Umpteen Disadvantages of Being Awesome

Disadvantage 8 - Perfect

I know I haven't even edited my last chapter yet. Sorry for the mistakes.

Disadvantage 8 - Because of your 'awesome', sarcastic and self praising attitude, you always have to get inside jokes, be calm during silences and perfect in your skills.

Racheal clasps her hands in front of her very excited face. "This is perfect just.. just stay still both of you." She says, bringing her hands down as we both comply. She tilts her head a little and a serious look takes over her face. She studies us for a few seconds before she further says anything.

 "Ala, come a bit in front and you Alan, go diagonally backwards from her." We both immediately change our position as Rach has instructed us to. Well of course, a routine ain't complete without her inputs.

"Yup. I want this positions in the last stanza before your final position." She says, now getting up from the bean bag in the corner. I look back at Alan at the mention of our final position and he just motions with his eyes that he'll take care of it. 

It is very instinctive you know. His ocean blue eyes fill me with calmness. Every now and then, I find myself literally gawking at them.

"Last position ?" Racheal asks us, trying to hide her smile over the serious look which just makes her look constipated.

"Last position ?" Alan repeats after her, giving me a pointed look. Wow, great. One minute you become the goody-two-shoes with all the 'I'll take care of it' and the next moment you join my friend in 'Lets Mock Beck'.

"Urm okay." I reply. Meeting eyes of neither of them. Ways to get me embarrassed now, right ?

Alan intentionally bends on one of his knees, holds out his hand for me, above his head which is bowing. "Care for a dance mademoiselle ?"

"Oh, obviously. Why wont she ? Right Ala ?" Racheal speaks before I can reply and then looks at me, half giggling.

Just two days and she is already interrupting me like Alan. Without caring to give any reply, I walk towards the front near the mirrors, trying not to focus on the two laughing figures at my back.

Why ? Why on the face of this earth with so dang awesome people like me, are these shit-faces there, who love to embarrass me ? Huh suckers.

While their incessant laughter reaches my ears, I start imagining figures on the ceiling. I mean, isn't it the most interesting thing ? After how Marc can't score goals that is. Why is he even in the football team ? To flirt with the cheerleaders ? Kiss them and exchange germs and all that shizz. Well Marc he is. Damn, can I ever stop thinking-

Suddenly Alan's soft hand grip the side of my waist, breaking my chain of thoughts. My head snaps up at the mirror, looking straight at him while a smirk works its way up his face. My back can touch his hard chest at places. He lowers his mouth to the level of my ear and says in deep husky voice "Alarice, if you fall down, don't glare if I laugh."

My whole body turned towards his face and I swat his grip away from my waist. Jerk. I don't know what I expected him to say but this definitely wasn't one.

"Okay, okay!" He says lifting his hands up.

"God, can you please get romantic with each other later ? I want to see you both perfect that step.Mrs. Hooch should be proud to see your preparation. You both have been practicing since two weeks and now that all these steps are stitched together in this routine, I want my creative and perfect final position to be actually perfect." Racheal rants. "On counts then ? Come on." And then she basically behaves as if she had said nothing.

My knees are still blue, legs are still stiff, neck still hurts and I still can't do this fall.

I prepare for my jump as Alan takes his position. I do my build-up run and then jump into his arms. I feel his hands tighten around my waist protectively which then slowly slip down and hoist me from my feet. Up in the air, I arch my elbows in a graceful manner, being the delicate princess I am. I know it's coming and I have to do it. Concentrate Beck. His hands strategically let go of me. And then, I fall.