𝐹𝑙𝑦 // 𝑀𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑢𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑋 𝐼𝑚𝐴𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑥

Two

Pink. That was the only way George could describe the guy. From the sweater he wore to his flushed cheeks. Everything about him was just so pink. He still didn't know the bloke's name so he just settled on calling him the 'pink kid'. Original. He knows. Hell, even his sketchbook was a dark pink, so George deserves a pass on his poor naming capabilities on this one.

Mrs. Johnson was still talking to the 'pink kid' once George came out of the bathroom. Deciding that he was done feeling so clueless he started to eavesdrop on their conversation. He tried to get close to them without looking too suspicious.

"But Professor I-" Mrs. Johnson cut him off with a tut. "Alex, I know that you really wanted to join clubs but can't you think over it until next semester?" Alex, as was his name, just pouted. George smirked at that. "Professor, I really do appreciate your concerns about my health, but this is something I've been wanting to do since I entered Uni, so I've already had two months to think about it." He said with a look of determination. Apparently that was enough convincing for Mrs. Johnson since she just gave Alex a disapproving look as she walked towards the door.

George's stupid grin must've still been on his face because before he knew it he was the one being lectured by her. "And what are you laughing at Andrews?"

"It's Andrew Ma'am."

Alex snorted from behind. Mrs. Johnson looked back and forth between George and Alex before letting out an exasperated sigh and finally decided to leave.

It was astonishing that George had managed to get himself in trouble twice and it wasn't even 11:30 yet. Speaking of trouble, where was Will? He was usually the one who got George in trouble. He scanned the room looking for Will, quickly realizing that the only people left in the room were him and Alex. As soon as he made eye contact with Alex he looked away.

Okay, rude.

They stood there an awkward silence for a few minutes before Will finally decided to show up.

"Why's no one else here?" Will thought aloud.

"Probably because of the rain, mate," George replied with his eyebrow raised, Will could be a bit oblivious sometimes. "Well, they could've just driven here." Oblivious was an understatement. "Not all of them have cars, Will. They're students, not Tories." Will just rolled his eyes and shrugged him off.

As the rain thinned out, more and more students started to file in into the studio. The only person they were now waiting for was the instructor.

More time passed and there was still no sign of the instructor... Choreographer? Whatever you wanted to call him. George didn't understand why it was necessary to give him a title in the first place; after all, Damien was a student like the rest of them. He was getting more aggravated by the second, the one thing he was looking forward to, and he couldn't have even that?

Ping!

His phone went off in his pocket, and so did few others'.

Dance Club

Damien:

Heyyyyy guys, sorry for the

inconvenience but i can't

make it today.

Got into an emergency lol

Will Lenney:

just say u dont want to

come mate

Will's gf: