My Dance Tutor (NEW)

CH 8: My Kissing Tutor

"Hi. Here for the next lesson, Mr. Alex."

He tutors me whenever there is time: breaks, weekends, nighttimes all became hours of painful splits. 

"Hey Bell. Today we'll practise spliting again." 

"Can we do something else, please?" Even now I can't do a split, and even now I couldn't get used to guys in leotards. Fortunately, all Alex wore was a white shirt, black hoodie jacket, and some dark skinny jeans, giving him a bad-boy look. "Splits are the basics. Now show me how much you can do on the vertical split."

I vertically spread my legs, and with my arms supporting the giant arch, I tried to lower the bridge a little bit. He sighed loudly, "Let's do the squats then. Go to the barre."

I, hesitantly, did not move. Alex looked at me curiously. "What are you waiting for?" 

"Can you help me with horizontal splits?" I asked, studying hard at the beautiful, intricately designed floorboards. 

"W-wha.." he stuttered, completely taken off guard. Alex shook his head. "I thought...you hate it?"

"Hey, I need to save my life, remember? Just help me already and stop dropping your eyeballs."

He stared at me for a long moment, then slowly sat down and split his legs horizontally (he could do it even in skinny jeans!), and I did the same in front of him, my feet touching his. I figured this is the only way to get closer to him.

"Now try to come further." He got over the shock, but was still sending me odd glances.

I inched myself closer, and only succeeded in making my triangle gap a tiny molecule smaller. Seeing my difficulty, bike boy pulled my towards him with strong hands on my hips, giving me electricity sparks that resembled my Carson Butterflies. I tried not to look at his face, and forced the words out of my lungs:

"Um, I need you to do me a favor..."

"Yea?"

This is it. "Umm...I..."

"Yea?"

"I...I've never..."

"Yea? Stop beating around the bush. The bush needs his share too."

"I'veneverkissedbeforesoIneedsomeonetotutormeonitbecauseIhaveadatewithsomeoneandIdon'twanttomakeafoolofmyself," I paused for a breath, "in front of him."

He was staring at me, his second great shock of the day. Ostensibly, he caught the words and understood.

"Please?" I tried to go back to my tomboy-swag self, "You know, you're the last person I wanted to practise kissing with, but who else knows my awesome, hidden identity? If a random guy like Haines was told to teach me kissing, he'd be suspicious. Like, 'top celebrity never kissed before, what the hell' ?!"

Alex seemed relieved that I was taking it casually. He asked, "Who is he?"

"Oh. It's, er, Barney. Remember I saw him yesterday in ballet class? He was really good-looking so I asked him out...and he said yes!" I shrieked a Lilly-shriek and bounced a Lilly-bounce, although it backfired since I was splitting still, and my legs felt as if they were dislocated.

"You were serious?"

"Uh-huh. Can we kiss already?" I was playing the 'it's-not-a-big-deal', but my insides were jingling and diggling and springling and ringling. 

"Not before you tell me who the heck he is." Alex crossed his arms.

"I told you, it's Barney."

"Not buying that. Seriously, I won't tell."