Background (Sequel to Desirous)

Why Worry

Priscilla stalked up and down the floor, her eyes narrowing dangerously, as if daring one of us to even sneeze. She was pissed, there was no denying it, but at what was a mystery. The moment we had shown up for our eleven o'clock am class she'd shouted at us to run fifteen laps - mild compared to other days - and then to stand in a straight line facing the mirror.

"I don't know who did it," She growled, her fists tightening. "But I will find you, and I will kill you."

Preston muttered under his breath, "When did this become Taken?"

"Preston, ten more laps!" She screeched. The British boy leaped in shock, immediately jogging around the room.

"Okay, I'm trying to keep my cool," It didn't seem like it; her lips were pursed and she looked like she'd smelled something wretched. "Which one of you idiots got engaged?"

My face flushed as all eyes turned to me. From all the sympathetic looks I was receiving, it made me feel like I was at my death bed and they were wishing me good luck. Although, from the look my dance instructor was sending me, I actually felt like dying right then and there.

"Hunter. Explain why you are getting married."

"Um, well, my boyfriend proposed? And I uh," My voice got smaller as her eyes seemed to burn a hole in my face. "I like him?"

"This is no time for stupid things like marriage!" She turned her back to me, once again walking the line of students she had lined out. I let out a relieved breath, happy that she was at least three feet from me. "As students it is your priority to focus on dancing and not such trivial things like boyfriends! You," Her finger shook as she pointed at me. "Break off the engagement. Focus on school."

"Er, I'll get onto that..."

"This is the most important year of your life! In the next month all of you will pick a career to follow out and impress your senior co-workers. By doing so you will easily climb of the ladder. Having a husband leads to babies which leads to three months of being out of the dancing society. You will easily fall behind, effectively loosing your job. Overall, don't get married until you are thirty and have a stable job. Do you all understand? Good. Thanks to Hunter's stupidity, you will all have a hard cardio work out today. Begin."

Priscilla left with a flare of her dress, giving me a "I'm so disappointed in you" look as she passed. I shrunk back, avoiding the looks of hatred sent my way.

"You're so dead." Brittany threatened, tossing her bottle of water at me.

I winced, "Sorry?"

The rest of the class huffed and moaned as we got on to our workout. Kayla didn't seem bothered by the extra work out, easily finishing first and lounging against the mirror as she watched the rest of us struggle. Desiree was weirdly silent, her eyes a red hue as she touched her toes. She seemed to find the entire thing hilarious, strangely enough; between the three of us, Desiree was always screaming about going through hell becuase of us. I was surprised she didn't scream at me like Priscilla had.

"Have you even talked to Andy?" Kayla asked as I did sit ups beside her. "Or are you still fighting about Warped tour?"

"Am I over reacting? Should I let him go to Warped? I mean, I should have a right in knowing what the fuck he's doing before he does it, right?" I ranted. "And he's completely dismissing the idea of getting married in the next year. Which, okay, it's not as important to him as it is to me, but I feel like it's always what Andy wants. Shouldn't I be able to decide what we do for once?"

"Yeah, totally."

I glared at Kayla; she hadn't even been listening.

"You know what, this is completely stupid. He can go to Warped and I'll just do the wedding whenever the fuck we feel like it." I decided.