Bitten By Love

Trouble Brewing

Theme Song: Rihanna - Jump

Lisa's P.O.V.

I arrive at the hellhole I call my job. Most people would think that by I'm a dancer, me working at DanceLife Studios would be any dancer's dream. That would be the case if I didn't have a jackass for a boss, who also happens to be my ex. Devin Ricardo, the man- wait let me rephrase that- the bastard who makes it his sole purpose to make my life a living hell because I didn't want his sorry ass anymore.

 He thought it was okay to cheat on me constantly and talk to me like he lost his damn mind, so I kicked his sorry ass to the curb, and he's been pressed ever since. I know y'all are wondering why in the hell am I still working here. The fact is Devin and his family is very powerful people. Devin, being the bitch ass nigga that he is, paid under the table and got me fired from every job I was hired at just so I wouldn't have anywhere else to go. To say I regret the day I met him is a fucking understatement. If all that wasn't enough, besides the verbal and sometimes physical abuse from him, I also have to deal with his bitch ass groupie, Adriana, and her crew of thots.

 "Well, here we are in this fucked up ass hellhole.", Angel said as we all chuckled, going inside.

 I know y'all are probably wondering what it is that we do. Well, Angel, Gabby, and I are over the different workshops that are held here. I teach hip-hop classes. Angel teaches Jazz and  Dancehall. Gabby teaches contemporary. Adriana TRIES to teach hip-hop. Very few students come to her workshop and the ones that actually do only come when my classes are full.

 I think that's where her anger stems from when it comes to me. I don't know and really don't give two fucks. That bitch and her stiff dancing ass will deal. I plug my iPhone into my speakers and put it on my dance playlist on Spotify, greeting my students as they begin doing their daily stretches. As Yuna plays, my mellow mood was interrupted by Satan's cousin, Devin.

 "Lisa, come to my office. Now."

 With a face filled with pure hatred and disgust, I excused myself from my class, slowly walking to his office. I suddenly hear a familiar growl in my mind, and I instantly know it's Larry and Laurent, and they are highly pissed.

"Okay. What is it now, Devin?", I asked in a clearly irritated voice. 

"Don't you dare use that tone with me. You already know I don't play with your ass. Now, I've been noticing that your dancing has been sloppy, along with everything else you present. Please do try and clean your shit up o-", I cut him off immediately by slapping the fuck out of him.

 "Or what??? What the fuck are you gonna do? Fire me? Trust me, your bitch ass would be doing me a fucking favor. Please know, the day that happens, you can say good-bye to your hip-hop classes because the ONLY reason they go to your stiff-dancing bitch, Adriana, is when MY classes are full. Devin cut the bullshit and stop acting like you're gonna fire me when everybody in this bitch knows you don't have the balls to do that. Not when your thirsty ass did the absolute MOST to get me in this studio in the first fucking place. Shit is gonna change around here because what you don't realize is I really don't give two fucks how you feel. After everyone leaves, I will take a fucking match and burn this bitch down and won't lose a wink of sleep. Don't fuck with me, bitch. I'm not Adriana. I will slap the fuck out of you again. Try me, hoe.", I said, walking out like a boss. I immediately heard roars of laughter in my head, causing me to smile as I began stretching with my class.

Larry: Damn, baby, you sexy as fuck when you mad!

Me: He pisses me off. I'm so tired of this place.

Laurent: Is it bad that I want her to slap me as she did him? *laughs*

Me: Larry, get your freaky ass brother! *laughs*