Dancing on Achilles Heels BxB (Staten Krown)

6

SANTANA

"Is that the best you can do Santana?"

The choreography is hard. I'd been on the dance team for a month. A whole fucking month. You would think by now it would have gotten easier. You would have thought by now I would have been able to pick this up. Ana was an amazing dancer. She was the kind of dancer that you didn't think existed. She did things with her body and contorted them in ways that I didn't really think was possible. I look over at her and just realize how she moves.

Rosa is picking up the dance moves. She moves next to me. It's a contemporary routine. It's easy or so it should be. Katrina is doing amazing. Tip Toe is some nerd and is the worst dancer in the class and he's getting it.

"Are you joking Santana!" Ana barks, "It's easy. Chasse! Chasse!"

Chasse is a gliding movement across the floor. We should follow it by a pedaled movement. I attempt to roll up to the ball of one foot, transfer weight to the other foot and bend my knee.

"You call that a bent knee?" Ana asks.

Portia giggles. I shoot her a stare. It's a hard stare. She stops giggling at that moment.

That's when Ana shouts out, "Double Stag!"

A double stag was leap with both legs in a bent position. I attempt the Double Stag but fall busting my ass in front of everyone. Portia laughs. She can't help herself. I get up of the ground kick off my flat shoe and throw it at her head.

"Santana you going to do that during our premiere performance for the school?" Ana asks.

"She keeps fuckin laughing..."

"You keep falling," Portia barks back.

"Bitch I can out dance you any day," I spit back.

"No actually you can't," Ana responds.

I look over at Ana. The whole class stops dancing. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. Dance was my thing. It was the one thing that came second nature to me. Or so I thought until I started doing Ana's impossible ass choreography. Ana looks over at me with this hard look. I didn't think she liked me. She just seemed to not really smile at me like she did the rest of the people in the class. She didn't give me words of encouragement like she did everyone else. She was just a fuckin bitch. That's all it was.

"I'm a guy," I state, "These fucking tights are ridiculous. I can't dance in this shit."

"I'm a guy too," Tip Toe states.

I roll my eyes at Tip Toe, "No offense but you're like 5'5". I'm a big guy. My dick don't fit in these fucking tights man let alone the rest of me..."

"What about Prince?" Ana asks, "He's the best dancer in the class."

That's when I turn to Prince. Yes. Prince. He's joined the class. He came in just a week ago and I think the only reason he was in the class is because he wanted to give Ana the dick. He stands there with this cocky smile.

"Let me show you how it's done," Prince states.

Prince hops into the air at that moment. He nails the Double Stag on his first go round. He does it flawlessly. I watch as Portia and Katrina start clapping. They might as well suck his dick at this point. They used to act like that towards me when I joined the class until they figured out that I was the worst at picking up this modern dance routine. Then all of a sudden in comes Prince. He's walking around in his fucking leotard trying to make it look gangster. I shake my head, irritated with myself more than anything at this point.