Breathe

Chapter 2

Shay's POV

Saturday came too quickly. I woke up at 6:30 only because my first class started at 8. I picked out my baggy blue cargo pants and Arial muscle shirt. I went to the bathroom and nearly screamed at my reflection. My curly mane was tangled and matted. I sighed and hopped in the shower. I finally got the knots out and sprayed a ton of hairspray on it to keep my curls from frizzing up. I applied mascara and eyeliner to make my green eyes pop. Then of course you can't forget the beanie. I grabbed my white converse and ran out the door, then immediately ran back in to grab my coat. I was out of the house by 7:30 and got to the studio by 7:45. I opened the doors to find my co-workers chatting about random things they saw in the magazines.

"He's totally f*****g that Victoria secret model."

"What? Not even! He's going out with Jen."

"One word...cheating." They all gasped.

"Ladies, ladies. Shut up! I have very horrible news."

"What?!"

"You're all fired." I tried not to laugh as I said it. The look on their face was priceless. "Just kidding!"

"You're really bad at jokes." Cameron shook her head.

"Hey where's Peter?" I ignored her comment.

"We made him go get us donuts."

"Hey, Peter's my assistant. Not yours."

"You mean your slave?" Jace teased walking in from the bathroom. "Are you guys done with that celebrity bull s**t?"

"Anyway, Noel you're in the beginner class upstairs room 10, Cam you're in 9, Angie 8, Jace 7, Tris 6,

Megan 5, Tessa 4, Sarah 3, Darcy 2 and I'm down here in one."

"What?! I can't go to the beginners! It was your turn! You were in 1 last time!" Noel complained.

"Yeah! My whole class is moving up and I swore I'd go with them!" Angie huffed.

"Fine! Ugh!" I was really trying to avoid him...

Bradley's POV

I groaned trying to pry my eyes open. A body shifted on top of me.

"What time is it?" I asked groggily.

"Time to sleep." Christina grumbled.

"No I have a class I need to go to."

"Mhm." her grip on my waist tightened.

"I can't get dressed when you're latched to me." I teased. She looked up at me smiling mischievously.

"Then don't."

"What are you doing?" I laughed. She sat up and I took in the sight of her plump breasts. s*x. That's all I could think about this second... and every other second. I could feel an erection coming on.

"Oh excited already?" She teased. "Let's play a game yeah?"

"What game?"

"The game where we f**k for the rest of the day."

"No. I have to go to class."

"With a b***r?" She questioned. I sighed. "I'll make it quick I promise."

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"That was great. You always get better don't you?" I panted.

"Nah, you just get hornier."

"What time is it?"

"7:45."

"f**k!" I jumped up. I had 15 minutes. I threw on my sweatpants and my 'too lazy to tweet' t-shirt I got for Christmas. Then of course my beanie. "You can leave whenever. There's food down stairs." I called to Christina.

"Okay." she suddenly sounded tired. I jogged downstairs and out the door, then walked back in to piss.

I pulled up to the studio at 8:10. Not too late. Why was I taking this class again? After a moment of standing there someone told me where the beginner class was. I walked down the hall to room 10. When I opened the door I realized exactly why I came here. The yoga pants, the jiggling t**s, the tight shirts. I was in heaven.

"Oh look who finally showed up!" And now I was in hell.

"Yeah I'm only ten minutes late."

"PSRS"

"What?"

"Push-ups, squats, running, and sit ups. 10 pushups, 10 squats, 10 laps, and 10 sit ups."

"What?" I repeated.

"You were ten minutes late. So. Do. As. I. Say." She said slowly.

"You look hot when you get all feisty." I smirked. I can get myself out of this.

"Let's go. You're wasting class time." Or not.

"Fine" I huffed winking at the eyes that stared at me.

Shay's POV

"Girls face forward please." I rolled my eyes. He's not that hot. We finished our stretches just as Brad finished his PSRS.

"Damn did I miss the fun part?" My eyes widened. No shirt and glistening with sweat. I was wrong, he is that hot.

"Um... put your shirt back on."

"No, it's wet." I shivered. I pulled my hair into a bun and tied a hair tie to my shirt to expose my stomach. Two can play this game.

Bradley's POV

Oh god. The dance was hard as f**k. It didn't help that I was hard as f**k. They were all so hot. I had to get numbers. I had to f**k one of them. I settled for a short blonde who really loved doing the spins, though she looked a little scary and deformed when she did it. I could tell she was insecure. Add a couple drinks on top of that and she'll be screaming my name before the day ends.