shocked.

"Didn't Kyle tell you about this?" She asked.

"Hold on! hold on! Are you by any chance, my personal dance trainer?" I asked.

"I'm" she said.

That's why Kyle was repeatedly saying that I would be happy to meet my trainer. So it's she. But why should I be happy? Wait! Why shouldn't I be happy? I was thinking and my thoughts were interrupted when she said, "back to earth Mayson."

"I had told Kyle that I want to join Star Entertainment again but he should give me some work in which I don't have to come in front of the camera everytime, so he chose this work for me and also convinced the head of the company for this. So from today I am your personal trainer and I hope you don't have any problem with that." She said and smiled.

"No, no, not at all. Why would I have any problem? I just need excuses to meet yo... I mean that's really great. I'm happy. Hehehe!" I said and laughed nervously.

She smirked and said, "really! Alright then we will start practicing from tomorrow. Today you go home and take some rest."

"Wha...why?" I asked.

"Since you are not used to me, you are behaving weird today. So... you can leave for now." She said and I can't deny the fact that I'm going crazy today.

I didn't reply anything and turned to leave, but tripped over my own feet and fell flat on my face.

"Mayson!" She screamed and knelt down to my level and asked, "are you okay?"

I don't know why I have been embarrassing myself since this morning. I thought and tried to stand but hissed in pain.
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(Maya's POV)

"Mayson!" I screamed and knelt down to see if he's okay. "Are you okay?" I asked worriedly as he had fallen really hard.

"Ouch" he tried to stand up but hissed in pain and I realised that he sprained his ankle.

"You are right. I'm behaving weird today." He said and smiled in pain.

When he removed his socks a little I noticed the red swollen bump on his ankle and without wasting any time I took his hand on over my shoulder and wrapped my arm around his waist to help him stand up. His eyes widened in shock, and why not, we were in a really awkward position, clinging to each other, our faces just inches apart.

"I can walk. You don't have to do that." He mumbled and I said, "you can barely stand."

I took him to the resting hall and called the medic to treat his wound.