Dirty Dancing

Futile

futile: adjective

incapable of producing any useful result.

Nicholas's Point Of View

'Ahh..',

Her moans echoed in the dark, empty room. I was uninterested, as I thrust into her, eyes closed, thinking of Rose's body beneath me.

Sooner or later we both found our release and I got up to put my clothes on.

'That was fun, Nicholas, we should do that again.', she smiled sleepily as she sunk into the stranger's bed.

'Goodnight, Bree.' I said before I left the house party.

A futile attempt at forgetting about her.

8 am

I walk into class the next day and my eyes automatically scour for her, but she isn't anywhere to be seen.

After a while, the door slowly creaked open. Murmurs filled the classroom as everyone's eyes landed on her.

'Oh my god, she's never been late to a class.'

'Looks like she got some last night.' the boys chuckled.

'Glad you could join us, Rose.' Mr. Alexander said.

Is she late because we were out last night?

I smirked looking at her in her hot, messy state.

6 pm

I was making my way towards the studio to practice when I heard beautiful piano music and pointe shoes knocking on the wooden floor.

It was Rose. She was trying to perfect something... It looked perfect to me. But her frustrated face said otherwise.

'Don't break yourself.' I said to draw her attention to me.

Rose just stared, looking at me up and down, breathing heavily.

'What are you doing here, kitten?' I asked as if I hadn't just been watching her.

'Practising, what are you doing here?' her voice was so soft and sweet.

I informed her that this was when I practised and she decided to leave.

No, please don't go.

'It's no problem, you can stay, I'll come back tomorrow-'

'No, I'm leaving.' she said coldly and pushed past me.

I caught hold of her wrist before she could leave.

What am I doing? Just let her go.

'Let. Me. Go.' she demanded.

'Why?'

Why do you care, Nicholas?

'Because I don't want to speak to you, Nicholas.'

Ouch.

I loosened my grip on her hand.

'What even happened last night? Why were you so bipolar?', she questioned as she ripped her hand away from mine.

'I-',

I f****d up, Rose, I'm sorry. But I didn't think you'd be that affected by it.

'Never mind, let's pretend it didn't even happen... Oh wait, nothing did.', she said with an attitude.

'Rose, I shouldn't have done that, okay?', I blurted out.

Her angry look faltered and she blinked at me. I realised now that her skin glistened due to the late evening's light reflected by her perspiration.

Why does she look so delectable after dancing for hours?

'What do you want from me?', my voice came out deep unintentionally.

I moved closer to her and her eyes were hooded with lust, but she wasn't going to admit it.

Fuck this.

I kissed the entirety of her neck.

'Answer me,' I bit her earlobe.

She moaned, leaving me hungry for more.

But not here, plus, I don't even know her well enough.

Like that's stopped you before.

Well, she's different.

7 pm

I took her to a quiet spot, near the forests, I hope I don't scare her or anything.

I looked at her, she seemed at peace, looking down at the city as she sighed.

Rose and I were starting to get to know each other. She told me about how she started ballet and I told her why I did too, but not the full story.

Although, I did tell her about my father's passing. I've never said it out loud to anyone before but I trusted her... I just don't want to tell her the bad parts about me, afraid she wouldn't want to be around me anymore.

I want to be good for you, Rose.

A few moments passed...

'You're an amazing dancer, Rose.', I said observing her.

It was true. She was so mesmerising and focused, I admired it.

She thanked me shyly and I couldn't help but find it sweet.

'I was also surprised at how quickly you picked up at the club, kitten.', I flirted, wanting her to smile and blush some more.

But she just stared, her face serious.

'Why do you call me 'kitten'?'

'Because on the outside you're meek and demure but I know you've got a little spark in you that's wild.', I answered truthfully.

'You were so sexy that night.', I whispered, thinking about her grinding on me, 'If you saw yourself at class every day and then out, dancing with me like that, you wouldn't have recognised yourself.'

Rose inched closer to me and I felt my common sense slip away. My heartbeat quickened.

God, she's beautiful.

'I hate the way you make me feel, Jimin.', she randomly said.

What? I thought she...

'What do I make you feel?'

'Alive.'

What she said registered immediately. Without wasting time I pulled her face towards mine and smashed my lips against hers

I make her feel alive...

And this leads us to right now.

'I want you, Nicholas.'