She was fire. The anger in her eyes.
She was storm. The chaos in her smile.
She was flood. Her emotions clear as day.
An inferno and his every which way.
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She did an aerial flip, without a safety net while catching the swing without missing a beat.
Oh the crowd would eat that up...
She'd made it a habit she just couldn't break to practice her acts at exactly 6 o'clock every evening -school or not-.
Dedication was her forte, she could not afford to be sloppy.
This was her dream -a dream that had one thing wrong with it, or should she say one person, a partner that would almost never show up for practice, most days she was half-tempted to rip that mask off his stupid smug face just so she could drag him to practice-.
She let out a sigh, I mean come on, two days a week, heck even one was all she asked. It's not a joint act for nothing!
And he'd made it his habit to watch her at exactly 6 o'clock every evening hiding in the shadows -considering it was an underground circus that wasn't too hard-, driving himself mad with the mystery of who this gorgeous girl with the grace of a trained dancer and the finesse of a seasoned gymnast was... and what the hell she was doing performing for a masked circus.
He watched with bated breath as she climbed down from their tightrope using the ladder she put there everyday and shook out her ponytail, the same way she did everyday.
She was a creature of routine, repetition and efficiency.
"You were amazing, you know?" he voiced watching her turn around with painful hesitation.
He almost gulped when her cat-like green eyes met his...almost.
"I was wondering if you were ever going to get your ass down here to practice" she smirked.
He ignored her statement as usual, choosing to focus on the movement of her lovely bubblegum pink lips instead. "Sometimes when I watch you, I feel like you're dancing for just me".
She let out a snort.
"Oh yeah?" She laughed when she saw his cheeks flush red "And sometimes when I perform with you" she paused for dramatic effect, lowering her voice to a whisper "I feel like letting you fall, not catching you on purpose".
She grabbed her green towel off a nearby chair, turning to meet his grey eyes with her burning gaze. He felt a delicious shiver lick down his spine, all the way to the tip of his toes. "But the ring master would have my ass, if I let you die, so if you'll excuse me I'll be going home now"
No just a few more minutes...Please...
His throat felt dry and his voice small "why?" He wanted to facepalm himself, offcourse she was going home, her practice was over, so she was going home. He almost cringed at what sounded like vivid desperation in his one word.
"Because you are not there!" she retorted, narrowing her eyes and pointing a perfectly manicured fingernail at him.
She let out cries to the gods of art for cursing her with such a partner as she shoved past him, only for him to turn around and grab her by her wrist.
He knew he had to be careful with her, she was a raging inferno and any wrong move he would be sucked in and consumed by the fire that is her, but for some reason he gladly invited it, welcomed it, craved it even.
"Go out with me" he said noting her shocked expression "this Friday!"
He sounded so sure, so certain the answer would be a yes that he hadn't even stopped to ask, only demand and that little fact made her eyes twitch in irritation. With a smile on his face, he had slowly but surely dug himself into a grave and flung the shovel far out of his grasp.
A second later she'd wrenched her wrist from his grip, clutching and cradling it as if his touch had set her on fire.
On the contrary actually.
The frown that seemed to be permanently etched into her face whenever she was around him deepened, her gaze darkened. "No Ree..., we have talked about this before, our identities are secrets we must keep" His lips tilted upwards at the name she thought was his. "That is why this is a masked circus."
He let out a sigh of frustration as he pinched the bridge of his Greek sculpted nose. "Can I atleast know your name?, your real one?"
She stared right into his grey eyes, -didn't he understand she just wasn't interested!- "My stage name is Char, the whole circus calls me Char and so will you."
She turned and stormed away, he didn't say anything, he didn't have to, her message had been received loud and crystal clear.
Auden Milan had been rejected.
"Wow!" he breathed as he slumped to the floor. "That's a first!" Is this how rejection felt?, Made people feel?, It was gross, icky -who the hell still uses icky- and embarrassing, it made him want to crawl into a dark hole in mortification and never come back out.
He decided he didn't quite like this new feeling.
His eyes darted to her green scrunchie she had left behind "No that's weird!" Auden Jeremiah Milan don't you dare.
He reached for her fallen scrunchie cradling it like a precious artifact.
Besides she'd never know.
He was so used to girls chasing him wherever he went that he was so intrigued by this girl, his circus partner, his new obsession that seemed not to care about him, was immune to his swoon-worthy actions, showed a clear indifference to his charming words and had turned down all his attempts to get to know her outside the circus -more times than he could count on both hands-.
He wanted her and Auden Milan wasn't the kind of person who believed in 'no's or letting go.
***** Okay so this is going to be a very short story. It's meant to be a one chapter thing but I decided against it. Now it'll probably be like two or even three chapters.
