The Dancer | Wattys2018 | COMPLETED

19 - The More I Hate You

Madison ditched the crutches and took a deep breath, walking onto the mats.

Sebastian raised his brows curiously, watching her walk towards him, "You sure you'll be alright to dance?"

"I guess there's only one way to find out." Madison smiled, bending down and hitting play on the CD-player.

The tranquil sounds of the piano and harp filled the room. Classic music was the best.

Sebastian, Tyler and Madison were at the dance studio, The Dancer. It was risky, going here, but there were a few things that needed to be done. The first was because Sebastian had asked Madison if she wanted to try dance again. The second was so that Tyler could maybe start a few conversations with the staff to find out more about the studio itself.

The third was because Madison wanted to actually dance again. She needed to strengthen her legs, and she wanted to continue dancing, regardless of the psychopath who was after her.

Tyler was watching from the benches on the side. He looked bored, uninterested, and kept checking his phone. After their conversation the night before, Tyler had been stunned to silence and so Madison had left the room.

It was kind of awkward now. She hadn't confessed feelings for him, at all. She had confessed the fact that she wanted to run away from The Dancer. 

Unless he took it as something else.

Madison began slowly, keeping her toes pointed. She traced them along the ground, testing the ways her leg could move. It seemed to be fine.

Sebastian lifted Madison gently off the ground, and put her down even more softly. The music chimed louder, and their bodies fell in sync with one another. Madison couldn't stop smiling. Dance was an art, how could anybody deny it? How could anybody hate it? It was pure and inspiring.

Sebastian spun Madison lightly, making sure her leg wasn't taking any of it too hard. He stopped her suddenly and she jerked backwards, but he was ready this time, and his hand jetted out to hold her from her back. Their faces were so close. His eyes were beautiful. Striking.

And then claps were heard from the benches.

Tyler was clapping, more sarcastic than anything really. Sebastian helped Madison up.

"I wasn't sure if I was watching ballet, or a scene from a Bollywood movie." Tyler said, his voice humourless.

"You're supposed to be sussing out the staff." Sebastian said, clearly annoyed. Madison wasn't about to get in the middle of twin rivalry, so she turned the CD-player up a bit louder,

"Classical music is so amazing." She raised her voice over the music with a smile.

Tyler walked over and turned it off, "It is so good, that my ears can't even handle its amazingness." 

At least she tried.

Tyler looked at Sebastian, "The staff don't work here on Saturdays. Only the doorkeepers. So maybe next time think of a better way to get rid of me, than to talk to people who aren't here."

Sebastian raised his brows, "I'll remember that. Thanks for the heads up."

Madison watched as Tyler's jaw clenched, "I swear to God if she wasn't here-"

"-Well she is, Ty. Deal with it." Sebastian turned back to Madison, "Tango?"

Madison's eyes flickered to Tyler and she could see his anger. She could also see the other side of Sebastian now. They way he treated Tyler.

Tyler walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

Madison turned her attention back to Sebastian, "You're going to have to teach me."