Sloane and Saint have been a challenge. Like a real deal, hair pulling, knuckle-biting, pencil chewing challenge, but we are nearing “The End.”












































 Synopsis

He was her remedy. She was his rhythm. Together they danced the. pain away, until there was only love.

Meet Saint




Meet Sloane

Saint rapidly blinked his burning eyes as the sweat from his brow rained down his face. For the better part of three hours he'd been tirelessly rehearsing for the summer showcase. Though he'd graduated, he decided to volunteer to partner with a rising senior whose partner dropped out at the last minute. Kitty reminded him a lot of himself, ambition, focused and willing to go the distance in order to secure her future.

Grabbing the towel from ballet barre, he ran it down the length of his face before draping it around his neck. His chest cavity rose and fell rapidly, mirroring the labored breathing he'd done since stopping his routine. Downing the ice-cold contents of his water bottle, he replenished all that his sweat took from his dehydrated vessel. As he sighed, his body fell to the floor and his arms stretched wide. Forgetting all post dance stretches, he laid out on the floor and closed his eyes until both his breathing and heart rate had begun to returned to normal pace.

Kitty laid out next to him, her wet towel covering her face. She was thrilled Saint had agreed to step in to help her. She'd already had a horrible semester after her other partner bailed and she sprang her ankle. The summer showcase was her only chance to show what she was really made of.  By the end of junior year, most student already had an idea of what dance company they would be working for once they graduated, but she was still unclaimed. She spent majority of her spring semester trying to regain the strength in her ankle and scouting for a replacement partner for her routine. In her mind, Saint was a savior, he swooped in at the last minute and saved the dance career she was sure died before it even had a fighting chance.

“Thanks again, for filling in. I know you're probably tired of this place.”

“Actually, I kind of missed it. It was my safe space. I was glad when Dr. Forrester called me and said someone needed a dance partner.”

“It's the same for me. Dancing is the greatest escape there is. It got me the hell out of Wyoming.”

“Wyoming? Wow.”

“What's so wow about Wyoming?”

“Nothing, that I know of. Aside from it being one of them states that you know exist but never thought you'd actually ever meet a soul that was born there” Saint laughed.

Kitty was cool peoples and he truly was happy to be able to help her. The girl was talented and he couldn't understand why her luck hadn't been greater. He'd seen dancers who weren't half as talented as her secure deals with Broadway and asked to tour with different artists. The only dancer in the junior and senior classes he ever saw better than her was Sloane.  He hoped that he could help her attract some offers because talent like hers shouldn't go unnoticed. As he looked over at her, he caught her burning a hole in the side of his face.

"It's a real place and my real ass soul hails from there. Where are you from?"

"Nowhere that matters. I left my home behind a long time ago and haven’t really looked back since my first semester here. So, I'm from Juilliard."

"You're a really dope ass person. Mysterious as hell, but still dope and I admire that."

"Thanks. I know we gotta be a little selfish to make it here, but I'm a firm believer that there is enough fame and fortune to go around."

"Wish more people here were like that. They're so consumed with getting the best offers they will shit on anyone to do it."

"That's why you have to get your crew and y'all make a pact to stick it out together. That's how we all survived while I was here. We were eight deep and we all made sure we made it out with offers. We pooled our resources and helped each other out. Find your peeps, they're here somewhere."

"Thanks." Kitty touched his arm as she have him a look of gratitude

"Ahhm. Am I interrupting," Sloane asked as she leaned in the doorway.

Her folded arms and furrowed brow told a story all their own. It was one of jealousy and territory that she didn't have the right to claim. Slowly, her eyes surveyed the studio and she took note of every detail. The proximity of their bodies as they laid side-by-side on the hardwood floor caused alarm to sound in her head. She knew Saint wasn't hers, but knowing he'd been alone with Kitty for the last three hours didn't sit well in the pit of her stomach. It made her so angry, she felt sick, like she wanted to vomit. Silently, she declared Kitty a foe from that moment on.

"Not at all," Kitty said as she quickly moved her hand away. She didn't know Sloane, but she'd seen her around campus and heard her name in every circle she went into. Sloane was a dance goddess. Everyone wanted to be just as light on their feet, graceful and poised as she was. As she recounted the times she’d seen her perform or prancing around campus, she couldn’t much recall a moment Saint wasn’t by her side.

Saint popped up from the floor and grabbed his duffel bag. He wanted to laugh at Sloane's blatant display of jealousy. She had no reason to feel any kind of way about him interacting with another woman, but he could clearly tell she was uneasy. She didn't even attempt to hide the scowl that rested on her brow as she stood with her arms crossed. Her cold eyes never left Kitty as she waited for him to gather all his belongings from the studio.

As they made their way to his car, he allowed her to walk a few paces in front of him. She hadn't spoken a word to him and her attitude was cute. He admired how her ass vibrated in her track shorts with every step she took. Visions of her bent over his backseat clouded his brain and forced a smile to spread across his face. His dick required adjusting in his grey sweat-shorts as he trailed behind her. Once she reached his car, she tossed him his keys.

"Thanks for letting me use your ride. I'll see you later."

"Where you finna run off to?"

"Just going over to Vines & Vinyl to meet up a friends for drinks. It’s been a while since I’ve seen them and I wanted to catch up."

"I know all your friends." Saint reminded her, now sporting the same jealous scowl she rocked moments prior.

"Not these ones," she winked as she walked off in the direction of the subway.

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