My Dance Tutor (NEW)

CH 6: The Tutoring

"First, if you want to be a dancer, you must have the ability to split."

We were in an empty dance studio, the room full of a peaceful glow of the setting sun.

"Split?"

"Yea, like this." Bike boy spread his legs out wide 180 degrees, horizontally and facing me. 

"GROSS!" I yelled and covered my eyes, backing away.

"What?" Why is he so clueless? He was doing something very, very improper for young innocent girls like me to see.

"Close your legs, now!" I peeked through my fingers and saw that he didn't comply my command. "Please close them! Where do you see people randomly opening your legs?"

"Er, ballet related stuff? Hey, if you want to learn, uncover your eyes."

I didn't budge.

"Do want to learn or not?! Your life depends on this!" I sighed. He's got the point. 

"Okay, okay. Can you just stop demostrating? I know how to do it already."  I sat down, not facing him, and spread my legs out, creating a 'V'. I tried to push them outwards with my hands, but they wouldn't move.

 "Beginners do it to the wall," he said.

"GROSS!" This time I covered my ears. "What?" he asked again, annoyed.

"Are you actually teaching me dance, or are you teaching me how to have the three-lettered s-word? And what do you mean, Beginners do it to the wall? Yes I am a virgin but I didn't tell you to teach me..!" I gestured helplessly with my arms.

Bike boy laughed, to my surprise. "You have such dirty thoughts."

"You have dirty actions!"

"All ballet dancers do this. And it's not dirty. Only you think that it's dirty. Stop it and concentrate. Now go to the wall and spread out your legs. Try to lean in closer and closer to the wall as time goes by. Then you'll manipulate a full split."

The wall had dirty edges, full of dust. I am used to that, but then I saw the oily paint. "Bike boy! The wall's paint aren't dried yet. I can't do a split on that; it'll ruin this extremely costly leotard." 

"Bike boy? What a nickname! I go by Alex Stoners, if you don't mind, skater girl."

"Skater girl? What a nickname! I go by Bell Rineson, if you don't mind, bike boy," I mocked him with his own words.

"Skater girl."

"Bike boy."

He rolled his eyes. "Childish."

"Pedophile." 

Alex laughed. "So you're admitting you're child?"

"You're admitting you're an elderly man and a pedophile?"

"Are you going to learn ballet now or not?"

I snarled at Alex. There is just something about that guy that makes me feel extremely annoyed. "Then teach."

"Okay. You said you didn't want to do it to the wall, right? Then you can do it to me."

"GROSS!" I covered my ears AND my mouth this time, horrified. Why is he trying to torture me with those disgusting actions and words? 

"What is wrong with you!" he said, exasperated. "All right, if you don't want to learn, I'll stop teaching you, and will right now go tell Mr. Sherwood you aren't Amélie." He started walking towards the door.