Fighting (To Be Yours)

Chapter 14

The day was almost over and I'd managed to get past the disdainful glares of the teachers I didn't do homework for... all of them, really. And I had my last class to teach, the only thing that sucked about Monday classes were that I was to teach them with Ander. After changing into my dancing clothes and putting my fluffy hair into a messy bun I stretched while the class came in. Ander was the last to join, basketball shorts and a t-shirt on, and his face was bright and carefree. I sighed in relief, happy that I wouldn't feel like death throughout this class.

"You're all welcome to finish up on your routines, next week we will be displaying them and you will be graded for the semester. For those that are finished, you can get started on next semester's genre: Hip Hop." There were a few groans but some people looked enthused.

"It shouldn't be that hard, really. Since most of you were able to keep up with the foxtrot, salsa, and tango you should be able to perform hip hop without a problem." Ander said, crossing his arms and leaning back on the desk that neither of us used. I nodded and stepped forward.

"Now, how many of you are finished with your projects?" All of them raised their hands and my eyes widened.

"You all must've been busy throughout the weekend." Ander chuckled, making the class chortle.

"So I guess we'll start the hip hop section early. Males with Ander, females with me." I said before going to the half of class that I'd picked for the females. They lined up and I assessed them and pouted slightly.

"You, go to the males... you too." They were skilled dancers and I knew they would prefer to be on the male side. As they walked over to his side, I received three boys who looked disturbed they were elected. Me and Ander walked back to the middle of the class, careful not to touch each other and looked at the class.

"We're going to do the full dance, then we'll break it down. When the new semester starts, you'll have two weeks to come up with changes to the choreography. Then after that, like witht he foxtrot, you'll be creating your own dance. Got it?" Sounds of approval met my ears and I clicked play on the radio. We went to the middle of the room, between the male and femal groups and started to dance to Grind On Me. We moved in synchrony and watched each other in the mirrors located in the front of the class. The groups cheered as we moved seductively and smoothly, until the song was over. We smiled and stopped, the music cut off and we looked at the class.

"Now, let's break it down shall we?" Ander said, rubbing his hands together with a smile.

My spirits were lifted generally higher after that dance class. She'd expected him to be in a pissy mood, and as delighted to find him lauging and joking with the students. He even sent me a small private smile. I pressed the gas hrder on the cycle and stopped myself from squeling like a school girl. Then, suddenyl because she just loved being morose, my wolf sent a feeling of despair to me. I looked at what she was pointing in my direction and my heart crumbled. I had only been looking at the outside, not the inside. On the outside he was smiling and laughing and cheering on the class, but on the inside he and his wolf had howled in anger and pain. He'd been hurting right in front of me, and instead of me noticing I fell for the act he and his sister were all too good at playing. My wolf howled in pain and anger and I fought hard not to howl with her

"Meeting." A thought was whispered into my head and I knew it was from Mother Moon. I grit my teeth and fought to keep bad words from my thought process. She got bitchy about suff like that, no pun intended. Hard pun intended actually, my wolf growled. I prepared myself for the blinding brutality that was Eternal.

We all arrived together,not that I expected anything less. But what I hadn't been expectig was for us all to be dressed in white. The girls were clothed in white toga dresses, and the boys were dressed in white flowing pants and a loose cotton shirt.