Bluff

Chapter 8

''I don't know what the fuss is about, she can't fucking dance. She has no skill, or stage presence-"

''Really?'' Audri defended, as I snooped in on the conversation from outside the dance studio. I showed up late today, I felt almost jet lagged from my weekend with Blake. ''Is that why four professional instructors chose her to lead the entire studio into our performances this month. Stop being so jealous Garnette, and take Ms.Timmy's advice and try and keep up.'' Audri warned. Garnette rolled her eyes and rejoined the class with her flock of three. The jealousy was always heavier when crowned Lori, but I'm in no need of drama. When I entered, Audri sat beside me and re-congradulated me twice again. I thanked her, as I lay back onto the cool tile floor comfortably.

''Wait a second, what's going on with you missy?" She asked, smiling as if she caught on to something. ''What's with this glow?"

''I don't know what you mean." I coyly responded, wrapping my hair in a messy bun.

''Oh yes you do, who's the guy?" She asked, growing impatient.

''Why do people always assume, when a woman glows, it's obviously from a man?" I asked. Audri's face shifted, slightly uncomfortably, but it hadn't quieted her.

''So, it's because of a woman?" She asked, whispering.

''I can't deal, his name is Blake.'' I admitted, as I sat up. ''He's just a guy I've been dating.''

''Just a guy? C'mon, how many men have you turned down in the last year? You've been crowned 'Lori' seven times, more than any of the girls here, and throughout all of our performances there's always a ton of fans that wants to be your man.'' Her voice elevated in excitement, ''I can't wait to meet him, he must be pretty perfect.'' I hope so, because I'm pretty much letting my guard down for Blake. Well Mistletoe is.

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As Terry sat in my living room, cheek and knuckles bruised, with blood on his v-neck shirt, I couldn't believe he had gotten into yet another fight. In routine, he took off his shirt, as I neared him. I always noticed the way his abs clenched when he breathed. It's something about the detail in his shoulder blades that I found attractive every time he moved. He flexed his knuckles, and frowned at the pain.

''So, what was it this time?" I asked, sitting down beside him with alcohol wipes, ice, and bandages. ''I'm gonna have to start charging you, for my services as your nurse.'' He winced, as I dabbed the wipe on his cheek.

''I fucked Paris again this weekend," Terry said, with a smile plastered on his lips. I bet. How funny, It seems we'd both been sparking magic in the bedroom. "and as it turns out she has a boyfriend,''

''Really?" I asked.

''Yeah, whatever." Terry said, unphased by my surprise. ''But it was almost as if the universe cared for me to get my jump off, because her boyfriend popped in on us right when I finished.'' He smirked.

''And then,'' I beckoned, as I bandaged his cheek. He just looked at me with an 'I think you know what happened' look. Well, I do. Im sure Paris's boyfriend attempted to damage Terry's handsome face, only getting a few hits, but ended up knocked out and embarrassed from trying to defend his girlfriend's honor, hence the blood on Terry's shirt. I just shook my head in disapproval.

''C'mon, Shiloh. What was I supposed to do? Let him hit me, you know I don't look for trouble.'' Terry said, raising his eyebrows in sincerity. Reminds me of-

''But hey, I knew I shouldn't have slept with Paris in the first place. Didn't I tell you?"

''Yeah, you did.'' I smirked, while dabbing at his bruised knuckles. He exhaled continuously, like a kid who wanted attention. ''What? I'm done.'' I said, rising to my feet. I walked a few steps in front of Terry, when I felt his hand slap my butt. I turned to face his cheeky grin, and his hands raised as if it wasn't him.