Your Time To Shine

Part 4

The next time Sara strutted through those gym doors, through the changing rooms, got changed and then reappeared in the gym, she promised herself she was going to apologise. What for? She questioned. For being a jerk, for not letting him explain. Pacing around, she was waiting for Luke, to meet those irresistible eyes. Hopefully they could do some dance training together. Deciding she would make use of the spare time, she stretched and then begun to dance. In a different way than she’d showed Luke- it was more exotic, more seducing, the way she moved like she and the Earth were one. There was no music, she was dancing beautifully to a nonexistent beat- if there had been music, it would have ruined the moment completely.
Even though her eyes had been closed, she felt eyes burning inside her. Stopping, she spun around to face Luke, his face looking speechless, so Sara assumed he’d been watching her the whole time. And she hadn't even noticed until she’d slowed down slightly. “Luke,” Sara acknowledged, lifting her head in his direction. Before she launched into her big apology speech, she’d see what he had to say first. 
“Sara.” Luke said in turn, his voice more exuberant than hers. “That was...wow, well, what I mean was, why didn’t you show me that before?” It was almost as if he felt betrayal that Sara hadn’t shown him that; there was a lot of dancing Sara hadn’t shown Luke.
“I didn’t think it was really that good, so I left it.” Sara rubbed her hand along the back of her neck, trailing it down to her back, to her shoulder blades. Today, she was wearing very short-shorts that complimented her long, slim legs in a way that was very revealing. The same went for her figure-hugging, low-cut top. “Listen, about yesterday, I didn’t let you even have a chance to speak, I just left. I was thinking we should really just let it go, and forget about it?” This was a big ask.
As Sara glared pleadingly into Luke’s irresistible eyes, the both of them knew that neither of them wanted to forget what had happened; they wanted it to happen again, even further this time. When they realized they were thinking the same thing, both of them turned their heads away. It could never happen. 
“Yes,” Luke accepted. An awkward silence filled the room, so he spoke again. “I was thinking today... partner dancing. Have you ever dancing with a partner?”
Sara shook her head. “No, never; I’m not sure if I’m good at it...” This was her way of saying ‘you do know I’m going to be really bad, and you’re going to be good because I’ve never done it before.’ Hopefully, he’d be good enough to teach her very well. 
After all, that’s what tutors were for, right?                                                                                      “That’s what tutors are for, silly,” Luke chuckled to himself, jogging swiftly over to the corner of the room, eying the large, black speakers with distaste. They made the room look so ‘chavvy’, but it had a great sound system, so he averted his eyes from the speakers, down to the stereo. With quick hand movements he inserted the CD, padding back over to Sara. “You’re going to let your body relax.” Somehow Luke knew they’d both already stretched. “And then dance with me. Not alongside me, with me. There’s a difference.”
Sara nodded, blushing slightly. “Okay, dance with you not alongside you; got it.”
Suddenly, the music began booming out of the speakers. With the remote that, up until them had been tucked up inside his pocket, Luke turned the volume down until it was soothing, something you could actually dance too. “You ready for the time of your life?” Luke teased, his voice almost dark and challenging- it sent a chill down Sara’s back- a thrill of excitement that she’d never felt before. It was similar to the thrill she’d felt when she’d kissed him, but in a totally different way. 
“I’m ready...” Inside she was screaming- she wasn't ready....
Without a choice, Luke grabbed hold of Sara in a blur of twists, turns, lifts and if they hadn’t of been concentrating on their dancing, they would of noticed how perfectly their bodies fitted into each other’s. Luke’s hands groped her hips as he held tight for another lift. In the end position, his breath was hot on her neck. She didn’t know what to do. Luke’s breath was fast; his heart obviously sped up from the dance. So was hers, but Luke’s moves had taken her breath away- Quite literally.                    “Sara, that was quite breath-taking.” He complimented, helping her up with his hand. Sara blushed slightly as she took her hand in his, although it seemed perfectly natural.                       Unexpectedly, the headmistress burst through the high-school doors, looking all flustered and bothered. Her hand clasped tightly on her hat, keeping it secure on her head, probably to hide her scruffy, messy hair that seemed almost too white to still be on her head. None the less, Mrs. Brown was a very nice lady, although she could be scary at times- the way her bony fingers curled over the forks and knives at Christmas dinner, the way her eyes seemed to glow in the dark when the lights would break down and mostly, the way her voice croaked when she'd been speaking for a long time. 
“Luke!” Mrs. Brown exclaimed- the expression on her face meant that she’d obviously seen the whole dance, the hinting content of their moves. “Fraternizing with the students is strictly forbidden, you know that.” 
Luke shook his head. “We were dancing, Mrs. Brown, I was teaching her how to dance with a partner and then she fell, I was merely helping her up. Surely you saw that, yes?” She had fallen at the end because she had been so tired and Luke breathing on her neck made her feel a tiny bit light headed.
Corrected, Mrs. Brown stroked her skirt, trying to keep hold of what little dignity she had left. “Well, Mr. Williams, I am sorry and therefore have no reason to be here. There was a slight rumour that you and she... yes, you kissed.” 
Sara turned to look at Luke, her mouth in a small, cute ‘O’ yet her expression was not cute- it was pure anger although she tried to hide it from Mrs. Brown- she didn’t want to give the victory to Mrs. Brown. How on Earth had that rumour got around? The blinds had been open, but could it just be James trying to stir up trouble?
“That was just a rumour, Mrs. Brown, I can assure you. The relationship me and Sara share is strictly professional.” Luke mumbled through gritted teeth, trying to make it seem as convincing as possible. If Mrs. Brown ever found out that there had been something between the two, he would lose his Job and Jenny would get expelled. And he knew that this school meant everything to Sara, just as his job meant basically the world to him.
Mrs. Brown eyed them carefully. “Are you still taking Miss Gomez to the airport, Sara? You’ll have to take her with Luke.” She asked. “Now, I think she wanted you to go, however I think you’ll be missing the rest of today’s lessons, I’m sure you two won’t mind.”                                                            Watching Luke drive through the thrashing rain, Ms. Gomez’s bags to his side in the passenger seat, whilst Sara sat with Ms. Gomez in the back, was rather quite interesting. Sara noted that on the back of his neck, he had some form of tattoo that he tried to cover up. She couldn’t focus on it much; she was trying to listen to Ms. Gomez, and figuring out that Mrs. Brown seriously had some relationship issues of her own; Even though she was widowed. She was sure of it that nobody at all wanted to date poor old Mrs. Brown who was probably going to retire soon anyway. 
“I will miss you much, sweetie.” Ms. Gomez sniffled in her strong, Spanish accent- no matter how much time she’d spend away from Spain, her accent never changed; Spanish blood through and through. She may not have been Spanish as in where she lived, but by blood and accent, she was Spanish. 
“Promise me you’ll email me?” Sara offered, they emailed each other quite a lot. It was more like two friends than a teacher and a tutor, but that only made the lessons work out better.
Ms. Gomez smiled; at least she had some hope. “I will. We shall talk lots, no? You will tell me about your progress with Luke here. I set him up with you because he is one of the best.” Ms. Gomez offered a slightly chuckle over to Luke, as if they knew each other, but Sara assured herself they knew each other through the school, nowhere else- unless of course they knew each other from meeting at dance competitions and such alike, but she was sure there was no romantic history. Why was she caring so much about whether Luke was interested in anyone or not?
Glancing out the windows, the two girls released they were here; the Airport, the dreaded plane-trap. At the same time they both dropped their smiles. “We’re here.” 
“Ladies, this is where we have to part. I’m sorry.” Luke leant back against his seat, wrapping his arm around the head-rest as he turned to face them both, pouting a little cutely. “I’ll take your bags to the door, but I'm afraid you’re on your own after, Ms. Gomez.” 
Ms. Gomez blushed. “Please, call me Sienna.” That’s what Sara had always called Ms. Gomez- Sienna, because it was a lot less formal so they could be a lot friendlier with each other when Sienna was tutoring her. “It’s much less fuss.” Ms. Gomez already had a few tears in her eyes. The reasons she had so many bags was probably because there was so many gifts and galore from the teachers and students as a leaving gift. 
Around Sara’s high school, Ms. Gomez was loved, allot. Not just for her dancing but her attitude towards everyone. She was rather attractive too, as many boys from the school had tried to take an interest but she had dealt with it accordingly, telling them that it was against the rules anyway, and there was much prettier girls in the school.                                                                       Opening the doors like a real gentleman, Luke stepped to let the ladies out, Ms. Gomez’s bags slung on his shoulder. “Sienna.” He whispered as Ms. Gomez stepped down from the car. “Sara.” She had to be helped out by Luke as she wasn't as tall as Ms. Gomez so she grasped his hand as he swung her down.
“Thanks,” Sara grinned up at Luke with puppy-dog eyes.
When they were at the airport door, there was lots of hugging and tears. It was such a blur that the last thing Sara could remember was the last hug from Ms. Gomez as Luke informed them that Sienna should really go and check in now. “Bye, Sienna, make sure you text me or call me when you’re safe and in Spain.”                                                                                                                                   “I will,” Promised Sienna.                                                                                                                 Then, just like that, Ms. Gomez disappeared in the swarming crowd.                                               Sara looked back at Luke with teary eyes, trying hard to keep her weeping silent and not blurt out like a five-year-old who’s just lost her favourite toy. The next thing she knew, he wrapped his arms around her in a warm, safe embrace, his body heat making Sara feel like nothing could hurt her, nothing could touch her. Somehow, she was safe. “Thanks, Luke.” Sara stuttered, wiping her eyes with the end of her sleeve so she didn’t look that much of a mess in front of Luke- it was hard not to though, her mascara was running down her face, but her lip-gloss stayed shimmering.