Dance alone x Bristan


“Okay, but if you slip and fall on your face you can’t get mad if I laugh because I warned you,” she reasoned with him,”Don’t get me wrong, I liked it. It sounded good coming from you. But I don’t like when people say things just to say it. Like, I know I’m fine, but I didn’t know I was that fine,” she tried not to laugh, her lips pressing together into a smile. She enjoyed how comfortable she felt around the boy,”I got biggest flirt and best smile,” she sighed,”I remember people got pissed because they wanted to put me as best dressed too but they couldn’t put me under three categories. They weren’t even supposed to put me under two, not including prom queen,” Brielle had served as a big part of the high school during the years she was there, mainly because she knew it was the most important years of her life and she needed to make the most of them.

“As appealing as that sounds, and as much as I’ve always wanted to do that, I’m going to have to pass for now,” she pouted, sticking her bottom lip out even though she was joking,”I want to do it on the dance floor first,” she nodded,”But I wanna hear you say it,” she tried to keep her voice from sounding sexual but the sentence in itself was pretty much out of a porno,” Please don’t,” she laughed,”I can’t be held responsible. That is between you and the other guys,” she liked talking to him as if he were already a part of the family, which he would be soon,”But I don’t think they’re gonna make you go streaking. Last time they almost got the cops called on them since they decided it be fun to ding dong ditch too,” she rolled her eyes.

“You really want to see me try? Once I start something I don’t stop until I’m finished,” she told him. It was true, she’d never been much of a quiter. She always found a way to get what she wanted. She wasn’t one of those people who were told ‘no’, so she never accepted the word as answer,”What do I get if I don’t knock you off, besides ‘creds’. I want something else,” she sounded like a kid picking out a toy in the mall. She wanted to prove the boy wrong for some reason, show him there was someone who could deflate his ego and that that person was her.

“But still, she’s your mom. Spare her a heart attack,” she shook her head,“Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready,” she tested the boy, looking over at him,”Don’t look at me like that,” she quickly looked away,”I thought you were cute, but I also thought you were going to be rude,” she admitted,”Not a complete ass, maybe a half ass,” she nodded and laughed so he knew she was joking,”But it wasn’t until now that I thought otherwise,” she raked her fingers through her blonde hair, biting her lip for a moment,”I always have had a thing for rude boys,” she teased,”But I think I like this you,” she nodded,”Anything in French can sound sexy if you don’t know what they’re saying,” she told the boy,”Voglio il tuo corpo sul mio,” she had switched from French to Italian but he probably wouldn’t know,”How does that sound?” she laughed slightly,”I said ‘tell me what you want me to do daddy’,” she looked at the boy to see his reaction,”You should learn French,” she nodded. She began to laugh when the boy told her what he had been thinking,”I charge extra for that,” of course the girl hadn’t actually charged for her massages,especially not in places she didn’t even give them, but if one of the members was ever in pain or sore or something she helped them with it. It was a nice skill to have,”Well have to test it out. I happen to be a great teacher,” she wasn’t sure why the words were just rolling off her tongue when she talked to him, but she couldn’t stop it.

“No there isn’t, honesty is the best policy,” she smiled. She listened to the boy talk, a fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach beginning,”I can appreciate that,” she nodded,”Better me liking you for you then for someone you’re not,” she could’ve meant as friends and could’ve meant as more, which ever way he wanted to take it,”And I’ll do the same,” she assured him,”Well, some of us our lowkey about it. Then the one’s who aren’t either get slut shamed or called a prude. It’s kind of a lose, lose, lose, situation,” she laughed. It was true. Sexuality was much harder for girls then it was for guys. They could voice how many girls they fucked and get high fives, if a girl did that she would be committing social suicide.

“You do, huh? I think that she can try and hope for the best,”she smirked, finding the conversation with the boy amusing,”I think she can handle it,” she nodded. She wasn’t sure if the boy was just talking about hooking up or actually developing a relationship but either way she needed to be open. He was pretty much the first boy she’d looked at since Mason passed, and she knew that it was now or never if she was planning to move on. She didn’t want it to be unhealthy so she hadn’t rushed into any other relationships after the incident, but she almost felt comfortable with the thought of seeing someone else now,”He sounds…fun,” it had taken her a moment to chose a word that described what she was thinking. He did sound fun but also crazy, and a little dangerous,”Having a roommate actually sounds great. The idea of not knowing who you’ll end up with,” she’d always loved meeting new people so the whole thing appealed to her. She nodded when he asked for help,”Yea, ‘course,” standing up, she walked towards the dresser he was talking about, bumping him slightly on purpose when he walked by to go to the bed she’d been sitting on. She pulled the top drawer out, not realizing how hard she’d pulled it she gasped slightly and stepped back as it practically flew out of the dresser and landed at her feet,”Fuck, I’m sorry,” she said under her breath but made sure he could still hear her. She picked it up and shook it around a little to make sure she hadn’t broken it, which she hadn’t thank god. She looked down at the ground to pick up the other things before an assortment of wrappers caught her eye, a lot of them to be exact. She set the drawer down and picked up one of the squares, reading the label,”Extra large?” she smirked over at the boy, a laugh tickling the back of her throat since the whole thing was funny to her.

“I think there’s going to be a lot more embarrassing things for you to laugh at.” Tristan said. Being embarrassed didn’t bother him much, but he knew that a lot of the things he did would be considered straight up embarrassing for most people. Like the things he did when he was shit faced, but the next day he would end up laughing it off. “But I wasn’t just saying that. I’m not gonna lie about something like that.” Sure, he did play with a lot of girls feelings, but something about her made him not want to do that. Then besides that he would be living with her for the next few months, and he didn’t want to be living there under such awkward conditions. “I can see why you won both.” The boy said with a smile, “You won prom queen?” He asked, “Funny because I won prom king.” Tristan still had the crown, but it was somewhere back in his room at his parents house. Probably under the rest of his junk from his high school years.

For now?” He repeated her, with an arched brow and a smirk. “I can wait until you are ready to do it. Not like I’m going to he going anywhere for a while.” Tristan told her, “You want to fuck on the dance floor?” He asked even though he knew what she meant, but he said it because in his reference he meant dancing as fucking. “Sex.” Tristan said. She wanted to hear him say it, so he did. There wasn’t a reason for him to sugar coat it. “But you told me it’s not going to be that bad, so if it is, you owe me something.” Tristan told her, but he was only joking. As much as he didn’t want to be hazed in because he knew hazing wasn’t exactly the nicest thing. It usually involved something sexual, and he was a hundred percent sure that it wouldn’t involve him doing anything sexual to the girl beside him. Tristan shook his head and laughed, “The flaming bag of poop is better than just ding dong ditch.” He was a troublesome kid, so he knew mostly all the tricks in the book.

"I wouldn’t waste the time, if I were you." Was all he said. To be honest, it would be a waste of time, it would take her a lot longer to deflate his ego than the time he would be staying in the house. He did already tell them that once the competition is over, he would be moving back to the dorm. "Then what do you want?" Tristan asked, looking over at her. It’s not like he would actually give her anything if she did so happen figure out how to deflate his ego.

Tristan kept his eyes on her, not necessarily staring, but because he was listening to her speak. He laughed, and shrugged his shoulders. “I made it look like I broke my leg, and she screamed. When I really broke my leg when I was like ten, she didn’t react like that. She called the hospital like a same person would.” Maybe it was because he was the youngest at the time, he was her ‘little baby’ so she felt the need to protect him as if he was still a fetus and make sure nothing bad ever happened to him. Which was why she hated the fact that he grew attached to street dancing because that’s where most of his passion for dancing resided. “I’m always ready.” It was just singing, he could sing anytime of the day if he chose to, but spreading your legs even if it was to do a split in front of somebody you just met took a lot more work and self comfort to do that. Then again he twisted his body parts in front of random people. “Look at you like what?” Tristan asked, even though he knew exactly how he was looking at her. He shook his head, and laughed. “I think I like being a half ass.” He knew he wasn’t the nicest person on the planet, because he wasn’t. As ‘nice’ as Tristan convinced himself to be, if he had something rude to say, he would say it. He never understood the saying ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say it’ cliché. “I can be rude. Very rude at that.” Tristan said before nodding his head. “That doesn’t sound as sexy. That sounds more like dead, sociopath stuff. No offense though.” He wasn’t going to lie, it was true, it didn’t sound as sexy as the first thing she said. Tristan smirked once she translated it for him. “I knew it was something sexy, but there’s a lot of thing I could tell you that I want.” He told her, sliding his right hand into the pocket of his pants. “I’m taking German. Things don’t sound as sexy in German though, there’s only certain things you can say. Like my professor always sounds angry even if he’s saying something about being happy.” Maybe it was just the teacher, but it didn’t sound as sexy unless you gave it a certain twist with pitching your voice. “I don’t think paying for that is legal, so in reference to what you said earlier, I’ll tell you that is what I want.” He was talking about what she had said earlier in French. “Good, I’m a kinesthetic learner.” Kinesthetic meant that in order for him to learn, he had to actually do things himself. He couldn’t sit there and watch or hear somebody explain, because if that was the case it would just go in one ear and out the other. 

"Exactly. You only lie when you have to save your ass." He did believe in that case, lying was okay, because if it came between him going to jail or not going to jail. Obviously he was going to lie, because he didn’t need an arrest on his record especially since he was going to try and get into law school. "Good. I don’t like finding out that I’m liking a completely different person than I thought I was." He told her, because nobody would like that. "I know. It’s double standard." Tristan never complained about it much, because he was a boy, but he’d be a hypocrite if he said he never slut shamed a girl which was why he never paid much attention to it. 

"Hopefully, I’m not wrong." Tristan doubted he was wrong, because she was flirting with him back. She seemed like the type of girl who was a lady in the streets, but a freak in the sheets. She looked like she had her shit together, so he didn’t just want to fuck her, he actually wanted to build off some relationship with her even if it was just a friendship. "We can agree on that." The boy nodded his head as he folded a few of the shirts and putting them inside of the luggage. Tristan hadn’t had a serious relationship since he graduated from high school last year, because he was in college, and he wanted to live. He offered a open relationship, but she seemed absolutely disgusted by the whole idea, and practically tried to kill him. "He is fun. Fun when I don’t have to drag him by his feet back to the door." It was even harder because both of them were drunk. Tristan was also tripping over his own feet, and laughing at the fact that he was dragging a boy across cement and rug. It took him a while to get used to it before it just became a weekend routine. "It is fun, especially when he’s in a hangover, and I annoy the shit out of him at ten in the morning." He laughed at the time that the boy had threatened to rip his throat out. "I don’t know about the whole not knowing who you are going to end up with. This boy a few dorms down ended up with a psychopath who like became obsessed with him and shit." It sounded like that movie that came out a few years ago, but it was true. Tristan began taking the clothes off of the hangers and folding them, he hadn’t learned how to fold until he started college when a girl in the laundromat saw him struggling and taught him. He smiled once she bumped into him before going back into the closet to put the hangers back in, and took out another handful of clothes making sure not to grab his roommates clothing by mistake. He jerked his head to the side once he heard the noise of the drawer falling onto the floor causing him to burst into laughter, needing to bend over slightly since his stomach began to ache. "Jesus, it’s just a drawer. It wasn’t going to kill you." He joked before he stood back up straight in attempt to catch his breath. He threw the clothes on the bed and picked up a few of the clothing that were by his feet and placing them on the bed too. Tristan turned back to look at her once he heard the slight crunch of a wrapper, and saw that they were spread across the floor. He brought his eyes back up to hers, and shrugged his shoulders innocently with a smirk. "What can I say? I was blessed with the full package."


Dance alone x Bristan


"Well then good luck coming to practice with no shoes on," she rubbed the inner corners of her eyes, feeling herself become tired. She knew most dancers had attachments to their shoes. This was the first comment he’d made that actually made her face flush, shaking her head,"Now you’re just saying stuff she shook her head. She sucked on her teeth for a moment, tilting her head to the side,"If we went to high school together, we probably would’ve gotten cockiest. Or best hair," she concluded, nodding her head.

She rose an eyebrow at the boy,”I think we should dance face to face first before we take another step,” she was probably lying to herself since she would’ve fucked the boy right there in the car,”What would that something else be?” not that she intended on kidnapping him again. They could do something else that involved someone’s wrists being tied. She felt her shoulders rise and fall,”It’s their tradition, I don’t know what they’re doing. I doubt they’re gonna have you do something completely ridiculous to the point where you’d want to leave, but it’s probably gonna be pretty bad,” the guys had already tried to embarrass him enough in front of the girl but he’d seemed to brush their comments right off so his skin was probably tough enough to endure whatever they had in store for him. 

The comment evoked a certain feeling in her, causing her to furrow her eyebrows,”I think I could,” she tested. She wasn’t being serious and she didn’t plan on it, she just wanted to see what he said. He’d obviously taken an interest in her and getting rejected by anyone sucked, so obviously she had an upper hand, but he did too since she was obviously interested in him as well.

"That’s horrible," she laughed, giving him a disapproving shake of her head. She’d always been ok at singing but never focused on it or payed it any attention since dance was always where her heart was,"When are you going to sing for me? I’ve always liked guys who were more in touch with their performing arts side," she grinned, figuring he knew what she was getting at,"I believe you, I believe you. It’s just, that wasn’t exactly the first impression I got," she shrugged, she wasn’t going to lie to him. She began to laugh again when he repeated her words back to her,"That was the first thing that came to mind," she defended, talking about the description she’d use to describe his talent,"A lot," she answered, chewing the inside of her cheek at his request. She thought about it for a second before looking over at him and smirking,"Dites moi ce que vous voulez que je fasse papa," it was more of a question but translated it made sense. She knew the boy was going to ask her what she had said and she wasn’t sure if she was going to tell him,"What are you laughing at?" she narrowed her eyes playfully so he knew she was joking,"I can teach you," she nodded.

"I see your point," she nodded. She understood where he was coming from,"At least you can admit that theres times you just wanna fuck," she laughed,"I guess I’m old fashioned in the sense that in order for me to wanna fuck I have to have some sort of connection," she pursed her lips slightly, tilting her head to the side,"Not all of you are pigs. But most," she nodded,"Girls are just as bad, if not worse," 

The girl played with the tips of her hair as she looked up at the boy, taking in some of his features now that she wasn’t driving. He was like one of those paintings where the longer you looked at it the more things you noticed. She looked down at his suitcase before he could say something about her staring,”You think?” she looked up at the boy, giving him a coy smile,”Lets hope she can live up to that,” she laughed slightly and looked around for a minute,”Whats your roommate like? Where you guys friends before you moved in?” she licked her bottom lip. It looked like a typical teenage boy’s dorm. Usually by the way someone decorated their living space you could tell their personality. For example, she had a mirror on her ceiling because she liked looking at herself when she woke up in the morning and went to sleep at night. Most people would’ve seen that as just being cocky, which it kind of was, but it was also a reminder that there was no use in trying to imitate others because at the end of the day there was nothing she could do about who she was. It had taken her awhile to accept that. It was also pretty fun for sex. 

"If I were you, I wouldn’t doubt me doing that." He said, and looked at her with a smile. "I’m just saying stuff?" Tristan cocked his brow as he looked at her, "I guess you aren’t as cocky as I thought you were. If somebody told me that I could change a girls type, I would be the happiest guy on this planet." He wasn’t even exaggerating, he loved when people fed his ego, even though he didn’t need to feel better about himself. "That’s actually kind of funny because I did get the best hair superlative." 

"We could dance face to face right here in this seat." Tristan said, he didn’t even try to stop himself anymore. It’s not like she wasn’t saying dirty things back to him either. "I think you know what I’m talking about." He said and smirked before looking at his fingers that held the phone, and pressed the sleep button when it lit up. Whoever was texting him could wait. "I’m holding you to that. If they try and make me eat raw liver or get marked by a sharpie, I’m leaving. If they want me to drink, or go streaking across the block, then I’m for it." Two things Tristan enjoyed was drinking, and being naked, so either of the options wasn’t exactly something he would of hated. 

Tristan looked at her, and laughed under his breath. “I would like to see you try.” He shrugged his shoulders, he had always been a confident boy even when he was young. He never went through that phase where he had to pick out all of flaws. “If you could knock me off of my high horse, then that would earn you some serious creds.” It’s not like people have never tried to do it before, for some odd reason people always despised people who loved themselves. He wasn’t sure why people did it, but then again he was never in their shoes, so he couldn’t exactly judge how they looked at it. 

"What?" He chuckled, "It’s not like it was that bad, she knew I was double jointed, she should have known it would be coming sooner or later." Tristan said, he had done it to plenty of people before, and everybody’s reaction was completely different from the other. "Depends. When are you going to show me how flexible you are?" He asked and looked at her with his large puppy eyes, and simply shot a smile her way. "And what was your first impression?" The boy asked her, "Did you think I was going to be an absolute ass?" He couldn’t blame her if she did. He had all the traits of an asshole, the looks, the ego, the mouth, the way he walked like he was the lord of the streets, "But I can be a asshole if you want me to be one." Tristan said, and waited for a response. "I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded sexy." He looked at her, "What did you say?" He wasn’t sure if he actually wanted to know, because for all he knew, she could be telling him to go fuck himself, but he doubted she had said that. "You said that you are a good masseuse, and I just thought about you giving something other than my shoulders a massage." Tristan said bluntly, "I might be able to move my tongue even better."

"I mean, there’s no point in lying is there?" Tristan asked and shrugged his shoulders. "I want you to get to know me for me, I’m not going to put on a show." He said before he listened to what she said, and nodded his head. "That’s a good thing though." The boy told her, "I know girls are bad too, but you guys are just lowkey about it, unlike us, who we share our horniness to the public world."

 ”I definitely think so.” He shook his head and smiled at her next comment. “Do you think she can?” He asked and looked at her before looking at his roommates bed when she mentioned him. “He’s like a party animal, to be honest. Loud, drunk, he’s really gregarious. He’s usually the guy that you find on top of a car naked shouting ‘Fuck the police’.” Tristan wasn’t even exaggerating, if anything he was underestimating the boy. He had done worse than what he told her. “Nah, I met him when we moved in.” Which was true, but the two were close as if they were friends for their whole life. He finished packing the underwear into the zipper of the luggage. “Can you help me put my pants in? It’s the first and third drawer.” Tristan asked as he walked over to the closet and pulled out the other luggage, unzipping it, and placed it beside the other one before returning to the closet to pull out his half of the clothes. 


Dance alone x Bristan


"As long as you try," she smiled. She looked over at him,"Just try and remember not to wear your favorite shoes while were practicing, no matter how good they look with your outfit. Don’t say I didn’t warn you," she shook her head, touching her chest as if she was offended before placing both hands back on the wheel,"It’s not like I knew your type," she defended,"But yea, I did kind of figure I’d meet them. I just wanted to hear you say it," she licked her lip.

"We’ll have time to do it again," she flirted,"And I’ll make sure to leave out the second part. We can do something else after," she let his mind wonder,"Are you sure you wouldn’t still want to go on that date? I mean, I would at least deserve a third try," she laughed since she was kidding,"I mean, you did agree to join. Which gives them the right to haze you," she laughed,"I’m sure it won’t be that bad,"

"Please," she shook her head,"You know thats a lie," she laughed. She laughed again, her straight teeth showing,"You are the last person on earth I’d expect to let their ego get broken from a girl walking away. And I barely even know you," she figured inflating the boys ego wasn’t the best idea, but everything she’d said so far had been true about him,"I guess not," she looked over at him.

She smiled at how much he reminded her of the boy who had passed, it was almost like having him back,”I used to be so jealous of my cousin, he can do that too,” she shook her head, laughing. She arched an eyebrow,”Singing, huh? It can be our secret then,” she added when he said he didn’t tell most people,”I never would’ve guessed, you? Nice?” she gasped sarcastically. She looked over at him when mentioned the tongue tricks, smirking for a second before looking away,”You’ll have to show me some of your talents sometime,” she slipped in before thinking about his question,”Um, I’m really flexible, not in the sense that I can twist all my shit around like you,” she laughed,”But I can do a lot of stuff. I speak a few different languages, fluently. I’ve been told I give good massages,” she laughed, not knowing where else to go,” I can tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue,” she finished.

"Is it, though? I mean you have to be attracted to someone in order to wanna fuck them, so,like, by hooking up with a dumb girl in my eyes it is the same as being attracted to dumb girls,” she nodded,”Now, I’m not saying that applies to all men, but most like to just have arm candy they can dumb down and treat like trophies,” she knew what she was talking about. She wasn’t a feminist but she was very keen on the whole debate about gender equality and feminism.

She watched him before walking over to the bed and sitting on it so she could watch him and help if she asked. She rolled her eyes at his answer,”Yea, but you know what I meant,” she looked around the room,”And good luck with bringing girls home now,” she laughed. If Marcus caught him bringing home a girl he didn’t approve of he would be dead. Marcus was kind of like an older figure, since he was the oldest in the house. He took disrespect seriously, and there were a few things that he did feel were disrespectful.

"Well, that might be a bit hard because all of my shoes are practically my favorite." It was true, he loved every single one of his sneakers as if they were his kids. He couldn’t help it. He was just a typical boy who loved sneakers, girls and fast cars. "Yeah, but I’m sure any boy could change his type when it comes to girls like you." Tristan said with a smirk, and rolled his eyes. "I’m not even going to comment on that, because then I would be a hypocrite, but you are very cocky." 

"I’d prefer we do more than just that." He laughed once she finished her sentence because it was like she knew what he was going to come back with. "Not if you’re going to kidnap me again, I wouldn’t want to go on that date. I mean you could kidnap me fore something else." He looked down at the phone as it lit up, and cracked his knuckles before looking back at her. "Yes, but hazing usually occurs when somebody comes and asks you. Not when you ask them. Like frats. They haze because all of the freshmen want in on the fraternity. You don’t exactly torture somebody when you want them." Tristan knew about it mostly because he had a few friends in frats. He never saw the point, because even when you weren’t in the frat you still got invited to the parties, and that was all he needed. "Hazing is horrible no matter what it is, and I doubt its gonna be a simple fish out the apples." 

Tristan chuckled, “I wouldn’t let anybody break my ego.” It’s not like he was a dependent person, he always did things himself, because he knew that he was brought into this world alone and he would die alone. Which was why he usually didn’t take what people said seriously, because at the end of they day they aren’t gonna be there at the end of it all. “Well maybe you are good at this judging by the cover thing.” 

He nodded his head as he listened to her. “My mom used to hate it so much. I think it was because that one time when I was eleven I tricked her into thinking I broke my leg.” Tristan smile at the memory, before nodding his head. “Yes, singing.” He picked it up from his grandmother since neither his dad or his siblings could sing, and she was the only one who could. “Oh, and I play a few instruments here and there.” He added before laughing. “Right, because I was supposed to nice while I was tied up. I’m telling you, I am nice.” The male looked at her when he had mentioned the tongue tricks, and picked up on the smirk even though it didn’t last too long. He returned the smirk once she mentioned that she was flexible, “‘Twist all my shit around’ that is the best way to phrase it that I have ever heard in my life. I’ve heard ‘abnormal, and ‘alien’ but yours is by far the best. But being flexible is always a good thing.” He shook his head with a soft laugh. “What do you speak? Tell me something sexy.” Tristan looked away and bit the inside of his cheek once she mentioned massages, because he wanted to laugh, but he figured she hadn’t meant it in that sense. “You know, as much as I can move my tongue around, I’ve never been able to do that.” 

"Right, but like I said there’s a difference between wanting to build a relationship with somebody and just wanting to fuck them." Which there was, and he was a guy, so he would have known. "You could be sexually attracted to somebody, enough to want to fuck them, but know you won’t have enough chemistry with them to have the relationship." Tristan said, before he continued. "Yeah, and that’s why we are considered pigs." Its not like what she said was wrong, because most of his sex was exactly the way she had described it. 

Once he had finished stuffing the undergarments into the zipper of the of the luggage he moved onto the rest of his clothes and placed them carefully folded into the luggage, because if there was anything he hated, it was wrinkles all over his clothing. “I think I’ll be happy enough with one girl.” He left it up to her to figure out who he was talking about, but he knew it wouldn’t take long for her to know. 


Dance alone x Bristan


She nodded when he said he understood,

"Marcus sees a lot of potential in you," she sighed,"A lot of his, uh brother," she nodded,"You better soak up the special treatment while you can, sooner than later you’ll be training your ass off just like us," she laughed,"Well, Marcus pretty much kicked him out with nowhere to go. Apparently he was sharing stuff with a girl from another crew just so he could get some," she shrugged,"But I haven’t heard from him since he got kicked out so I don’t know the full story," she looked over at him for a second, raising her eyebrow," So I met your expectations? That’s a relief," she was joking and serious at the same time,"I think that’d be embarrassing if I didn’t,"

"Yes, but you liked this trick until you were in the back of a van," she teased and laughed,"I promise that’s the last time I’ll do something like that. As far as the guys go, I don’t know. They’re probably gonna have some sort of stupid hazing," she shook her head. Since she was a girl she didn’t have one, which was a double standard she was offended by, but all the other guys went through it. It was different every year for the most part, she just knew it often involved nudity. Something that was embarrassing for most in itself. 

"Makes sense," she nodded,"If it makes you feel any better about being tricked, I was going to go back and find you the first time and give you my number but Marcus would’ve given me shit," she looked down at her hips that were currently jutting out before looking back up, shaking her head,"I expected hair, not hips," she laughed. She’d always been skinny, she’d never really been able to do anything about it. She was self conscious about it at first but once she got older and gained her ‘curves’ which weren’t really that significant, she learned to accept it.

"I guess I could," it took everything in her to not start cursing when a Benz swerved into her lane without any kind of signal what so ever,"Do you have any more gifts?" she was trying to make conversation with the boy. She didn’t want to go on a date with him completely blind, no matter how good looking he was. If there wasn’t anything behind the face what was the point?

"Oh, I do," she nodded,"Did you not see my face when you said you had school? I’m just surprised you care, considering most guys don’t most of the time. As long as a girl looks good a guy won’t complain, that is until after he hits it," she obviously was a smart girl, she knew how guys played the game. And after years of living with them she knew how to play it even better.

"I’ve lived with mostly guys my entire life, it’s programmed into me," she joked and shook her head,"Don’t let a pretty face fool you," she rose an eyebrow,"I can guarantee you wont,"

She followed in behind him, letting the door shut once he turned on the light. She made sure to step where he did, not wanting to knock over anything,

"Not for long," she added to his home comment, smirking. She assumed he knew he would be coming back, she just wanted to play with him,"You’re so lucky," she sighed,"Living with only one other person must be like heaven," the only thing about living in a house that was like a constant party was that the word ‘constant’ was the key word. Everyone’s sleeping schedules were different so you could just be going to bed and someone would just then be getting home and want to hang out. It took her awhile to get used to it.

Tristan was going to make a cocky remark, until she mentioned the brother, and decided not to do it anymore. “I’ll try not to let you guys down.” Was all he could muster together that didn’t make him look cocky or inconsiderate. “Special treatment?” He cocked his brows, “Being tied, wrist to wrist, being thrown in the back of a van, and almost messing up my sneakers is special treatment?” He asked, chuckling. “I can’t say I’m all too excited to see what you guys make me do during this training.” It’s not like he wasn’t used to being pushed until he was ready to break, because he had been in dancing schools since was about the age of six. Tristan remembered his parents recording him imitating Jackson’s Moonwalk which was pretty good for a two year old. Dancing just came to the boy naturally. His family just assumed it was because he was a kid, and he had light feet, but his dancing had a special shine to it and they realized that, and that’s when the enrolled him into a dance academy. They just never assumed he would have fallen into another form of dancing. “Oh, please, don’t act like you didn’t already know you would have met my expectations before.”

Liked being the key term there.” Tristan pointed out, “I would still like it, just subtract the second part of that. I’m glad that, that is the last time you would do something like that. I’m not sure I would like to go on that date, if you planned to do me like that again.” He cocked his eyebrows, and cleared his throat. “What? So they ask me to join, and they plan to haze me?” He asked, “I thought you had to haze when somebody wanted to join, not when you ask them.”

"Thank you, that fixed my broken ego. I thought I was a bad dancer, so you had to walk away from me." He spoke sarcastically and jokingly at the same time. Tristan obviously wasn’t being serious, he knew it was almost impossible for him to have a broken ego. People have said things to him, but for some reason, it fed his ego. "I guess I’m not that easy to uncover." He said with a smile, and licked his bottom lips. Tristan had the type of face that, if he didn’t want you to know that he was feeling a type of way, you wouldn’t have been able to tell. He didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve.

"Most of my talents revolve around dancing though, like the fact that I’m double jointed in every single joint of my body, makes things a lot easier for me to do." He pointed out, "Alright, well, I can lowkey sing, I don’t tell most people that. I’m actually a nice person, until I decide that I don’t like you. I’m like a mental calculator." He wasn’t sure what else there was to say, "Oh, and I could do these really weird tongue tricks." He spoke, and made sure it sounded at least a little but seductive. "How about you?" He asked.

"Ofcourse I care." He couldn’t be smart, and have an idiot girlfriend, because than he wouldn’t be able to have intellectual conversations. "That’s different, though. It’s different when a guy is trying to have a relationship and when they are just trying to fuck." The dumber the better it was when a guy was just trying to fuck and duck.

"Whatever you say, princess." Tristan had drag raced so many times before, he knew his way around the entire city and how to get to places faster than most.

He reached under the bed to get one of the luggages and tossed it on top opening the zipper. “I won’t exactly say one person.” Even though both him and his roommate had their fair share of girls in the room his roommate hardly ever went a night without bringing a girl. He opened the top two drawers that were his boxers and undershirts.


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"I was pretty much the bait," she shrugged,"But I did pretty much come up with it. Marcus just had to choose who he wanted and he chose you. But we’d done it before so it wasn’t exactly our first try, which was probably why you were so willing," she smirked,"They knew, coming from a guys point of view, you’d probably want to see my face if you didn’t the first time," she shrugged. It wasn’t exactly rocket science. If a guy thought that there was even the slightest chance of him getting to bust a nut he’d probably go through some things to get to it. And Tristan’s just so happened to be following a girl behind a club, only thing was he wasn’t getting what he had hoped for. At least not now, it depended on how the second date went,

"I wasn’t sure you would have wanted to. You might’ve felt like you were tricked or something," she nodded. It made sense that he might’ve been mad for awhile because she did in fact lead him to getting kidnapped. But she guessed good looks over ruled everything else in the equation. She rose an eyebrow before stopping at another red light,

"So you mean to tell me you were you were even going to ask for my number then?" she nodded, actually a bit surprised at what she was hearing,"How’d you even know it was me the second time?" She had a feeling it had something to do with her hair. People were always commenting on it or touching it. She wasn’t sure why, people just seemed to like to play with it,

"Then you must be pretty good at reading people," she admitted. She did know she was attractive and she did just want to hear him say it. Was there anything wrong with that? If anything they’d both boosted each others egos. When they were still back at the loft she saw the look on his face when she called him hot. She’d never been around someone who was as found of them self as she was. She had a feeling she might’ve met her match. She could tell by the way he talked, dressed, walked, even sat. It was just the feeling he gave off,

"No reason," she teased. She rolled her eyes playfully when he said he liked girls with an education,

"I’m sure," she said, watching him climb out of the van,"Well see, next time I’ll bring my Aventador. We can test it on the streets," she smiled back mockingly. She followed him to his dorm, thanking god she didn’t have to stay in one because she didn’t think she’d be able to handle living with a room mate. Having her own room in a house full of people was bad enough, if there was absolutely no privacy she’d lose it.

“Ah, that makes sense.” He practically knew it. Tristan just didn’t say it, but once he saw her face once they got back to the house, he couldn’t exactly blame them for choosing her as bait. She was pretty damn good bait. “I feel honored.” He said jokingly, he had seen the boy at the club before and he looked competitive, besides he came to the conclusion that he had owned the club which meant he obviously knew good dancing when he saw it. “I still want to know what you did to that guy that didn’t work out.” He listened to her, and nodded his head. “I would want to see your face, I would be highly upset if you weren’t as attractive as I expected you to be especially since we danced twice.” She exceeded his expectations, but he decided not to say that. He looked out of the window before looking back at her.

"Well, I obviously was tricked." He felt like an idiot for actually following her out of the club, especially when his guy was telling him to turn his ass right back around. He figured that’s why people always told him boys were as stupid as a turkey.

"I figured that if I got your number, I could talk to you again, ask you out under different circumstances, and see your face." Tristan shrugged his shoulders. "Your hips gave it away." He told her, "Yours bulge out, and when you dance they kind of feel sharp." It was practically that, that gave most of it away. "Your hair also. Not many girls have hair that long." Her hair was pretty long, long enough to hide her whole face from him.

"You can say it’s a gift." She wasn’t the first person to tell him that, he could easily figure out who people were just by looking at them. If they stood with their chin held up, they were mostly likely confident in themselves. If they slouched their back, and walked with their heads facing the ground, they most likely had low self esteem. Tristan could tell the girl was confident in herself just by the posture she sat in, and the way she spoke back to him when he asked her to take his phone out of his pocket.

He looked at her, and shook his head. “You can’t tell me you don’t either. I know a girl like you isn’t going to go for some uneducated idiot.” Tristan said bluntly. He figured that out back when he was in high school, and for some reason he always managed to steal girls from guys who weren’t smart. They liked somebody who could take care of them, not somebody that they had to take care of.

"So you like nice cars too?" He asked before he had shut the door, "I can guarantee you that I will win."

Tristan watched her pull up to the parking lot, before swiping his Student ID so that the doors opened and held it open for her before walking towards his dorm and pushing the door open. He turned on the light, of course he was right, his roommate had been sleeping in some girls room. “Welcome to my home.” He didn’t exactly like the idea of sharing a room because he was used to each of his siblings having their own room, but he didn’t want to live with his parents, so the dorm life it was. Tristan kicked the door shut with his foot once she walked in.


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"They just wanted to make sure you didn’t try anything. I think Marcus would’ve had a fit if you said no, as much as he would want to deny it. And Donovan just does what Marcus says because he’s like a big brother to him," she shrugged,"Would you?" she asked, surprised and not at the same time. She half smirked at him when she felt him look her way, not wanting to take her eyes off the road,"No, I still would’ve said yes. I actually would’ve preferred you asking me one on one away from them but it’s cool either way," only reason she said that was because she knew now that Marcus was going to be in her and Tristan’s business now. Not that there really was much privacy in the house anyway. There was enough space for everyone to have their own room and wing of the house but everyone insisted on being nosey. She wondered how long it would take the boy next to her to get used to it.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" she raised an eyebrow, halfway turning her head to look at him.

She shook her head at his response, hoping for his sake he really was as good as he was making it out to be. She knew the crew couldn’t afford to fuck around and even if he wasn’t as good as they expected they’d still keep him around because of what they had already seen him do,

"I’m actually not at the club as much as the others. I’m either studying for school or rehearsing my own dances, unless its around this time then of course I’m with the crew practicing for championship. And I guess I will," she nodded when he said he wanted to get his car first, pulling into the parking lot and waiting for him to point on which car was his before she pulled over to it, "Meet you at your dorm?"

Tristan nodded his head, if he had kidnapped somebody, he would have understood where they were coming from, but since he never kidnapped somebody, he didn’t. “And what part did you play in my kidnapping?” He asked, he figured she was just the mouse trap. Then again she could have been the whole brains behind the idea, so he decided to not say anything and just wait for her response.

"You think I wouldn’t have?" He asked, Tristan wasn’t really the type to hold back. The only thing that would have held him back from asking her out was just because he never had the chance to actually look at her face. "I would have preferred that too, but you know the first time we danced you decided to walk away before I could get your number." The male pointed out.

"Nothing, I just had the feeling you knew you were attractive, and liked being told that you were." He wasn’t complaining, he always liked girls with confidence. Even cocky at times. He thought about when Marcus told him not to get cocky, and then he realized he actually was sort of cocky, but he couldn’t help it. He was just like his father. They both knew what they had, and they had to flaunt it. His mother was more down to earth, she never let the money get to her head. Which was why Tristan was normally friendly when he first met somebody until he ultimately whether he liked them or disliked them.

"Why are you shaking your head?" The male asked arching both of his brows simultaneously.

He nodded his head. “I always liked a girl with education.” He said with a smirk, before pointing out his blue Gallardo which looked black since it was so dark outside. “If you can keep up to me. What can you do? Blow forty horses, maybe a fifty?” He asked with a smile before opening the door to the van, and shut it behind him. Tristan pulled out his keys from his pocket, and opened the door before climbing into it. Starting the engine, he slipped out of the parking lot. He knew his roommate would be in another girls room so at least they wouldn’t be disturbing him. The school wasn’t too far from the club, so with his short cuts, and turning through gas stations he had been by the East wing in ten minutes. Parking his car, he locked the doors and stood by the front door to wait for her since she would need a key to unlock the main entrance.


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"Damn, man. Sorry that sucks," Marcus said sympathetically,"But we’ll work with your schedule, since theres a few other members in school too," he nodded. Most of the members had known each other for years but some, like Tristan, were new additions to the family. But whether you were one of the originals or the newest member they tried to make everyone feel at home. Marcus would’ve never flipped over something so small because he knew although dancing was a lifestyle it wasn’t the best at making income. Not everyone was fortunate enough to be born into money.  

"Oh, if you want me to I can go get them if you don’t think I’m capable of helping?" she tested, turning on her heel,"Marcus probably just assumed you’d want some alone time to talk about our date," she teased, still pretending that she was going to go back inside and get the two guys,

"It is," she nodded, grinning. She stopped at the red light she had approached, leaning her head against the seat and bitting her lip. She sucked in her cheek when he started talking about the boy that had passed on. She still wasn’t particularly ready to talk about it so she ignored his comment, nodding when he said he was ready to come back to street dance,

"I’m sure street dance misses you too. I bet Chase is missing out. I can’t wait to see you actually dance and not just feel you," she joked and pulled off again, turning down the street that the club was on,"Do you wanna get your car or stuff first?"

Tristan nodded his head, and shrugged his shoulders. “I only have class until Thursday and that’s only three hours each day.” He wasn’t busy anymore since he was already on his second year, he was about to get his bachelors and he managed to stack up all of his classes through out his freshmen year and the first semester of this year. Leaving him practically free to do what he wanted.

He shook his head, letting out a slight chuckle. “No, I’m just saying they had their eyes on me like they were vultures.” Actually, they all did, he just felt more intimidated by the two boys than he did by her. He rolled his eyes at her teasing him, as he looked out the window. “Just so you know, I still would have asked you on that date.” Tristan said looking over at her. It was true, he would have, it’s just he didn’t have much of a choice to pick from. He had money, so it’s not like he even needed to ask for that. Besides, if he asked her to go with him in return for him joining their crew, she had a choice to make. “Would you have said no if it wasn’t for the team?”

"Figured." Was all he said before he pulled out his phone to check his messages. Tristan yawned as he typed. He was used to always being the one in the drivers seat, so him being in the passengers seat, and with the smooth road, he couldn’t help but feel tired. It reminded him of when he was younger, and he would always fall asleep whenever he was in the car. Even if he was getting ready to go to a baseball game.

"I’m sure he is." Tristan knew his face would be priceless when he saw him. He’d just assume that he was even more fake and unloyal to his old crew. The male laughed, "I’m surprised you haven’t seen me get into a one on one with somebody else at the club. I guess you’ll see my real dancing soon enough anyways." He thought about it for a second, "My car. I’m not risking some asshole hitting it again."


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"You danced with them?" Marcus grinned,"Thats even better, dude. Why’d you get the boot? Flirting with the leaders girlfriend or something?" He laughed,"You think the only reason they were getting to the championships was because of you?" Now he wasn’t sure if the boy was being cocky on purpose or not. Maybe he really was that good or maybe this was all for show, either way they would be finding out soon at his orientation. 

She laughed to herself at the smirk he’d formed, the way he rubbed the back of his neck making her wonder why their dance had to be cut short. She’d have time to make up for it, though. She’d gotten used to the two boys teasing her since she was closest to them in the house, even though she was close with everyone. 

They all watched him check his phone, making sure he didn’t do anything that would indicate he was about to make a run for it,

"Nice to meet you too, man," Donovan nodded his head,"Sorry we had to meet like this," he laughed,"It’ll be funny soon, to us at least. Hell, it’s funny now," 

"Brielle will take you," Marcus nodded at the girl. She sighed and stood, holding her hand out for the keys to his van that he normally never drove because why would he drive it when he had a selection of nice cars? But it was his brother’s and he insisted on driving it every now and then,

"Were holding you to that, Tristan. And if we have to send someone after you it’s not going to be a hot girl again," Marcus yelled at the two as Brielle lead him out the front door, shutting it behind them. She let out a breath of air,

"Finally. They never shut up," she sighed, climbing into the drivers seat. She shoved the key into the ignition, feeling the vehicle start up. She peeled out of the parking space, turning onto the street,

"So, what really made you say yes?" the girl asked, checking her mirrors. 

Tristan nodded his head. “Since I was thirteen.” He laughed slightly at his comment, “No, because I decided I was going to college, that I didn’t wanna stay in the streets. I auditioned for the pre dance team at my school, and Chase found out, and he got upset.” He spoke shrugging his shoulders. “I mean, obviously. They haven’t gone farther than the third round since Chase dropped me. If I wasn’t their ticket, then I don’t think they would need to take three years for a upgrade.”

He felt uncomfortable for a second when he felt them all staring at him as he looked at his phone. Tristan knew why they were staring at him, and he was used to people staring at him because he was a street dancer, but the way they all purged their eyes on him just bothered him.

Tristan looked at the boy who was next to him, he couldn’t help but laugh at himself. He was freaking out in the car, but really all they wanted was for him to dance with them at the championships. Chase always tried to put him down just because he was born into wealth, but then he would kiss his ass because he needed his hyper mobility to buy their ticket into championships. If they had told him from the start who they were going against, then he wouldn’t have had such a fit, he’d agree in a heart beat. Mostly because he wanted to show Chase that he was somebody with or without him. Hell, random people wanted to recruit him.

Tristan looked at the boy before he walked out. He just hoped that meant they’d send a boy, and not an unattractive girl. He hoped that their girls had been as attractive as the girl leading him out of the door. “I thought they were going to walk me to my dorm to get my stuff.” He spoke referring to the fact that they hadn’t trusted him when he looked at his phone. The male climbed into the passengers seat of the vehicle. It felt much better to be sitting in there not feeling like a prisoner.

"Is you being attractive not a reason?" He asked jokingly before shrugging his shoulders. "I don’t know, I guess because of what he told me up there." Tristan said not wanting to be direct about their old member dying. "And a little part of me misses dancing in the streets, but now it’s mostly because I just want to show Chase who’s better."