Breathe

Chapter 3

Bradley's POV

"Can I take you out for a drink sometime?" I asked the short blonde, whose name I recently found out was Becca.

"Um yeah! That sounds great... Um I could give you my number?"

"Yeah cool." She took a pen from the front desk and wrote 7 digits on my hand. "I'll call you tonight." I winked. I wouldn't. I'd wait until tomorrow to call her or even wait until Friday to call her. But it sure as hell wouldn't be today.

"You can't come back to my class." That annoying voice said.

"Sorry Shay, I already paid for the whole year."

"I can give you a refund you're not disturbing my class. I can tell you will be a huge problem."

"Okay, okay, keep your money and just give me private classes."

"Why do you even want to learn?"

"Because my dad is getting married and I don't wanna look stupid in front of him. Just please, help me." She took a deep breath and I nearly laughed when her nostrils flared.

"Okay." she finally agreed.

"Thank you."

"Go f**k yourself." She rolled her eyes and walked towards the stairs and just when I think she's about to walk up she throws her leg up on the railing and pushes her other foot back until she's doing the splits. I bit my lip to keep from groaning. Then a tall prick obscured my view of her long legs spread out as far as they can be and that ass. He said something and the she said something. And she was... Smiling? What? Shay? Smiling? I thought that was physically impossible... And then he was kissing her and she was still smiling and kissing him back. Oh. That's why. I quickly turned and walked out of the studio before I did something stupid.

Shay's POV

Before I knew it, it was Saturday again. Yoga pants and my pizza infinity t-shirt. Straighten my hair put it in a ponytail. Take it out, curl it, wash it, straighten it again pony tail. I get there at 7 which is really early. The only one there is Peter and I try to be happy and kiss him back but really I'm not even fully awake.

"What's wrong?" he asked concern in his eyes. He's so cute.

"Nothing it's just-"

"Period?"

"Maybe..."

"I'll be right back." he said and disappeared into the "living room". It's basically where everyone eats and sits and talks between classes. Peter came back a few seconds later with a water bottle, washcloth and Advil.

"How amazing are you?" I smiled.

"Well I am your assistant."

The rest of the day went by fast class after class until 5 when everyone including Peter left. Then in barges Brad. s**t I totally forgot.

"You ready?" he asked.

"As ready as I can be." I rolled my eyes. "We're stretching first."

"Where's your boyfriend?"

"Home. Where's your girlfriend?" I spat.

"I don't have one."

"Okay then your f**k buddy."

"She's probably in a ditch somewhere." I snorted at his reply and he laughed. "That's funny."

"What?"

"Your snort." I rolled my eyes.

"f**k you."