School of the Arts

"You really don't have to walk me to class," I say as Luke and I walk hand-in-hand to the dance studios.

"Oh but you see I do. Now, where's your first class?" he asks

We arrive at my class we are a couple of minutes late and everyone is already warming up on the bar. Crap. I guess I'll just sneak in and pretend I was there the whole time.

"So I'll meet you here after classes?" he asks.

"Definitely," I reply. He smiles and connects our lips. I wrap my arm around his neck and kiss him a little bit harder making him smile into the kiss.

"Miss Karamakov! You came to this school to perfect the art of dancing, not the art of kissing," Zach says making Luke and I separate quickly.

"Sorry Zach," I mumble.

"Mister Hemmings don't you have some drums to bash on?"

"Actually I play gu-"

"I don't care, just get your ass to class," Zach says and I laugh.

"Right. I'll do that. See you later Kat," Luke says before walking out of the studio.

"You guys make a cute couple," Zach says as he walks me over to the bar. Zach's awesome. When he gets mad he can get pretty scary but he's also one of the nicest people ever.

"Don't they? Go Kuke!" Jamie yells.

"What the hell is a Kuke?" he asks and Jamie and I both laugh.

"It's their ship name," Jamie explains.

"You two have a ship?"

"No, no. Like relationSHIP," I try to explain.

"What? I do not understand your generation," he mutters before walking away.

The first half of classes are the same as usual and actually quite fun. Ben is a great partner and absolutely hilarious.

"C'mon just give me one sip!" I beg Ben as we walk back into the studio from break.

"No way! Get your own damn smoothie," he says and I pout. We both stop dead in our tracks when we see 4 familiar face sitting in the corner. Lucille Rain, Saskia Duncan, Rebecca Peterson, and Sir Jeffery; all some of the most respected members of The National Ballet Company. You see, after our four years of SOTA are finished each program has something else in store. While the music program has auditions to get contracts with the record labels, the dancers have auditions to receive contracts from The National Ballet Company. You literally get payed to dance in front of thousands of people almost every night. It's my dream. The acting and fashion design programs have another system but it's just as intense. I'm at a slight disadvantage, having started as a Junior so I definitely have a point to prove. I'm a little confused as to why these ballet legends are sitting in our classroom because they usually don't start observing until we are fourth years.

"Third years!" Zach says clapping his hands together. "You've probably noticed some new faces in this room. You all should know who they are, if you don't I have no idea why you are here. I expect you all to be on even better behavior than usual because these wonderful people will be observing you for the next two months." What?!

"What? Why?" A boy I thinks who's name is like Scott Call or something asks in shock.

"Good question. As you all know the third year tour starts early next semester. Meet your casting directors for Romeo and Juliet. They'll be watching three classes a week for the next two months and deciding who fits each role. Don't mess up!" Zach says. No fucking pressure.

"Does this effect chances of entering the company?" another girl asks.

"We are observing the way you dance to fit the roles of the tour, not the company," Rebecca Peterson dead pans. Is that a yes or a no?

"Alright that's enough chat! Lines everyone!"

"I can't believe they're going to be watching us for two freaking months!" Jamie says when class finishes.

"I know it's crazy. We could mess up at any moment," I agree.

"I can't believe Saskia Duncan will be in the same room as me for two months," Ben says dreamily. "I've had a crush on her since she joined the company."

"Right," Roland laughs. I walk out of the studio to my locker and start collecting my stuff.

"He beautiful," a voice says and I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waste. "Guess who." Luke.

"I don't know, who?" I tease.

"Your incredibley sexy boyfriend."

"Which one?" I ask and he gasps while turning me to face him. "Oh that boyfriend!"

"Not funny," he pouts.

"Aww cheer up Lukey," I say. I stand on my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck. "You're still my favorite boyfriend." I connect my lips with his and they move in sync for a bit before he pulls away.

"I was aiming for only boyfriend," he says as he pulls away.

"If you kiss me again I'll break up with the other one," I reason.

"Deal," he smirks before connecting our lips again. I rest my hands on his chest and fist his shirt while his hands massage my hips. When he pulls away again I look over at Ben.

"Benny, babe, it's over I'm sorry," I say.

"After everything we've been through!? You know what I'm glad it's over, I was cheating on you with Saskia anyway," he jokes and slams his locker.

"You were what with me?" a voice says and we turn to see none other than Saskia Duncan in the doorway.

"Oh, uh, hi Miss Duncan. I'm a huge fan of your work," Ben stammers with red cheeks.

"And I'm a fan of the two you guys' work. I'm already considering both of you as possibilities for Romeo and Juliet," she says and my mouth drops open.

"Thank you so much," we both say.

"Don't thank me, thank whoever taught you to dance. You're both very talented," she smiles before walking away.

"Oh my god!" I squeal and hug Luke when she walks away. "She actually paid attention to me!"

"Of course she did, you're amazing," Luke smiles.

"What about me? I'm fucking fabulous," Ben says and strikes a pose making us laugh.

"That you are Benster, that you are."

"How were your classes?" Luke asks as we walk back to the dorms.

"Incredibly nerve racking. We have four of the biggest names in ballet watching our every move."

"You're great, you don't have to worry," he says and squeezes my hand.

"Thanks. How were your classes?"

"Also really nerve racking. We had Simon Cowell and Paul Higgins watching us."

"Simon Cowell?! No way, doesn't he run like the entire music program and record label?"

"Yeah, he's pretty scary."

"Didn't he suggest that Louis, Liam, Zayn, Niall, and Harry form a group?"

"Yup. They're guaranteed a spot on tour because he loves them so that only leaves two more bands," he looks nervous as he says this.

"You guys are literally amazing, don't worry about tour," I say and he smiles. We arrive at my dorm and I stand in front of my form facing him.

"The band and I are practicing right now, do you wanna come?" he asks hopefully.

"Shit, I want to but I can't. I have to deal with my ballet shoes."

"Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow."

"You better." I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him to me, attaching his lips to mine. Luke and I have kissed multiple times yet each time it feels like the first all over again; just perfect. As our lips move in harmony butterflies, scratch that, seagulls erupt in my stomach. We pull away breathless and I smile at him.

"Now I don't want to go," he pouts and I laugh.

"You have to practice, don't want to keep the guys waiting. Now get your booty to practice," I say and spin him around to face the path. I push him to walk forward and he turns around to face me again.

"Bye Kat!"

"Bye Lukey!"

I walk into my dorm only to find Jamie and Harry making out.

"Oh my god!" I squeal and they both snap their heads up.

"This isn't what it looks like!" Harry says quickly.

"So you weren't just making out?" I ask and cock up an eyebrow.

"Okay so maybe it's what it looks like. Just don't tell anyone. We don't want drama," Jamie pleads.

"Don't worry I wont. Jarry will be our little secret," I assure them.

"Jarry? Really?"

"OTP," I laugh before walking out of the room to give them some Jarry time.

Notes

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