The Dancer & the Bad Boy

chapter 3

Chloe's POV

Why did he have to come back? I was over him and now he's back! God! Karma is a bitch. I hope he gets hit by a bus.

"A bus?" Blake laughed.

"What?" I asked, confused

"You said 'I hope he gets hit by a bus' wow," he started laughing all over again.

"I hope you do, actually!" I exclaimed, turning my back on him. I missed his laugh. His smile. I missed him. Why did he leave? I could've helped him with whatever he was going through!

He left during the hardest part of my life. All the shit I went through, he wasn't there for. All the tears I cried, he wasn't there to stop them. All the times I've thought about self harm or suicide, he wasn't there to soothe them. I'm not falling for him again.

"I'm going to change. You can change somewhere else." I told him.

"Do we still have the same locker room?" He called, as I was walking away.

"No. It's mine now. It's will never be yours again." I smirked, and shoved the door open. I walked out in my tan tights, black leotard, and pink ballet shoes.

Blake entered in black tights and a white t- shirt. He looked good, but I looked away.

"Okay," coach said, clapping her hands. "Your duet song is going to be 'When I Was Your Man' by Bruno Mars." Funny actually, how well that fit us. No. Fit me and him, there is no us.

"Start." Coach said. I had learned the choreography already, looks like Blake did too. We finished and he set me back down on my feet.

"Chloe! Change for the hip- hop dance." Coach hollered.

I changed into my off the shoulder black shirt and grey sweatpants. He came back out with a black muscle shirt on and grey sweats too. I tried not to stare too obviously.

"Chloe, this is a seductive dance," my coach called.

"Is this like the one I did with that professional last year? Where we had to act like we were fighting, but still in love? And we ended up like a centimeter from eachother and almost kissed?" I said, boldly, knowing it would bother Blake.

He grunted, crossing his arms over his chest. He mumbled something along the lines of, "No one touches what belongs to me," or something.

Coach hid a smile and nodded her head. "Yes, this is just like that. This time you will kiss him though,"

I froze. He smirked, uncrossing his arms and coming towards me.

"Oh, its been done before." He laughed, swinging his arm around me. I shrugged him off, beginning to watch his aunt move around like we were supposed to.

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We were done with practice, every time he had tried to kiss me I had pulled away. I couldn't do it.

"Hey," Hannah said, coming up to me. I nodded my head back at her to show I was listening.

"Okay, so, Chris, my dance partner, invited us all to a party tonight. Can you come?"

"I dunno, Hannah. I've got that ballet class to teach and then the hip-hop to teach, too. But maybe after my shift I could go. You know what it's like for me now," I mumbled

"I could drive," said a deep voice. I whipped around to see Blake standing there.

"Perfect! Thanks." Hannah exclaimed

Once Hannah had left, I shut the radio off. "Look, I don't want to go to the party."

"Yeah, well too bad, mi tesoro, I'm driving you wether you like it or not," he remarked.

"Mi tesoro?"

"Nothing, mi sol,"

"Mi sol?"

"Forget it," he grumbled, running a hand through his hair

"I don't need your help,"

"Wanna bet?" He challenged, knowing I can't resist bets

"I've been on- I haven't needed help in a long time."

"Let's make another bet,"

"Whatever," I waved my hand

He smirked, "I'm going to make you fall in love with me by the end of the summer."

"And if you don't?"

"You'll never have to see me again,"

"Deal," I said, shaking his outstretched hand. He pulled me towards him, slamming me into his hard chest. I gulped.

"It's on," he whispered into my ear before spinning me out and leaving the room. I was left breathing heavily.

"I've gotta get a grip," I groaned to myself