This Silly Thing Called Love (Vic Fuentes)

Chapter Four

I drummed my fingers against the pole and leaned against it for support, waiting patiently for the guys to show up. I was ten minutes early and I was preparing myself for what I had to do.

“If it isn’t our favorite choreographer!” Hime shouted when he entered the studio.

Vic followed behind him with a roll of his brown eyes, “She’s our only choreographer, dumbass.”

Mike and Tony walked in shortly after and all of them were dressed in sweats and loose fitting t-shirts. 

“Stop trying to suck up,” Mike snorted and Hime glared at him. “You’re still going to work out.”

“He’s right,” I agreed and Hime sent me a rude look. Vic chuckled silently from beside his friend, his arms crossed and his biceps bulging. I swallowed thickly and looked back at Tony, who was at the other side of the line. “But, before we start to work out, I have to tell you guys something,” I took a deep breath. “We can’t do the tight rope.”

“Fuck!” Mike and Hime bellowed.

…

“You all look like dying elephants.”

“Way to make a man’s ego go through the roof, Winters.” Tony grunted as he once again jumped into the air, attempting to do the dance move I had just showed them.

“I think I got it down.” Vic called out as he jumped with his arms straight up. He fell back to his feet and looked at me expectantly, as if waiting for me to reward him for succeeding at jumping.

“That was nothing like what she did.” Mike stated dryly, arms crossed and not even bothering to try what I had exhibited.

“Look, you guys are the ones who wanted to do this move.” I explained, folding my arms and staring them down.

“We take it back.” Hime muttered.

The rest nodded in agreement. I sighed and rubbed my forehead in frustration. We’ve been at this for over an hour and none of them have been able to get down the simplest dance move in the whole routine. How was I going to teach them this? I guess if I took away almost every single thing they suggested out, I could at least attempt to teach them something. 

“Alright, one more thing then we can leave,” I said in a forced cheery tone and the guys sighed in relief. “We just need to work on flexibility.”

After showing the guys how to stretch their arms and legs, and how I expected them to bend over, I walked around them and watched how they did it. Exactly like I thought, Hime and Mike completed it easily and were out of the studio in ten minutes tops. I knew those two worked out and they were only giving me trouble.

Tony stayed behind with Vic as they languidly stretched and chatted with each other. Tony soon left too and then it was just Vic and me. I bit my lip as I watched him crouch down and begin to stretch his legs; I had to wait for him to leave anyway and I wasn’t going to lie, Vic was fun to talk to.

I decided to join him; I sat beside him and began to stretch out my own legs, relishing in the feeling it gave me. I haven’t danced myself in ages since I’ve been too busy moving here and watching over other people. 

“How did you find this job?” Vic suddenly asked, peering up at me as he reached for his toes. I followed his actions. “Brown told us that they hadn’t put the offer out when you came up.”

“My friend found out about it and mentioned me. Guess your director really wanted me to choreograph.” I said off-handily and shrugged my shoulders.

"You’re not from around here, you have an accent,” Vic noted. “New Jersey?”

“New York,” I corrected and he grinned, leaning forward once again. “No, you’re doing it wrong. Here.” I scooted closer and reached out, placing my palm against his stomach.