The Love We Deny ✔️ [COMPLETED]

Chapter 4 - Results

When I was younger, I loved this stadium because of the uniform. I mean, their small-size uniform combined with their body was just a sight for sore eyes, and I remember thinking 'I want to be just like that when I'm older.'. The older I got and the more I learned about this organization. I found out that it went far beyond the sexy uniform, the girls would go on trips to veteran clinics, they would travel the world to meet army troops, they often worked for charities to help make the community better. I wanted all of it. I wanted to be part of a company that would allow me to do this.

The only thing standing in my way now was my name being called. Just two words that would bring me one step closer to my dream. I felt my throat tighten as the tears threaten to come when the coach opened her mouth again.

"Kathanya Belova." The speaker resonated in the room. I was stunned, I had hoped for this I had prayed for it but I had never thought it would come true. Tears of joy ran down my face as I stood up and fell into the arms of Marketa and Alisson. Naomi rolled her eyes, but I was too thrilled to even care. I didn't even hear the last name that was called.

"Ladies, welcome to finals," Coach said with a bright smile.

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"Son of a bitch!" I cursed as I swung my legs over the edge of my bed and slipped on a robe. The walls of my room had been vibrating for the past hour due to the loud base music coming from the neighbor's place. Again.

This time I wouldn't care how long it took, the disrespectful, inconsiderate, rude, and dangerous prick was going to open his fucking door and listen to me. It was three in the morning for god's sake and I had the most important day of the year coming up tomorrow.

I walked out my door and banged on his door like I had done yesterday. Surprisingly, the door opened nearly immediately. In front of me stood a guy which looked like a college frat boy, except he didn't look like he showered in a week, his brown hair was greasy and his hands were holding an open box of Pizza. I felt nauseous when I saw him checking me out openly, spending an extra amount of time on my curves.

I loved my body, I had worked hard to for it. I was lucky to be both curvy and skinny if you know what I mean, but watching him dissect my forms, made me want to scream and scratch his eyes out. I guess I could add perv to his list of descriptive words. Could it get any worse?

"I have an important day tomorrow. Can you please turn the volume down so that I can sleep?" I asked, trying to sound polite despite having to scream above the music to be heard.

What happened next put me on edge like never before. The man looked at me up and down once more before laughing and slamming the door in my face. You have got to be kidding me! I continued banging for about ten minutes, before deciding it was no use and going back to bed. Not that I was going to get any sleep at this point. I couldn't believe people like this even existed.

I must have fallen asleep because at six in the morning I was woken up by the dreadful sound of my alarm. I groaned internally. I was exhausted. I got ready, making sure to take a long cold shower to hopefully jolt my body awake, now if only my mind could follow. I took the time to pour myself a good cup of coffee, god knows I needed it. I sipped it quietly while running my performance in my head.

My college dance team and I had choreographed the solo I would be dancing today. I had been practicing it for a year now to make sure each move was precise and showed exactly what it needed to, whether it was passion, technique, or fluidity.

I spent the morning in the small studio. I saw Sylvia and we chatted for a bit about her children and grandchildren. Apparently, her daughter had decided to come to surprise her with her two kids for the summer. Sylvia had been both excited and completely unprepared which made her start running around like a headless chicken. I couldn't stop laughing at the way she recounted the story. I headed home afterward to gather my things and have a quick lunch.