toes, and bumping into each other. Chloe was getting frustrated with Evan, but mostly with herself. This was basic stuff, she reminded herself impatiently, not understanding why everything felt so off.
As they attempted to complete the routine, Evan went to lift and spin Chloe, but dropped her, her body crashing to the floor. “Ow!” she cried, pain radiating up and down her spine.
With tears in her eyes, Chloe pushed herself up off the floor. She looked at Evan angrily and said, “What the hell? Why did you drop me?!”
“Look, it’s not me, okay?” Evan defended himself quickly, “I know what I’m doing, and I’ve won countless competitions and contests.”
Chloe stepped closer to him, getting in his face and clenching her fists against her side angrily she yelled, “Well apparently you forgot how good you are because right now you suck!” Her face was flushed, hot with rage. She was annoyed with his cocky attitude, he had no right to treat her that way.
Evan didn’t back down from her angry screams and he stepped even closer, his face only inches apart from her own. In a quiet but angry voice he spat, “Get your shit together, second place.”, and then he stormed out of the room.
Chloe watched him storm out, feeling wounded and hurt. She collapsed on the ground, hot tears pouring down her face as she cried softly into her hands. Chloe felt angry and defeated, she was over worked and over exhausted. Maybe I’m not meant to win after all, she thought bitterly.
Chloe sat on the floor for a while, drowning herself in self-loathing thoughts. After she cried out all the tears she had left in her body, she grabbed her cell phone from her bag. Quickly dialing the phone she placed it to her ear, desperate for kind and comforting words.
The other line clicked and an older woman’s voice answered, “Chloe?”
“Hey, Mom.” Chloe replied back, feeling immediately comforted by her mother’s voice. They spoke on the phone for a while, and when they hung up Chloe felt better. When Chloe turned around she say Evan standing at the entrance of the room watching her.
He walked over to her quickly, remorse clear on his face, “Chloe, I’m so sorry, I had no right to say that to you.”
Chloe quickly shook her head and replied, “No really, it’s okay. We both said things we shouldn’t have. It happened in the heat of the moment. Dance is passionate, sometimes it gets explosive.”
Evan looked down at her, and Chloe got lost in his green eyes for a moment. His body was so close to hers, all she wanted to do was grab him and pull him closer. He lowered his face towards hers and she could feel his breath on her face, and she inhaled his scent, her body craving his.
They quickly broke away, both getting lost in the moment. Chloe couldn’t help but notice that after that the air in the room seemed to change. Their touches seemed to linger, their embraces a little closer than necessary, almost as if they were finding reasons to touch each other. It grew late and the sun set as they danced again and again. Finally when it reached 9, Chloe had figured it was best to leave, feeling disappointed that she would have to leave his presence.
“We did a lot better, I think.” Chloe mused, feeling proud of their perfected performance.
“I told you we’d make a good fit.” Evan said, nudging her shoulder softly with his own as they left the studio.
They finished the short cold walk back to the hotel ended too fast for Chloe’s liking. As they rode up in the elevator together it took all of Chloe’s willpower not to touch him, the small space basically cramming together.
She reached her floor and the elevator opened with ding, she turned wistfully to Evan and let out a soft, “Goodnight.”
She headed off to her room, and set her stuff down on the floor of the empty hotel room. Chloe was exhausted physically but she felt so awake, her brain filled with a million