[ Mark's POV ]
"We are working in partner's today! Everyone is going to work with the person beside them until I pair the right people together for the big performance." I spoke, clapping my hands together as I looked around the room of now 19 students. Taylor's spot beside Elera had been empty for weeks now. It was great.
"Elera, I can go back there and wo-"
"I'm here! I am so sorry. My cab ran late." A boy said, the door he had ran into swinging slowly towards the wall. He caught it and gently shutting it behind him. "My name's Vernon." He said as he approached me. I glance down at his outstretched hand and smile warmly back, taking my hand in his and shaking it.
"It's nice to meet you Vernon. I'm glad to have you in class." I said before turning towards the class to find a place for him to stand. " I can have you sta-"
"There's a spot over there! I'll settle in. Don't let me disrupt." He said quickly as he made his way to the empty spot beside Elera. I couldn't help but narrow my eyes as he immediately began to talk to her as he set his duffel bag down and stood beside her.
"Rylie. Can I use you as an example?" I asked, smirking at Elera standing in the back who immediately tensed . I watched her eyes widen at me, almost as If I was challenging her. "We're using the routine I taught you guys last week to dance to Trumpets by Jason Derulo. Have fun with it. It needs to be free flowing, not something you need to get exact."
I walked over to the corner where my phone was hooked up to the speaker. I clicked play and jogged back over. Rylie, a girl with long light brown hair, dressed in a pair of leggings and a light blue crop top stood beside me. She had been in my class for years now. We moved in sync, our feet doing the same motions as we goofed off up front. At one point I stood behind her, my hands on our hips like I was guiding her. Everything was strictly routine, but acting was also a part of selling a dance.
She spun around and put her hand on my chest, making me back up before turning around and bending down in front of me. It was a sexy dance. At the end I could practically feel the daggers hitting the back of my head as I breathed. I wasn't worried about the new boy. He didn't know the routine.
" You have thirty minutes to practice and then we'll perform!"
[ Elera's POV ]
"You caught onto that a lot quicker than I thought you would." I said as I stood back, my arms over my chest and my back to Mark at the front as I watched Vernon body roll and move effortlessly on his feet in front of me.
"I've been dancing for years now. I moved here for school so I wanted to find a dance studio right away." He laughed as he switched me spots. "Show me what you got and then we'll put it together." He suggested. I walked over and took my hair our of the two braids it was in previously, letting the thick waves cascade down my back as I began to sway my hips more sexually then normal. I was getting into it. fReEflOwiNg.
"Damn. Okay I see you." Vernon laughed, jogging beside me and dancing his steps while I did mine. I faced him, laughing as we goofed off with each other. We finally hit our last pose, his hand on my waist as we looked at each other with our faces only inches apart.
It was obvious that we had dancing chemistry, but that was it. We knew our limits. After talking to Vernon for the small amount of time, I could tell that he was a genuinely nice guy, a possible friend and maybe even a best friend.
"Showtime ladies and gentlemen!" Mark clapped, turning back towards up and pulling up a chair. " Who wants to go first? show us how it's done? Vernon?" He asked, amusement laced in his eyes. He hadn't been watching them. He still thought Vernon had no idea what he was doing.
