Mon Chérie

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please read the title in the same tone as the vine, thank uuu

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Zach was stretching on the studio when the door opened and the pre teens and the moms got in.

"Who are you?" A random mom asks him.

The brunet gets up graciously and all the teens start freaking out.

"I'm here to substitute Master Corbyn for this class. I'm Zach Herron."

"Mr. Herron, I'm so sorry I had no-"

"It doesn't matter, what does matter is that the class is about to begin and do not teach with mothers in the room, so if you could please step outside."

All the mothers walk out.

"Alright everyone, are the pointes on?"

A round of yes were heard.

"Perfect, let's start with warm ups." He quickly indicates the exercises and starts walking around the room asking for their names.

"And what's your name?"

"Isla."

"... my younger sister Isla every year. He's the best brother ever."

"Your sister is Ava right?" She nods excitedly. "How's she?"

"She wasn't really happy yesterday because of our dad but after the show she wouldn't stop smiling."

"I'm glad I made her smile."

He walks back to the front of the studio.

"Everyone to the bars." Everyone complies and waits for his orders.

"First position." He looks at the pupils.

"The arms dance too sweethearts...and pliê"

"Second position."

"Alana, it needs to be more gracious, like this." He shows her "and pliê."

"Third, and don't forget the arms." He looks at them. "Perfect...and pliê."

"Fourth position...and fifth...and pliê." The pupils comply to the millimeter.

***

"Master told me to teach you a little thing called..." He does a pirouette and lands it gracefully.

"...pirouettes."

The pupils cheer.

"Everyone En Pointe!" He gets on it himself.

Zach explains every step slowly and answering any doubts.

"deux...trois...quatre...et." (two three four and)

Suddenly Isla falls.

Zach goes to her.

"Ouch ouch ouch ouch, my leg!" She starts sobbing in pain.

"Where does it hurt Isla?"

"Here! My calf!" Zach starts applying pressure and rubbing it.

"Does it still hurt?" She nods.

"I don't want you getting worse buttercup, go sit down for a bit."

Isla limps lightly to the nearest wall and sits down.

"Alright beautiful creatures of God, En Pointe!"

***

"Class admissed, everyone leave En Pointe."

Isla gets up.

"You stay Isla." The girl nods and sits back down. "Who's picking you up?"

"My brother Jack...I'm still gonna be able to dance right?"

So that's his name.

"You are, I just want to warn him that you need-"

"Isla, what's taking you so lo- oh! sorry, I just need to go to work in like five minutes."

"Jack, right?" Zach walks up to him, the events of last night flashing through his mind.

"Yes, is anything wrong with the payment-"

"It's nothing like that, your sister needs more potassium in her. She had a leg cramp and if she doesn't ingest enough potassium, it could seriously be a bad thing in her career as a dancer."

"So like make her eat more bananas?"

"Food like avocados, sweet potatoes and spinach have more potassium than bananas."

"Okay, anything else I need to know?"

"That's all."Jack walks out until it hit him.

"Oh! Yeah! I forgot to text you! Tomorrow at four?"

"Where?"

"Rosie's paradise?"

"I'll be there."

"Okay! See you tomorrow."

"Bye." Zach walks to the other studio and stretches again and to get ready for the next class.

"Master Corby- OH MY GOD ZACH!" The brunet gets out of the splits and stands up straight.

"Ready for class?"

The girls all nod excitedly.

Suddenly a woman busts in through the door.

"Sorry I'm late Master C- Zach?"

"Hey Tate. Corbyn had some personal issues to take care of."

The girl nods and sits on the piano.

"Alright everyone warm-ups!"

***

Zach puts on another hoodie and some sweatpants.

" Where are you going? You have a show tomorrow night."

"Exactly, tomorrow night. I'll be back in a few."

"You're under my roo-"

"The roof is actually mine. I made the money for you to live like this." He walks away.

His mother didn't say anything. She knew he was right. Everything they own that has any value was bought with Zach's money.

The brunet gets in the bar with his hood up and again, lots of noise was heard.

He sits on the bar again, this time closer to the ring to observe Jack a bit better.

Zach paid special attention as he took off his shirt, this time his hair was tied in a bun.

"You want anything?" Daniel asks him.

"Something without alcohol please." The blond quickly makes a drink for him and Zach hands him a ten.

A man much bigger man than Jack gets in the ring, leaving Zach at the edge of his seat.

Suddenly a wave of people comes to the bar to change their bets.

Zach takes out a fifty dollar bill from his wallet.

"Fifty on curly." Daniel nods.

The blond keeps changing the bets until the bell rings.

"The bell rang, the bets are closed!"

Zach looks to the curly head attentively.

He could see the anger in his eyes, the angst flowing out of his body, but he couldn't help but to notice the sad undertone of his expression.

His mother's dead must have been hard on him.

The bigger man pins Jack onto the floor and goes to punch him but Jack deflected it effortlessly and skilfully turned them around.

The curly head knocked him out cold with a punch on the jaw.

"Here dude."Daniel hands him five twenty dollar bills.

"Thanks." He puts it in his wallet.