Getting To Know You- A Tanner Buchanan Story

An Unusal Introduction

Lexi POV

As I slid on my pointe shoes, I felt the fabric graze over my raw blisters, this burning sensation was one I was used to so it didn't cause immense amounts of pain however it wasn't a pleasant or welcomed feeling either.

It was one of my bad days, mentally and physically. My brain felt like it had been dragged to hell and back, but my body felt limp, as if there was barely anything left which in all fairness there wasn't.

Being in the studio gave me a sense of relief, it was the only place I could come and let out all the shit that was constantly revolving around my mind. I could cry, or scream or even just lie on the floor because the only person who I had anything to prove to in that moment was myself

I headed over to the barre to start doing some relevés, but I had no strength left inside me, my body was punishing me for not taking care of it properly and I had to pay the consequences. The feeling of frustration started to consume me as I kicked the wall, which I'm pretty sure did more damage to my foot than the wall

"dammit !"

Why couldn't I do the most simple step, I had been a dancer since I was 5. Deep down I knew exactly the answer to my own question, I mean what did I expect considering I couldn't actually remember the last time I slept a full night or ate a proper meal.

No way was I going to give into my body denying me all I wanted, if it was going to try and punish me by restricting me then I could play the exact same game but make it 10 times worse.

With every particle of strength I had left in my body, I forced myself into fouetté turns. This put an extreme amount of pressure on my foot causing it to be excruciatingly painful, but I didn't care and I wasn't going to stop. I had to make my body pay for disobeying me, It's like we were in a toxic relationship and the power was passing between person to person getting worse each time.

From the corner of my eye, I saw someone standing at the door, which made me immediately fall out of my turns, loosing complete composure.

"What the fu.."

Before I could finish my sentence the person stepped forward revealing who it was. As soon as the light hit his face the realisation hit me like a load of bricks.... But the question was, why the hell was Tanner Buchanan standing here watching me dance ?

Tanners POV

"please.. don't stop on my account, that was amazing"

The truth is, I couldn't really think of anything else to say. I was completely infatuated by her movement, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before yet at the same time her actions seemed so familiar. There was an undeniable awkwardness rising in the room and it was starting to get suffocating.

I could see panic and embarrassment behind her eyes as she started scurrying around the room to collect all her stuff, it was only then I got a proper glimpse of her face and realised she had been crying, seeing her face puffy like she was really struggling made my heart feel heavy, yet I didn't even know who she was. This was a total stranger but I felt completely drawn to her, as if my world that was a constant conveyer belt of chaos had come to a firm halt.

"I'm so sorry, I completely forgot this studio was being rented out today"

Her voice was shaky so it was quite hard to hear what she was saying, as she walked towards where I was standing by the door, her eyes staying glued to the floor as she came closer. I felt a wave of guilt for interrupting her at something she clearly felt extremely venerable about, I had to say something to fix this mess of a situation.