"Gemma jump!" I yelled as Gemma went into the position. "You got this!"

"I don't think I got this!" she yelled over the loud Sam Smith music playing in the background.

"Gemma it's simple. Watch me." I said as I got into position. "Grande jete, drop into demi-plie, and then turn in attitude."

"But doing that all on your toes is too hard."

"Dammit Gemma, move!" I said and ran into her so she jumped into the air and then she landed into her turn.

Gemma stopped and looked at me excited.

"Now was that so hard?" I asked her.

"No." she laughed.

"Do it again." I said.

So she did.

"Even better." I smiled at her.

"So Louis?" she asked sitting down in a chair taking a break. "How was your Halloween?"

"Pretty good. I went to the dance and then to the football game. Nothing too special."

"You went to the dance?" she asked confused.

"Yeah." I said. "I mean I didn't want to go at first but I decided to give it a try." I shrugged.

"So you supervised it? That sucks." Gemma said pouting her lip out.

"Supervised it?" I asked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well you know, watch the students and make sure no funny business happens like sex, drinking, or drugs."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because your a teacher? All teachers have to supervise dances."

"Teacher?" I said with a chuckle. "You think I work here?" I then asked.

"Yeah?" she said with knitted eyebrows. "Wait if you're not a teacher, then what are you?"

"A student." I answered.

"You're a student!"

"I'm a senior." I nodded. "I also just moved here a month ago from New York so I am a professional dancer."

"Wow." Gemma said shaking her head. "I can't believe I've been so open with a student. How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"Oh so this is illegal too." she joked.

"It's fine. I'll be eighteen in a month." I smiled.

"You're birthday's in December?"

"Yup." I nodded popping the "p".

"Woe okay then."

"Wait do you not want me teaching you anymore?"

"No, I still want the free lessons. You're a great teacher Louis."

"Oh okay." I nodded smiling.

"So you're turning eighteen in a month-" she said leaving it out in the open.

"Yes?" I asked.

"You are pretty handsome Louis." she smiled as she flirted with me.

"Woe." I said backing up a little. "I'm gay Gemma, if you haven't noticed?"

"You're seventeen years old. Have you even had sex with a guy?"

"No." I said shortly.

"Then how do you know you like them?"

"I-" I said not knowing what to say.

"See?" Gemma said.

"Well I think they're really attractive." I then said to argue with her.

"Well I think girls are pretty. Doesn't mean I like them." she said getting up and walking over to me.

"Gemma, you weren't in to me a few minutes ago but now you are? What's going on?"

"Well you're hot and I've had the hots for you since I met you." she said getting closer now. "I've just decided to act on the feelings now."

"Gemma please stop. I'm gay."

"Why Louis?" she whined now right in front of me. "You're so attractive."

"I'm gay."

"Give me a kiss and then tell me if you're gay?"

I huffed but nodded.

"Fine. I'll kiss you."

Gemma smiled and then leaned in.

Her gloss covered lips connected with mine in my first kiss ever.

I have to say, it wasn't bad. I actually kinda liked it.

She then pulled away from me.

"Woe." I whispered.

"You liked it?" she asked.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Well I didn't." I then heard and turned to find Harry standing by the door with his arms crossed over his chest in anger.

"Harry." Gemma and I both said in unison.

"How do you know Harry?" Gemma asked.

"School. We have classes together. How do you know him?" I then asked.

"He's my little brother." she answered.

"Oh shit." I cursed and looked back over to Harry.

"Oh shit is right Louis. Don't be kissing on my sister."

I didn't say anything.

"I thought you were a fairy anyways?" he then asked.

"Well he seems to like women Harry." Gemma answered.

"Well I don't know yet." I then said. "I mean I did like it-" I nodded. "-but I don't know if that makes me bi. It was my first kiss ever."

"Well how about we go on a little date this weekend?" Gemma asked.

"No." Harry said shaking his head. "No dates."

"Harry I'm older then you." Gemma said rolling her eyes. "You can't tell me what to do."

"Well I don't like this." he said shaking his head.

"What are you even doing here anyways?" I then asked.

"My football coach said to meet up here."

"Why?" I asked confused.

"Don't ask me." Harry shrugged.

"The team is all here." Coach Beast, the worlds coolest girl coach, said as she walked into the dance studio with the rest of the team.

"Coach I don't understand this." a kid with red hair spoke.

"Yeah why are we here?" a boy with a lip piercing asked.

"Alright everyone sit your little whinny asses down by the mirror." Coach Beast informed.

"I'll be going then." Gemma said. "Goodbye." she said, grabbed her things, and then left.

"I'll be going too then." I said.

"Oh no Mr. Tomlinson." Coach Beast said shaking her head. "Mr. Hough insisted you help me out."

"I don't know much about football?" I said walking over to Coach Beast.

"Damn right twink." a tan boy spoke out.

"Hey!" Coach Beast said. "Shut up." she said and then turned to me. "But you are a professional ballerina."

"Yeah-" I said not understanding. "-how can I help you then?"

"Just stay still and shh for a sec." Coach Beast said and then turned to her football team. "Alright Dreadnaughts." she started out. "You're last game sucked ass." she said.

Everyone groaned as they agreed and nodded.

"I don't know what the hell you guys were on last weekend."

"We were just out of it coach." the red haired guy spoke.

"No." she said shaking her head. "You guys were off balance and you guys haven't been much of a team lately. Styles for insistence-"

"Me?" Harry asked surprised.

"Styles you haven't had your in head in the game for the past few weeks but last weekend was the worst. Then you have Clifford, Hemmings, and Hood not even trying to keep you safe on the field. Irwin, man, you aren't throwing it to Styles like you mean it. Bieber, you're falling left and right because you also won't pass it to Styles. I've got a feeling that you guys have some beef with him?"

"Well like you said Coach, he's not got his head in the game." a boy spoke.

"Well still pass it to him. You're only passing the ball to Simpson, McVey, and Ball, Evens. You have other players on the team besides them."

"Well they're my friends." the Evens guy spoke again.

"Well I've been passing the ball to Styles." a tall boy spoke.

"I know Mendes. Thank you for being the only player to do that."

"Look coach-" Evens tried speaking.

"-No you look here." Coach said interrupting him. "I'm not having any of this 'only passing to my friends' crap and not guarding our quarterback anymore. I'm also not taking this spaghetti legged crap either because you guys don't have balance when running or avoiding players. You're coordination sucks, so this ends right here, right now."

"And how do you think we are all of a sudden going to get our 'balance' back and all become united?" Harry asked.

"Well that's were Louis comes in." Coach Beast then said motioning to me.

"What do you mean coach?" the red haired boy asked knitting his eyebrows together.

"Meet your new ballet teacher."

I've never heard so many "what the fuck's" in my life.

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Well well...

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