Aria Anderson was only 20 and fresh out of college with a degree in choreography, Ballet, modern, jazz technique, and body conditioning. When she met Spencer Collins. A 25-year-old, theater choreographer. With a dark soul.
She thought she escaped h...
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I've been avoiding Michael for probably three months now. I don't know how I've gotten away with it. We only speak if we have too. I still can't believe I kissed him like that. If Spencer knew he would kill me. I'm falling for Michael and it scares me. I know I shouldn't. Not because of Spencer. But, because I don't wanna get hurt again. These new feelings scare me. I've never felt anything like this before. I let his words get to me like an idiot. I'm catching feelings like an amateur. If Spencer finds out I'm growing feelings for Michael. He's gonna kill me. Especially if he knew that I kissed him. I don't know how he stayed clear of Roxy and Rico. This shit is gonna blow up.
"You better behave." Spencer's voice echos through my mind.
Right before he chocked me till I passed out. I missed soundcheck. If I keep this up Michael is gonna kick me off the tour. I know he will. Then Spencer will probably beat me to death. I'm weak. He will kill me if I don't do something about it. But, what can I do? When my fear is stronger than my will to escape. I don't even know if Michael knows I'm here. I snuck into the arena thirty minutes before doors opened. My body hurts. I barely can speak. My throat is swollen. He's getting more dangerous. Tonight I even avoided my friends. I didn't want to face anyone. I didn't want to have to explain why I barely could speak. Well, lie is more like it.
I couldn't help walking closer to the side of the stage. Where my friends stood. They looked down at me with worried eyes. I tried flashing them a smile. I know they didn't believe it. I've never seen his performance for 'The Way You Make Me Feel'. I love the video. I love the choreography. It reminds me of 'Westside Story'. They stood on either side of me and wrapped their arms around my waist. Their heads on my shoulders. My arms wrap around them. We focused on Michael's performance. I won't lie. He looks damn good out there. Sweat dripping off his body. Those pouts he makes when deep into his craft. The way his body moves across the floor like he was floating. He's pure perfection. I sigh softly and feel my friends look at me.
"What?" I groan out as I continue to watch him chase the girl from his music video.
What was her name again? I've never seen her in rehearsals. But, she's been here since the tour started.
"You like this man," Rico says.
"I do not," I say quickly.
Making me strain my throat.
"You came out differently that day you were in his trailer," Roxy says. "You're ignoring him for a reason."
Why do they know me so well?
"Okay. Okay." I whisper.
They come closer to me. Knowing I was about to tell them something big.
"We kissed," I say as my eyes find him on stage.
"What?" They both screamed. "Y'all kissed."
I cringe from how loud they were. I hope Spencer didn't hear them.
