Do It Again (BoyxBoy)

Two

~S~

As we all arrived at The School of Classical Arts California, my friends and I had to stop and admire the building for a moment. 

The huge glass windows and contemporary design definitely caught our attention. Faintly seeing the ballet rooms and numerous classical instruments in their big classrooms.

"Talk about wealthy," Jeremy remarked, patting my back and adjusting his backpack on him. "Let's get in? I already feel underdressed." He chuckled before walking to the glass doors. 

"Hey, Scottie, you scared of little ballet girls looking down on you?" Kevin joked.

I shake my head. "Nah, just really like the building. The architecture is great." I smiled.

He then stepped back and looked at the modern building. "It is isn't it? Better than ours too. The kind of one-way windows are nice too." He replied. "Okay, but we're here to dance and check out hot girls, and guys, so let's go?" 

I nod and we entered, the interior even more beautiful than the exterior.

Sleek white walls with numerous glass stairs, monochrome rugs, plants in every corner, and huge pictures of founders, recognizable alumni, and their awards displayed for everyone to see. 

"Jesus, do they win everything?" I heard Jeremy said as he read all of the golden plaques basically flooding the clean walls. 

"Apparently." Someone else replied and we continued to walk down the numerous hallways, peeking into the huge ballrooms where students are dancing and playing their classical instruments.

We pass by the locker room, with spaces twice as big as ours. double doors for each and faint pops of color that seamlessly coordinate with each other.

I spot at a group of guys in their locker rooms, wearing their black leggings and plain white shirts.

I decided to eye them for just a bit, my eye stopping their noticeable bulges. Scott, no, stop. I get it, you're horny, just, not now.

There were some lockers named 'VMDS Students' and thought about it. Exchange students? That would be cool.

"Excuse me!" A deep voice boomed through the hallway. We tracked the sound to see a brunette man in a suit, standing on the top of the grand glass stairs. He had long brown hair pushed back and a fancy goatee. 

He flashed a full smile and spoke. "My name is Avriel Kaplan, Principal of The School of Classical Arts California. And we would just like to formally greet you. So, welcome!" he greeted so formally, I felt insecure for a moment.

"Please divide yourselves into groups of your year. This will make it easier for us to show you around. Thank you for cooperating." Some other girl behind Mr. Kaplan told everyone with a stern tone, making us group quickly into groups per year. 

The primary and middle school kids were taken to the east wing, where the hallway leading to it had a hint of mint green in the wallpaper, giving it a very friendly vibe.

The west wing was dedicated to the high school students, seeing as it leads to a hallway with the same colors, just a bit bigger.

Apparently, the very big, main hallway was where all the classrooms for the arts were. There were numerous ballrooms, tens and hundreds of music rooms, and of course, their world-renowned auditorium.

of course, they had smaller ones for smaller events, but the Kaplan Auditorium was the biggest and most beautiful of all. The symmetry in the seats, the great views anywhere you sat, and being able to accommodate over five thousand people made people name it the most beautiful school auditorium in the world, surpassing Julliard and other great auditoriums.

We finally saw the classrooms and smaller practice studios, and one of the girls in the blazer and pencil skirt stopped. "This is where most of our students practice as freely as they want, no matter what time, just as long as they aren't skipping class." She dictated.

I look through the glass wall and see a skinny male do numerous spins and doing some sort of choreography with two girls in the practice bars, flexing their long and muscular legs.

One of the girls saw us walking by and winked at Kevin, causing him to blush.

I looked at the boy intently, thinking he looked like someone I've seen before.

the disgusted look on his face when he faced our group finally made me realize who he was.

Ahh, Mitch Grassi. He is quite hot.

"Not too shabby right?" Jeremy whispered in my ear, nudging my side. I nod faintly as we now continue through the hallways. We saw their academic rooms and such, but what happens after this made me excited.

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"Please settle down! Everyone!" Mr. Kaplan repeated again his voice echoing through the smaller auditorium.

"Now, we have now announced the exchange students for this semester, and the head of VMDS just wanted one favor from ONE pair, each student from different schools." He said, introducing our principal, Mr. Steffanina.

(A/N: Couldn't think of anyone else okay? His video did make me write this so yeah. #tryharddancer)

He smiles and stands in the middle of the stage. "So yeah! VMDS will be holding their annual public concert. It's a fundraising concert that we have been doing for almost ten years now, and we have collaborated with other dance schools like LACHSA, School of Art For the Lower, and other schools that are very nice. We finally got to contact your school about this and they agreed! So we wanted to get one pair of students, one from SCAC and one from our school, to pair and come up with a dance for the concert."

"And we have already picked the pair that we felt would do great together. When we knew needed work in some places, and would definitely strengthen if they did do this together." He smiled and looked around the students.

The girls from SCAC were closing their eyes, praying to be half of the pair. But my eyes finally caught Mitch's, and he sent me a glare before turning to the stage.

"We have chosen Mitch Grassi from SCAC," Sir paused, causing Mitch to stand up and show his appearance to all.

"And Scott Hoying from VMDS." Mr. Kaplan announced, so I stand up as well, looking at the utmost disgust written on the skinny boys face.

"Please, come to the stage, and introduce yourselves." They told us. I smiled and looked at Jeremy, sending me a discreet wink.

I smirk and get on stage, skipping steps. "You be good to that student. He's an amazing student I've heard and don't ruin the school's name, please." Sir Matt reminded me before patting my back and led me to stand right in front of Mitch Grassi.

Damn, he's cute.

"Hi, Mitch. I'm Scott if you didn't know." I introduced myself, my hand ready for a shake.

He scoffs but shakes my outstretched hand. "I know. And I already hate you." He said so sternly as he sent my eyes a death glare.

Oh, this is going to be fun. I smile to myself and nodding at him. "Then you're going to miss out on a lot."