... Lustious Bonneville ...
Rosa's POV
We reached campus on time, got in the building, due to the wind getting even colder.
But weirdly, I've been feeling quite warm, but the cold isn't joking when it wants everyone to suffer.
We three walked to our lockers, and took out what we wanted.
"Soo," I started, while shutting the locker and looking over at Alex. "Tomorrow, huh?"
She smiled at me and fixed the strap of her bag and crunched up her nose adorably.
"Yeah... tomorrow, I don't know what to do. Maybe, I'll go the art place and finish some paintings." She says nonchalantly.
Sophie chuckled humorously, as she placed a hand over Alex's shoulder and walks with us.
"My dear friend, who told ya' you'd be even there for all, that painting shenanigans?"
Alex chuckled and shrugged.
"Keep your fingers knotted together, birthday girl." Sophie says, as were at our next class of the day.
Wednesday morning, was choreography session and for some reason, I dread it and still anticipated to go.
Our last choreography teacher, was a nice British lady, that made sure we knew our dances properly.
"Are you guys, dreading choreo class?" I ask out of the blues to them.
That came a like brakes been drawn, at how fast they stopped walking and even stop talking.
Sophie was the first to frown, cause one, the damn girl hates dancing with people she doesn't like.
Two, if it she's forced to dance something she dislikes, pray to God, she doesn't storm out of that room.
Last time, the crazy bitch broke a girl's nose, because the girl called her a stuck-up bitch.
Who told her to do that? Damn, there was allot of blood that day in the room.
Nia handed the girl good. Nia could gotten expelled, but her parents threatened the school.
"Isn't it suppose to be Mrs. Violin, to teach that class?" She ask me.
I shrugged, but hummed nonetheless. "Yah, but remember last trimester, what took place?"
"Shit," she curses as she scratches her forehead. "Most of the staff, was under investigation."
I nodded, and pushed the changing room door and walked in. "Yeah, so we can't be sure, who it is this time."
Alex groaned, as she dropped her bag on a white bench. "Man, Mrs. Violin was the best in her field."
"Agree." Sophie says. "But, she might even retire now. She was what? 65 somen?"
"68, actually." I correct her.
I opened my locker in the room, and placed my red bottega bag inside and fished out my pair of clothes.
Sophie chuckled, "see. Even her still has a crush on a milf!" She snickered.
Most of the girls in the room chuckled, while I only took my water bottle and threw it in her back.
"Ow!"
"That's for being a asshole. A milf? Really?" I scoffed and took off my black jacket.
Alex chuckled, while she sat in her sweats and her sports bra, while sketching some thing on her notepad.
"But, it's true! You even-"
I throw my jacket in her face and shut her up, because I know all to well she was gonna say.
When I was in third year of junior trimester, I had a massive crush on the older woman.
God know, if I could open the woman's eyes and let her see, how much I was head over heels for her.
Maybe, just maybe, I'd be cruising on a cargo cruise, right now and fucking the life out of her.
The woman was built in all right places, tall black hair that reaches her waist, and love red totally.
She wear red in every one of her suits, at one point I swore, under her hair was dyed in red.
Don't let me start, with when I'm in her arms.
In the middle of dancing, she's hovering over my height, and her perfume had my body a way, I cannot explain.
Red velvet channel perfume, and even when her hand grips my waist and we move so smoothly across the room.
Barefoot or in heels, we move so damn smooth, like our bodies connects somehow.
That's how, I became the captain of the choreo team, and each time we dance on special events.
Are when softball year begins, and our team and other Academies play, we dance on the field.
But, god. I had a massive crush on the older woman, I'm not gonna lie.
I snapped out my thoughts, as I changed out my skirt. Yup, right there infront of both Sophie and Alex.
I slipped into my white and red tennis shirt, and my white V-neck blouse and my black socks.
All my curves prints out in this skirt, and also, the blouse compliments my upper body.
Whistles was heard, while I bent down and put on my two gold anklets and fixed them.
"Shake that ass, for meh baby!" I giggled, when I heard Sophie's voice.
She kept on cat calling me, while i twerked a bit for her and stood up, while laughing.
"Y'all ready?" I ask every one in the room, while I had my black duffle bag in hand.
Every one chorus out in "yes" and "yeahs" and I nodded and walked out the room.
Both Sophie and Alex and me, walked to the big red double doors and walked in and looked around.
The exact view of it of a upstairs set of seats and downstairs had benches in row surrounding the middle.
The middle of the room downstairs, has a flood light shining down and has a circular sign on it.
It's as shine as a basketball court, while I dropped luggage against the girls bag and walked in the middle.
Since I was a little girl, from as early as three year old, mom made me doing ballet and gymnastic.
"Music?" I turned to Sophie, seeing her behind the stand, that looked like a Dj's setup place.
I gave her a grin and a thumbs up, while I turn back around and close my eyes and blow out a long breath.
Just then, she started playing a song that only makes me turn on and lost out of this world.
Muni Long - Hrs & Hrs
That bitch. She knows how I get, when I dance to this song.
Still yet, I started moving to the beat and rhythm of the song, and I got lost in it's song.
I split on the floor, while still dancing. I was grateful, I put on tights under my skirt.
Sophie would say, whenever I dance to this song, I draw people in and I can be a stripper.
The nerve of that girl.
I was picturing myself, in the middle of my dancing class, where a certain blonde hair is seated on a chair in the background watching intently.
Sitting in a man spread position, while looking directly at me and my body.
While I arched so slowly and slid off the floor and up on my knees.
By the end of the song, I jumped in slight fright as I opened my eyes and looked around and the girls was clapping.
I looked over to Sophie with a glare, while she looked at me with a smirk and winked at me.
Alex just sat there, and stared at me in shock because, it's been a long while since she saw me dance.
I smile at her and stood to my feet and when I tell I you, I nearly piss myself as I made direct eye contact with Ms. Bonneville.
She was leaning on the doors, as she folded her arms over her chest and licked her lips.
She smirk, while she looked me over from my feet to my face, and kicked off the steel doors.
It's like time was moving slow, while my heart was eventually skyrocketing, as she walks so dangerously out in the light.
She was in a black button up shirt, loose black dress pants and a pair of red loafers with the Gucci face on the front.
She clapped real slowly but loudly, as the girls stopped talking and sat down, when they noticed her presence.
"My, my, my, muy hecho, monello.."
I blushed as sweat was dripping down my spine, and because, I know exactly what that means.
"Well done, brat.."
And I never in my life, heard a professor at Elite Academy call me a brat, but somehow, she did.
And made me, crossed my legs while standing up and held my hands behind my back.
"Grazie, catedrática..." I said in my shy voice, cause this woman had a sub effect on me.
On other girls, I feel more like the top, but with unknown lady as my professor, she radiate dominance in a bundle.
She smirked and walked passed me, but when I think that was all, she made my heart drop to my ass.
When she whispered in my ear! She fucking whispered in my ear, infront of these girls.
"You're welcome, brat. I'm impressed."
This left me stunned and in a fucking stunned gaze.
I was about to walk off, when one of her cold hand held my wrist and I felt a billion voltage of electricity in my body.
"That was a excellent dance, Ms. King." She said outloud and every one agreed and clapped.
"Okay, class! Listen up! I'll be your second choreography teacher, Mrs. Violin will be the former teacher. Until then, she's on a break and will be back in a few weeks."
The hand that held my wrist, spin me in a circle and I stopped just infront of her face.
My breathing picked up, and I was in amazement with how deadly, yet, gorgeous her eyes are.
Unique. Stormy dark grey eyes, but is filled with one thing.
Lust.
"Ms. Mitchell. Play, Despacito!" She shouted to my best friend.
"On it, Ms. Bonneville!"
I turned an shot Sophie a glare, but a steady hand on my jaws turned my face back to hers.
"Let's dance, shall we, brat?"
Chapter 5 completed!♡
Welp! that was fun.🤭
Love, love this chapter!♡♡
~ L.S.