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The auditorium was empty, at least currently, save for one boy on the stage. He was tall, six-feet to be exact, and he was wearing not exactly his favorite outfit. Black leggings that covered his flat shoes and that went up high enough to lace over his shoulders. Unitard. OF course, he saved himself by throwing on a plain white T-Shirt over it that fell over it….”areas”. It was easy to move, but he was going to save himself some dignity.

His hair was cut into specific layers, and fell into his eyes, but was currently pushed up in a complete mess, held in place by sweat, and his hands constantly shoving his hair out of his face. He settled onto the edge of the stage, his feet dangling over the side as he yanked the cap off of his water bottle. And of course, plastic popped open while he was currently yanking a cupcake out of the container. He took a chomp out of the top first---the frosting was always the best part. He sighed, and looked up at the auditorium. It was quiet. Too quiet for his liking.
He hummed while he ate, he wasn’t exactly…TOO sure what he was humming, whether he had heard it before, or whether he was making it up. With a loud thud, he fell back against the stage, one arm spread out to the side, and the other…happily putting the cupcake into his big mouth.


Notes: Oh got that was short. FORGIVE ME

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory loved walking around campus, which was her empire. She loved watching the peasants and slaves scurry around at her feet waiting for her to bark an order. She loved the 'teachers' who just watched her get away with things that is not tolerated if any other student were to do it. As Mallory walked the halls of her castle, she was bombarded by a trooper of trolls, which were fat ugly freshman tweens. "Hey Bitch. Get the Fuck out the way." One barked as the other giggled and smirked. Mallory being the kind caring Head.Bitch.In.Charge(HBIC), just smiled and proceeded to walk through the grease haired maggots. "Hey!" The same one grunted as she pushed Mallory backwards.

Mallory's face grew hot with anger and frustration. She was attempting to be kind, but these trolls didn't know their places. "First off. BACK THE FUCK UP!" As the words escaped her lips, two of the trolls turned heel and ran to their hidey-holes. "Secondly, if you EVER touch me again I will bitch slap you so fucking hard that you will start your period early." Two more of the trolls ran for the bathroom, leaving only two more. "Lastly, if you don't get the fuck out of my way. SO help me, I will make your life HELL! Kay?Thanks!" The leader and lackie troll both took big gulps of air. "S...s...sorry, Mallory." The two trolls both fled the scene, both had tears welling up in their eyes.

With a boost of pride and happiness, Mallory decided to sneak into the Auditorium to catch up on her readings, which consisted of many magazines. As she opened one of the double doors, she noticed a lone male on stage laying and eating....a cupcake? or muffin?
"Hey. Boy! What are you doing in here with food? Why aren't you sharing any with me? Do you hate me?" Mallory sent a bombardment of questions as she stomped her way to the stage. As she got closer she noticed his apparel, tights and a large t-shirt. So he was a ballerina? Great! He is HOT, yet gay, just Mallory's luck. "Are you gay? Is that why you do Ballet?" Mallory's mouth just exploded before she could stop herself.

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Adam sighed happily, licking off the last bit of frosting, then beginning to peel off the wrapper, and take a bite out of the soft, sponger yellow cupcake. Although, he nearly choked on it when a sudden voice almost barked at him. Adam sat up sharply, and stared at Mallory like she had two heads, his mouth slightly open, nearly dropping the cake out of his lips. He normally chewed with his mouth shut, but this storm of a girl frightened him, at least for a second.

He shut his mouth, and stared at her openly with bright green eyes, and swallowed down his mouthful. “Well,” He stated, putting the rest of his cupcake in his lap, and grabbing his water bottle to sip on it to clear his throat. His voice was rather calming, and a bit deep. But it didn’t rumble in his chest, and it had a lilt to it, that sounded like he was smiling constantly when he spoke. Which in this case, he was offering the pretty(but frightening) girl a crooked smile, one corner of his mouth opened. He put the bottle down, and opened up the tray of cupcakes. Blue and green frosting, some cakes a deep, rich brown, others a happy, bright yellow. “Pick your poison. Vanilla is the best, I think. The chocolate is a bit dry.” He advised.

Then the next comment, he almost laughed. He stared at her, then he really did burst out laughing. A large grin taking over his face, revealing the one dimple in his cheek, his green eyes sparkling, “No, I’m not gay, I assure you. Not my thing, no offense if you are.” His smile faded a bit, something told his instincts not to piss off this particular bear. “I do ballet because I like it. Same reason I draw. Because I like it.” He gestured the tray to her, “Go on, take a cupcake. They aren’t really poisoned, I promise. And I don’t bite, so you are safe.”

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory made it to the edge of the stage and close enough for her to fully see the boy's features. Layered brown hair matted with sweat. Toned muscles that were bulging for exertion. Deep emerald eyes the were wide with fear?...panic?

“Well,” Mallory watched the boy's movements. Odd how enthralled she was with this ballerina. “Pick your poison. Vanilla is the best, I think. The chocolate is a bit dry.”

Mallory raised a brow at the hint of an accent, which sent little tings down her spine. She would enjoy just talking with him, but she would never settle with talking if they were alone. Mallory smiled sweetly as she contemplated which flavor to get.

Her thoughts were thrown a muck when he laughed. She couldn't help but smile, but she knew that he might of been offended. So she knew that she had to apologize, if she wanted a shot at anything with this dream boat.

“No, I’m not gay, I assure you. Not my thing, no offense if you are.”
Mallory noticed how his smiled faded when he made the joke at her. Was she that intimidating? Pffft. Was that even a real question.

“I do ballet because I like it. Same reason I draw. Because I like it. Go on, take a cupcake. They aren’t really poisoned, I promise. And I don’t bite, so you are safe.”

"Look! Sorry for being all that." She gestured to the area behind her, suggesting the past. "Just I have been having a pretty BLAH day, Ya know? But it is quickly going back up hill." She finished with a sly wink as she grabbed for a vanilla cupcake. "So you are very artistic? That's Hot! But Hey! if you like to bite, I wouldn't stop you." Mallory said before licked the sweet frosting from the top of the cupcake. "Ya know. I never caught your name or what grade you were in." Mallory said as her eyes caught his.

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Once she had pulled out a vanilla cupcake, he set the tray aside.
“A BLAH day are the worst.” He picked up his cupcake, taking another chomp out of it. He pushed his water bottle and the tray to one side, and patted the side of the stage, offering her to sit on the stage next to him.

“ I was uh, joking,” Swallowed the cupcake, “About the whole biting thing. I don’t think people would taste very good, to be completely honest.” He murmured, contemplating the cake in his hand, taking a dainty nibble. There was no way he could chomp into the whole cupcake with someone talking to him. And girls seemed to have an issue with guys talking with a full mouth. Girls. Bah.

“Oh, I’m Adam, and I’m a junior here. So that makes me 17. And you?” He asked, and while awaiting the girl’s answer, he shoveled the rest of the cake into his mouth, and began to chew rapidly, blinking large green eyes at Mallory.

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory nodded as the ballerina boy agreed with her about BLAH days being the worst. She took the paper thin holder from around the cupcake and took a small bite. She looked prim and proper next to this boy, who was just taking large bites out of the soft, spongy cupcakes. Mallory laugh as she watched him take another bite, before making room next to him.

With a slight smile Mallory handed him her cupcake and jumped next to him. She ended up shoulder to shoulder with him, which was fine by her, but he would probably freak. Mallory scooted a good six inches out of his personal bubble. As he spoke about joking about biting, Mallory just laughed. Not a fake practiced laugh, but a real genuine laugh. "Well, I don't know. Depends on who you decide to bite." Mallory said with a wink, before grabbing her cupcake back from him.

They both took a bite from their cupcakes, Mallory took a large obnoxious bite, while he took a small nibble from his. Great! Mallory groaned in her head as the bread of the cupcake made her mouth go dry and awkward to swallow. Mallory's mouth started to feel gross as the cake got mushy and would stay there without a drink. In a panicked fluster, Mallory uncapped the boy's water and chased the now mushy cupcake down her throat.

Blushing slightly, Mallory capped the water and placed it between them as he began to speak. "Adam." She tested his name on her tongue, and she loved how it sounded as it escaped her lips. "I am Mallory and I am a senior and Head Bitch In Charge. You really haven't heard about me before? I figured everyone had heard SOMETHING about me." She said with an unenthusiastic tone. "So Adam." She paused as he finished off his cupcake. "Your eyes are FUCKING gorgeous!" The word filter broke when he stared at her.

Mallory had to reevaluated her situation with this dancer. with Adam, who was cute and sweet, but innocent. She couldn't be Mallory, she had to retrace new lines when she was with him. She needed an escape from everything, and Adam was her new escape, whether he liked it or not. He was stuck with her until she was done with him.

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Before Mallory hopped up, he quickly passed his hand over the spot where she would sit, to make sure no dust, crumbs or other specimens would get on her. He then shifted, to dust his hands on the sides of his tights, and gave a blank blink when she just oh-so-casually put the cupcake in his hand, and plucked it out again. “Ha…haha…ha..” Adam’s brows furrowed, and he offered a nervous grin. He never…really knew how to respond to flirting. Especially this girl that seemed to radiate…well. She seemed to radiate something that just shouted FEAR ME.

With his teeth still scraping at the cake, he watched and snorted into the yellow sweet when she took a huge bite and seemed to choke on it for a second. “Yeah, of course. Have some water.” He pressed his lips together, the shadow of a dimple flashing in his cheek. He finished off the cupcake while she rambled on about being a head something or other. Damn that cupcake was good. Head of Yearbook, was it?

“Uhm, I may have heard something.” He said politely, he never bought yearbooks. They’d just be humiliating for his future children to come across. He would sign his with ‘H.A.G.S. –Adam Strone’. “I’m usually studying or dancing, or in the art room. So I don’t really socialize much, trying to change that this year. I don’t wanna go into senior year as that weird kid, that everyone thinks is gay, just because he likes to dance. And thank you,” He tacked onto the end of his ramble, his head giving a little bow as she complimented his eyes. He seemed to take it all in stride, opening up his water bottle again, and taking another glug of water.

“So, what are your hobbies? Like, outside of school?” He offered. Yearbook was fine and dandy, but the dancer would quickly zone out if she started to yammer on about the humiliation inducing book.

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory's eyes went to slits when she realized that he was barely paying mind to her. She looked unfreaking believably sexy today, aside from the fact that her hair had frizzed only SLIGHTLY. Her skin was perfectly smooth everywhere, her teeth were pearly white, her breath smelled sweet from eating the cupcake, and she was TRYING to flirt. Yet, this Adam barely even paid mind to her.

Her face grew flush with frustration and angst, and her temper was on a short fuse today. “Uhm, I may have heard something." He spoke the words like any gentleman would, so that she would feel flattered, but Mallory wasn't stupid.
“I’m usually studying or dancing, or in the art room. So I don’t really socialize much, trying to change that this year. I don’t wanna go into senior year as that weird kid, that everyone thinks is gay, just because he likes to dance. And thank you." Well now that was surprising and oddly PREFECT. Funny how a few short words can change someones attitude completely.
"Well, Adam. I think I can help you on the socializing part. She me being popluar and loved by many and all of the school, I can slide you to any crowd you want to be with. About the gay thing, I believe you are far more toned and stronger than half of the football players." She said with a sly wink and sweet smile. "Oh and if you do actually hear anything about me, please be sure to inform me of who said it. Kay?Thanks!" Mallory finished with another smile, but this on hinted something evil.
“So, what are your hobbies? Like, outside of school?”
Mallory took a moment to close her eyes and remember a hobby that she enjoyed that didn't involve ruining lives, spending money, or a little of both. "Ummm. Promise not to Tell! I am pretty good at cooking. Margie my housekeeper taught me many dishes. I even have a book of recipes that I have added my personal FLARE to." Mallory sounded excited as she opened up about a secret that only her, Margie, and Dorothy shared. "That's all I really do besides, you know, shop and such. But what do you do, besides draw and dance?"

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Adam’s brows shot up into his hairline when he noticed the look that Mallory was giving him. His hair stood on the back of his neck, and just blinked back at her. Until she seemed to relax, and then he was Adam’s turn to look slightly annoyed. Report back to her? Like he was some servant pet? He had a mixed reaction of emotion.

Smile and thank her for the compliment, or completely shut her down for her request. Instead, he chose to remain silent, and reached for his tray of cupcakes, “I don’t think so, most football player are bulky. The point is to be as light as possible in ballet.” He put the tray in the middle of them, mostly to make sure she kept the small bit of space she had given him, and secondly to offer her another one.

“Well, if you ever need a taste tester, let me know. I’d be happy to, unless you’re thinking about poisoning me. Or making me too fat to dance, for that matter.” He eyed his box of cupcakes. He wanted another one. They were so good, but he really shouldn’t. He sighed, and blinked back up at her. “I don’t really have much time for anything else. Between dancing, drawing, and studying, all my time gets eaten up.” The last few words were strained as he tucked his hands behind his head, and eased himself backwards again to lay on the stage, glancing at Mallory curiously. “So why are you in here anyway? You don’t seem like the drama-geek sort.”

[MALLORY TORRES]

By the look on his face she said something that he did not appreciate, but what was it? He could of been turned off by her egotistical viewpoint of her social status at the school or the assumption that he was not popular. Either way, Why would he be upset about her asking for help, giving him a compliment, then asking for his assistance in return? May be she was just over thinking things. Maybe his stomach is upset by the sheer amount of sugar in the cupcake.

She felt bad until he finally spoke again, “I don’t think so, most football player are bulky. The point is to be as light as possible in ballet.” Mallory couldn't help but smile. He doesn't take compliments very well or he just didn't want to be compared to football players. "Well, true. But you still have muscle right?" As she spoke he put the tray between them signaling he didn't want her closer and that she should take another. So taking a hint she scooted a few more inches away, she wanted him to be some what comfortable with her.

“Well, if you ever need a taste tester, let me know. I’d be happy to, unless you’re thinking about poisoning me. Or making me too fat to dance, for that matter.”

Mallory laughed at his attempt at a joke, which really tickled Mallory.
"No. I won't poison you, since you didn't feed me a poisoned cupcake. Nor will I make you too fat to dance, since you are so dedicated to it. I like you....I mean,....your dedication." Mallory blushed as she turned her face to her lap and her hair hid her face until she felt the heat disperse. She slowly looked up to meet his gaze.

“I don’t really have much time for anything else. Between dancing, drawing, and studying, all my time gets eaten up.”

Mallory nodded in agreement seeing how she was so busy with well, life. "Yeah. But you need to start making time for potential friends. Hint Hint." Mallory gave him a slight push with her hand. She hadn't realized his effort to lay on his back, but atleast he was getting comfortable. Or was he trying to her farther from her? But before she could think too far into it he spoke.

“So why are you in here anyway? You don’t seem like the drama-geek sort.”

Mallory fidgeted with her fingers as she tried to come up with something besides telling him that she wanted a quiet place to read her magazines. But her mind came up blank so she just said, "Well, I needed an escape. And the Auditorium is always a good place. I just can't focus when I am stressed or worried and I come here to check up on reading my periodicals, well magazines. I guess when you relieve stress with dancing, I do it with a good gossip magazine." Her confession relieved her of the pressure to continue a lie."Looks can be VERY deceiving, Mr Adam. Seeing you out of tights, I wouldn't have EVER guessed that you were a dancer who loved cupcakes." She finished with a wicked smile.

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As Emily Shay darted around her peers, wishing they at least had the decency to avert their eyes if she met their stares, her mind was on finding on a more convenient place to practice dancing. This meant that she would have to venture out in her ballet garb, which was a terribly awkward thing to do. Had she owned a pair of sweat pants she was sure no one would be paying her any mind. But as her legs, which were exposed save the white nylon tights she wore. The black leotard covered all necessary areas, and her gray wool half cropped sweater hugged her torso attractively. She wore a pair of black flats, her creamy white satin pointe shoes hung precariously on her finger. As it often was when Emily practiced, her cornsilk blond hair was weaved in braids and pinned to her head.

Emily was shooed and scolded away from an empty class room, which had been cluttered with obtrusive desks anyway, and she was snickered out of the library by nosy and immature students. The final straw was when she was cat called, followed by a stream of cruel laughter, and she stormed off positively annoyed.

Typical.

Barbarians.

Even now how they gawked at her.... So shamelessly! Still Emily kept her chin up proudly. After all, she had nothing to be ashamed of. Not like these cretins. She walked daintily around, utterly frustrated. The courtyard would be busy, and the cafeteria could get food on her slippers. Why, with all this drama, she should have just walked to the studio. Drama? Drama! Perhaps... the auditorium? Yes, that was fairly empty this time of day. The drama crew would be gone by now.

A new found pep in her step, a sudden hope. Yes, the auditorium was the best case scenario. Nearly running now, her tatty back pack bounced on her back, her hair falling out of its severe pins slightly. Why on earth had she not thought of this before? Oh, what a fool she was at times! How many plays had she seen? How many assemblies had she attended? But as she opened the door, her heart sank.

Ugh. Mouth Breathers.

Still she was here, and there were far fewer people here than in the library. And so she stepped with a light dignity. As she got closer, she recognized the girl. Oh no. Not her. Not the Princess from the flower shop. Emily sighed a little, but approached none the less. But when she got in front of them, she did not know what to say. She did note the boy was also a dancer. It was always easy to see a dancer, when you yourself were one as well. Instead of speaking she gave a sharp nod and continued her march to the stage with out word.

No, socializing was not why she was here. Removing her flats, Emily began to lace up her ballet slippers quietly.



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“Muscle, yeah, of course.” He was still laying back on the stage, but he curled his arms, in an attempt to flex at Mallory. Probably failing miserably. He let his arms thud back on the stage, and listened to her, only grinning when she stumbled over her words. Well that was cute, he didn’t think her to be the shy sort.

“Well, I want to really be able to go to a University for dance. If I can’t make it in shows, I want to open my own dance studio.” He responded, only smiling distantly when she hinted that she wanted to be friends. He cringed dramatically when she pushed at him, “Attack! Attack! Help!” He shouted, his voice booming around the auditorium, only to settle down to ask his question, and await her response.

“Gossip magazines,” He wrinkled his nose. “What a girl. And if I don’t look like a dancer, then what do I look…like…” He trailed off when he heard the doors open and Emily walked in. A dancer. He didn’t need to see her leggings, or those shoes on her finger. Just by the way she walked and held her head, he knew. Dancers kept their chins up, and had an otherworldly grace, almost like they were dancing while they walked. Soft and light, not clunky like most of the population.

He sat further and further up until he was sitting straight up, watching her with round eyes, temporarily forgetting Mallory was sitting next to him. He nodded back, softer, still dazed. He hadn’t come across another ballet student at this school yet, and was somehow awestruck by Emily. He glanced over his shoulder when she moved onto the stage they were sitting on the edge of. He watched her lace the slippers up, and a tension eased out of his shoulders.

He blinked at Mallory, as though coming out of a dream. Simply seeing Emily get ready to dance, made his muscles ache and crave the strain of balancing, and stretching his limbs to their limits. His hand ran through his hair, and he let out a puff of air, looking positively frazzled. “I’m sorry Mallory, did you say something?” He asked sheepishly.

[MALLORY TORRES]

“Muscle, yeah, of course.”

Mallory giggled at his attempt of flexing, which was him showing off?...OR maybe, Mallory was thinking too much into these things. Like sure, she fucking gorgeous and all, but he didn't seem like the one to go for girls like Mallory. But he did smile at her, when her mouth went crazy and tongue tied. Ugh. Mallory hated guys who were harder to read than newspapers.

“Well, I want to really be able to go to a University for dance. If I can’t make it in shows, I want to open my own dance studio.”

Mallory smiled. She always loved a man with a mission, even if it wasn't his mission to get in her pants.

“Attack! Attack! Help!”

Mallory cringed away. "S..Sorry?" She quickly scooted another inch away from him. This boy was making her life difficult.

“Gossip magazines, what a girl. And if I don’t look like a dancer, then what do I look…like…”

Mallory noticed his voice trail, so she found what his eyes had seen. Ohhhh Myyy Goddd! It was the Bitch from the flower shop. She was fucking stalking Mallory and know she was the cause of the guy she was working her magic on to lose interest. Oh hell to the fucking NO. Mallory gave Emily the death stare as she made her way around and then up on stage.

“I’m sorry Mallory, did you say something?”

Mallory's face must of been the brightest shade of red because her face was on fire at this point. Did he really just...oh no. Mallory shot to her feet and turned to face Emily. "Hey BITCH! Are you fucking trying to ruin my life? First the flower shop, now here!? Are you kidding me. GET A FUCKING LIFE! Do you NOT see that we are in here!? Are you blind? Are you stupid? Would you like me to KICK YOUR ASS?" Mallory stopped only to take a breath. "And What the Fuck, Adam! You know it is Rude as HELL to just ignore someone, especially ME! Who the fuck gave you the right? That's right, because NO ONE in their right mind would want to ignore me." Mallory felt her venom in every syllable she spoke. But the way the Adam looked caused a weird surge of emotion....or maybe it was her time of the month. Either way, Mallory did something Verry Very unexpected.

Mallory knelt on the ground, swung her leg over Adam so that she was sitting on his stomach, then she kissed him. Not the passionate, heated kiss, but the kind you see in movie when on character is in a rage and the other is just there. Mallory forced his mouth open, but she didn't use tongue. She just wanted some reaction, so she braced herself for a good shove.

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Of course this girl was going to talk to her, in that imperious bitchy tone that made Emily want to punch a puppy. Stalking her? This girl could not be serious. "Oh yes! You got me. That's exactly what I'm doing. Stalking you."

[/b] Emily refused to allow Mallory to get too much of a rise out of her again, even if Emily wasn't working at the moment. So Emily spoke in a soft and mono-toned, with a slight undertone of impatience, voice. Most of Emily's focus remained on her slippers. "I got a job at the flower shop simply so I could hear your voice, but it wasn't enough. I had to see you again." Emily spared Mallory a glance, rolling her eyes annoyed.

Standing up, Emily raised herself en pointe testingly, a small frown crossing her face. The slipper was slightly loose, and Emily leaned down to tighten it. Mallory threatened Emily, and in turn received a disbelieving stare. No, there was no way the Princess would break a nail. And even if she did, Emily knew how to defend herself. Like any dancer, Emily was strong and nimble. "Please...."[/color] Emily scoffed, her round blue eyes fell upon Mallory's fellow, and she gave him a slight appraising look. Handsome, probably dancing for at least six years. Probably best at a Grand jeté by, judging by his calves. But before Mallory could threaten to kick Emily's ass over some boy, she looked to her own legs demurely.

Her slipper tightened she sat back down and stretched her legs out, her palms resting on the bottom of her feet. With every fiber of her being she tried to ignore Mallory screech like a harpy at her boytoy; but when Emily heard the strange noise associated with kissing her eyes went up to them out of instinct. Instantly, Emily averted her eyes, making a noise of distaste. PDA, bah. Folding her body like a piece of paper, Emily's torso laid on her legs and her hands reaching outwards.

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“Woah, woah, Mallory, it’s an auditorium. This is the best spot to practice, calm down.” Adam said quietly, glancing back as Emily commented, and he sighed. There was nothing like a girl-fight. As where most guys thought they were hot, for whatever reason, they frightened Adam. They frightened him a lot. He didn’t doubt Mallory’s ability to kick this other girl’s rear end. The blonde girl may be quick, but dancers were dainty, at least the girl dancers were. Their job was to be light as air, graceful, and dainty. They went through a lot of pain, but if man-handled, looked as though they could break easily. And the absolute last thing Adam wanted was for Mallory to break the dancer.

And then, shit. Mallory turned her anger onto Adam. He cringed at first, but then started to become irritated. He was self-proclaimed ‘Happy as a clam’, and now Mallory was taking all of this away, by yelling at him. He kept opening and closing his mouth, like a fish out of water, trying to interject between the girl’s furious yelling.

And next thing he knew, she was sitting on him. He stiffened when her lips pressed against his, and he just stared at her. Every muscle in his body screamed to shove her off. But he wasn’t a typical boy, he was always happy, always polite, even to mean girls. His large hands gently grasped Mallory’s shoulders, and pulled her back enough to separate her from his mouth. “I’m going to ask you nicely first, Mallory. Don’t do that again. Second,” His tone was low, and careful, trying to be soft, but there was a definite tone of anger and irritation seething underneath, “This Auditorium after Drama Club, is open to anyone who wants to come in. The predominate users of the stage are stage-related activities. Magazine reading isn’t one of those, so if you start to cause drama with anyone else, you will be asked to move.” He lowered his hands to Mallory’s waist, and his muscle was suddenly very apparent.

He was use to lifting light, petite dancers, but lifting Mallory was no problem. He plucked her off of his lap, while pushing off the stage at the same time, so they both landed on their feet, she, a bit more lightly as he lowered her himself. “Now.” He sighed, when standing, he looked completely different. There seemed to be a rod in his back that kept him perfectly straight, his shoulders squared, “If you play nicely, you can stay.” Adam really hated being forceful, and really hated using that tone in his voice, but Mallory was like a rabid dog. He turned his back to look at the other girl.

He watched her bend, and took a careful breath. “I’m sorry about that. If you need anything, stage left, through the double door there’s a mini-fridge with water, Gatorade, and a few fruits. I stock it before I practice, you can help yourself.” He offered to her as an apology. There was no way he was going to be able to introduce himself, or get her name, with the storm of Mallory breathing down his neck. He glanced over his shoulder at Mallory. “Are you going to cool down?”

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