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Basic Sexual Chemistry

Short story By: littlemissromance13
Romance



**This is not about sex. Just to let you know**

Kinley Ziegler is finishing her last year of college. She is one of the best dancers at her preforming arts college and needs a job afterwards. She doesn’t want to become a starving artist. Her last ‘test’ is nothing more than dancing in front of all of her classmates and their parents. Don’t forget that job scouts will also be there.

Kinley is more than excited for this performance. That is until she finds out that her partner is Terryn O’Brian. Of course Terryn is a great dancer and he is good-looking. But Kinley and Terryn go way, way back.

They were partners back in high school. Back then when they were 16 they were a force to be reckoned with. But back when they were 16 they had huge crushes on each other. Kinley knows that dancing with Terryn is like a ticking time bomb. It’s not like their feelings still are mutual, right?

It’s basic sexual chemistry.

~This is for StayWithMe3's contest~


Submitted:Sep 23, 2011    Reads: 147    Comments: 5    Likes: 0   


~Hello all, well, here are the pictures that inspired me to write this short story:) Enjoy! xoxo LMR13.Krissy<3

Kinley Ziegler

Terryn O'Brian

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I slid my iPod into the iHome at my dance studio. I begin going through my warm-up dance. I can feel the layered tulle on my skirt bouncing after each jump or twirl. I fall onto the floor and just sit there. I can't take all this stress anymore.

My home life sucks. My parents dislike each other yet are still married, my siblings are the favorites and I have no money left. My grades aren't anything special. I am too into dance to put my full effort into homework.

I put my hands over my face and let out a soft sob. I have to do perfect this next week at the Senior Showcase. The Senior Showcase is where all of the seniors here all do what they do best. It's all between acting, dancing or singing.

I've been working on my dance piece for over three months. It's still not perfect nor do I think I can go anywhere by doing it next Friday. My dance teacher told me that I need to put my full effort and potential into the dance. I have done all of that and it's still nowhere even close to perfect.

Today she told me that she would bring in something new that I need. I can't help but wonder what it could be. I hope she doesn't want to change the dance or anything that crazy.

"Good afternoon Kinley," my dance teacher Fiona says.

"Hello Fiona, how are you?" I ask while stretching my legs.

She smiles her excited smile. Just seeing that makes me nervous. I stop what I am doing and walk over to the door where she is. I frown and then stand in front her waiting for her to say something.

"What are you looking at? Oh, and I'm good!"

I continue to frown. "What are you up to, Fiona? I know you way, way too well. And I know you're up to something."

"Kinley, Kinley always so suspicious of me. Well if you must know, I found out how your dance piece can be better."

"How can it be better? I've been practicing for three months!"

"Let me introduce you to Terryn O'Brian."

I stand still like a statue just by the sound of his name. Terryn O'Brian. I haven't seen him since I was 16 years old. Terryn and I know each other very, very well. We were dance partners for five years and one of the best dance pairs in the state.

Then when we turn 16 our sexual chemistry was made clear. And so were our crushes on each other. We never said anything to each other about our feelings. But of course we knew about them. Then at a Halloween dance contest we just stopped seeing each other as much. Talking to each other dwindled and then stopped completely. Our friendship was over in a matter of days and we didn't say anything about it. It did break my heart even if we didn't go out.

After having Terryn as a crush I swore that I would never have another crush again. They ruin my thoughts and my days. I may be lonely but I don't need a guy to keep me happy…that may be a lie.

I turn to Terryn and smile a fake smile. Seeing him again brings back all of the awful memories. I hated those days when I just thought that maybe tomorrow would be the day--the day that he'd ask me to be his. But of course he didn't say anything. I'd hear it from everybody that he liked me. I don't understand him.

"It's nice to see you again, Terryn."

I looked him over and saw that he did get more handsome. His hair was shorter and darker brown than before. His gorgeous blue eyes were even more sea blue. I could also tell that he worked out a lot. His muscles were practically busting out of his gray T-shirt.

"It's nice to see you, too, Kinley."

He smiled at me and then faced Fiona. She was practically glowing with happiness. It made me sick that she had to do this to me. She's knows about everything that happened between Terryn and I. I'm not very happy right now.

"Kinley, you and Terryn will be dancing for the Senior Showcase!"

"But he doesn't even go here! It's bull-shit."

Fiona looked utterly shocked that I cussed in front of her. I looked over at Terryn and I could tell that he was amused.

"Watch your mouth, Kinley. He can dance with you. And he is, so have fun you two."

I watch Fiona leave with her long, perfect blonde hair swinging back and forth. I then was left with just Terryn. He was just standing in front of me. He was more patient than I remember. Then again that was six years ago that I last saw him.

"So, you're going to follow my lead. I'm not starting a new dance just for you, Terryn. I've been working on this for three months. And, this is important to me! So if you fuck it up for me, well, you're not going to be very happy either."

Terryn looked at me in a daze. Then smiled a smartass smile. I rolled my eyes and turned on the music.

The lyrics from Fall by He is We blasts from the speakers. I begin my dance by doing a bit of acrobatics. I then go into my ballet part of the dance. I hold my right leg above my head and then twirled around. Finally the dance ended with me 'dying.' I fall back in a fake fall. It doesn't hurt at all.

I stand back up and look at Terryn. He smiles and then nods.

"Your spins aren't strong enough."

I roll my eyes and then walk back over to the music. I start over from the beginning. When it comes time to spin I feel two hands on my waist. A shock of surprise fills my body. I look up and see Terryn. He gleams in a smile and then turns me. I will admit that I did spin better.

"Now that looks better."

"Thank you, Terryn."

He nodded and then I showed him what to do. He mostly just catches me, which is something I just added into the dance.

"Thank you for not being a complete ass today," I say to Terryn as we're leaving the studio.

"You're welcome, Kinley. It's nice to see you again, you know?"

I smile and nod, "You, too. It's strange seeing you again after all these years. Well, see you tomorrow I guess."

"See you tomorrow."

I turn to the left and begin walking back to my apartment. I only admit to myself that Fiona was right. Adding Terryn to the dance made it better. But for some reason I feel as if Fiona just wanted Terryn and I to rekindle our….whatever the hell that was.

It was surprisingly nice to see him again. I find myself thinking about him. And I know that I need to stop right now while I still can. Yet I can't get the thought of his skin on mine out of my head. I feel all the pleasure and fireworks. I just can't get him out of my mind. I know that this is going to ruin my senior dance.

Terryn may have maybe liked me at 16. But now we're 21 and I don't think he wants me. I need to get him out of my mind. I can't like him again. Not now, not ever.

I unlock my apartment door and throw my dance bag on the sofa. I walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I undress and then get into the warm water. I let this wash away all of the stupid thoughts and feelings I've had this afternoon.

Wednesday comes quickly telling me I have two more days. Terryn and I have mostly been dancing. We haven't talked about anything other than dance since last week. As much as I want to hide our chemistry, I can't.

So that's why tonight I'm going on a date. I haven't been on a date in years. But I figured that I needed to get my mind off of Terryn. And this nice guy from my poetic writing class just so happened to want to go out.

Halfway through practice I heard my phone going off. I stopped dancing to go and answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hello Kinley."

"Hey Robbie, still on for tonight?"

"I can't actually take you out but I'd love to watch you dance…if that's alright with you."

"Sure,"

I finish the conversation with small-talk and where the studio is. I then turn to Terryn. He's just sitting over by the window and waiting. It's just not like him to be so patient.

"Everything alright?" he asks.

"Yeah, just my date wanting to know if he could come watch us dance."

Terryn face fell a bit. He smiled and nodded as well. I could tell he was pissed off. I turned on the music and then began dancing with Terryn. Just by the way he's holding me I can tell he's tense.

I hear the door open and then close. I see Robbie walk inside the studio. He takes a seat where Terryn was. We begin dancing and I feel Terryn get more into the dance. That makes me feel calmer.

"You're a great dancer, Kinley. I just don't think you're the girl for me. Friends?" Robbie asks at the end of practice.

"Thank you! Of course we can be friends. Thanks for coming, Robbie."

He kisses my cheek and walks off. I don't feel too heartbroken. A bit hurt that he doesn't like me in 'that' way. I watch as he walks down the street.

I run after him and ask, "Why do you want to be just friends?"

Robbie lets out a laugh. He looks me in the eye and says, "You love somebody else."

I'm left breathless. I don't know what to say. I just turn back around in silence. I walk into the dance studio and sit on the ground. I feel the hot tears falling out of my eyes. I don't even care anymore. I love Terryn. I do, I do and I do. I can't lie to myself anymore.

I see Terryn walk out of the restroom. He's carrying a black duffle bag. He takes a look at me and I honestly don't care what I look like. I get up from the ground and eye him.

"Are you alright, Kinley?" he asks.

"No, I'm not alright. I want to know why you left when we were 16. How come you never asked me out? Everybody knew that we liked each other. Dammit Terryn, you were everything I thought about when I was 16. I was so far over my head in love with you. I prayed every night that tomorrow would be the day you asked me out. And of course, you never fucking did. Here we six years later and the feelings reappear. God I hate Fiona."

I turned on my heel after my rant. I walked to the door and felt a hand on my arm. I turned around and looked at Terryn. "What the he-"

I'm cut off with Terryn's lips on mine. I quickly respond by kissing him back. He wraps him arms around my lower waist. My arms happily wrap around his neck. He kisses down my neck, up my jaw and then back to my lips. I open my lips and his tongue makes its grand entrance. I slowing go into pure pleasure. Our tongue's meeting for the first time is fireworks. I let out a soft moan.

When the kiss slows down I am left unsure what to do. I don't want Terryn's lips to leave mine, ever. He looks into my eyes. He takes him thumb and wipes what's left of my tears away.

"I never asked you out because I was scared. Kinley you're everything I ever wanted, ever thought about, ever dreamed out. I wasn't sure if you actually liked me. People said you did but I didn't trust them. I left six years ago because I was trying to get over you. I honestly have tried to date other girls, but they're not you, Kinley. When Fiona called me last week to ask if I wanted to dance with you, I had to accept. I wanted to see if we still had chemistry. I had to see if I still loved you."

"And…"

He nervously smiled and said, "I don't think I can stop loving you, Kinley."

I feel like something is stuck in my throat. No guy has ever told me that he loved me before. Even if they did, they would measure up to Terryn.

"I love you, too."

Terryn winks and then gives me a quick peck. He holds me with his arms tight around my waist.

"So, let's kick some ass at this Senior Showcase."

"Sure thing," I say before standing on my tip-toes and kissing him.

"You do know that I've wanted to kiss you for six years, right?" he says.

I giggle and say, "Same here."

The night of the Senior Showcase snuck-up on us all. Terryn keeps telling me that we're going to do great. Well, his wording is more 'we're going to kick all the asses here.'

I stand in my blue tank top tucked into my pleated white tulle skirt. As Terryn and I wait for our turn to dance he holds onto me. His arms are wrapped perfectly around my waist, like always. He kisses my neck and shoulders.

"Terryn, I am only going to say this now. Please stop kissing me like that. You seriously make me want to jump you right here and now."

He looks at me and laughs so loud. I was scared people would hear.

"You're cute when you talk like that. But, if it makes you feel better, I always want to jump you."

I roll my eyes and look forward.

"Performing 'Fall' we have senior Kinley Ziegler and he partner Terryn O'Brian."

The music begins and so does our dance. Every time Terryn's hands touch my skin I can't help but just feel. The way he lifts me looks and feels effortless.

We exit the stage. Terryn holds me still. He gladly kisses me and I happen to repay the favor.

It's so strange that we're together now. I know I thought I was over him. But I guess distance does make the heart grow fonder. I truly still love Terryn. Nobody could ever change that. He's the one for me.

"Excuse me, but you're Kinley Ziegler, correct?" a woman in her middle 30's asks.

"That's me,"

"I just saw you dance and I would love you to dance for our company. You have amazing talent."

I am left awestruck. I smile, "thank you! I'd love to."

She hands me and card and walks off. Everything just may be falling into place. Finally.

"I told you that you're amazing."

"Thank you. But I don't think it was just luck that made us dance that amazingly."

"And what else could it have been?" He asked.

"Our basic sexual chemistry," I say winking.





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