Baby

Chapter 5

The next day as I'm looking for my phone I remember that Pippa used it and I didn't get it back from her. Not knowing where she will be I seek out Bobby who is helping carry equipment to the lawn for the sporting event later.

"Hey Baby," Bobby greets.

"Hey, Pippa has my phone. Do you know where I can find her?"

"She's resting in her cabin. I'd go get it for you but I'm in the middle of this. Guests aren't really allowed up there but I don't think Palmilla will mind you retrieving your phone. Pippa's cabin is number 4."

"Thanks Bobby!" I take off towards the path that will lead to the staff cabins. It's quiet but I'm guessing most of them are working. Knocking I'm surprised when the door flies open revealing Jagger dressed in a pair of ripped black jeans and a tight white t-shirt. I try not to stare...too much.

"I came to check on Pippa and get my phone back," I say without stuttering which I'm proud of myself for.

"I'm glad you came by. I'm sorry for not giving it back last night," Pippa says.

"I'm happy you are following my dads orders and resting. Were you able to find a replacement?" As she hands my phone over I cringe at seeing the pic on my lock screen.

"Girlfriend? She's pretty," Pippa observes.

"Not exactly." I'm going to kill Laila for making that pic my screen saver.

"She looks familiar," Pippa says taking a closer look. She looks at me and then back at the photo. "No way."

"What?" Jagger asks.

"I think I found my replacement."

I have a bad feeling about this.

"How? Is his girlfriend a dancer?" Jagger wonders taking the phone from my limp grasp.

"No, but you can teach anyone," Pippa exclaims.

"No he can't," I protest.

Jagger looks confused until he takes a closer look at the picture and stares at me.

"No fucking way..." Jagger curses in surprise.

"I can't dance. My sister forced me to dress like that. You want to get the job, right? You can't if I fill in for you!" I say in desperation.

"Jagger what else are we going to do?"

I glare at both of them hoping to dissuade this madness. When did I even volunteer?

"A week isn't that long we better get started."

What the hell just happened?!

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"1, 2, 3, 4...1, 2, 3, 4."

"Head up."

"Back straight."

"Spaghetti arms."

I stop dancing and glare at the infuriating man. We have been at this for four days now and I'm not any better than I was when we started. We have the rest of today and all of tomorrow for me to get this routine down.

"How is it that you are getting worse?"

"You know what...fuck this! I got roped into saving your ass and I'm not even sure why. It's not like Mr. Pickles is my asshole dog that got Pippa hurt. I'm even paying you for these "lessons". Find someone else!" I scream in frustration. My body aches, my feet are sore, and I'm missing out on family time. All to save an ungrateful bastard.

"Let's get out of here," Jagger suggests.

Anywhere has to be better than here.

We run through the rain to where Jagger has his car parked. Finding the keys locked inside is not what either of us expected. Jagger doesn't hesitate as he picks up a big rock smashing out his back window. I stand in shock before his words reach my ears.