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When the disgraced brown-haired woman left the corridor, Barbie looked at her friends, smiling. Ken stood at her side, his hand on her shoulder.

- Are you going home yet? Because we still have practice today.

The girls nodded.

- Yeah, I'm done, - Renee nodded, looking at her friends, - but I have volleyball class today.

-I'm with you, you know, - Teresa said, waving her hand, - Lazzlo has already written that he is waiting for us.

- And we're just leaving, - Nikki and Daisy smiled, - Bye, everyone!

- Bye!

After saying goodbye, everyone scattered where they needed to go. Teresa ran forward to take their seats and chat with Lazzlo as quickly as possible. Barbie, on the other hand, limped along beside Ken, who held her hand and put an arm around her shoulder, helping her to get to the right place, because after the fall, her leg hurt a little more.

Barbie quietly protested that she could have done it on her own, but Ken scolded her for it, and the girl walked along, both pleased and displeased.

When they finally reached the dance floor, the surfer opened the door, helped her in, and then closed it. Many of the dancers of their set were already there, and when they noticed the best dance pair, they immediately smiled affably, waving their hands and greeting each other. Only one person smiled maliciously as he turned away - it was Lara, whom we already knew.

Both Barbie and Ken waved back as they walked over to Teresa and Lazzlo, who were now at the warm-up rail, chatting about their computer hobbies. After greeting the guy, the blonds went to change-each to their own locker room. When they were done, they went back to the gym to warm up.

Lara, meanwhile, was watching Barbie closely, noticing everything about her - not missing the fact that the blonde had a slight limp on her right leg. Immediately developing a plan, the brown-haired woman rushed to the Swedish walls to warm up.

Barbie put her legs a little wider than her shoulders, leaning down and stretching her back - training always helped her feel better and put her thoughts in order. Straightening back up, she stretched, and then began to gently twist her torso in different directions.

Ken, already almost warmed up, stretched his arms, twisting his hands or making waves with his hands - the guys in the dance did not so much dance as perform various supports, lifting the girls. When he saw the girl who had so brazenly kissed him across the room today, he turned away, not wanting to see how vulgarly she was sticking out her ass.

With a snort, Ken turned away, stretching, then froze when he saw Barbie drinking water. His gaze dropped to her neck and stayed there, watching the perfect movement of the muscles beneath her velvety skin. He knew that if he continued to stare at her like that, she would definitely notice, but he couldn't help it.

Still, forcing himself to look away, he continued to warm up.

Soon their choreographer arrived, who, in fact, staged their numbers. By that time, the students were already fully prepared for training, and even Barbie forgot about her aching knee.

The woman quickly changed her clothes, and within five minutes of arriving, she was ready for class. She looked around at everyone present, making a familiar gesture for them to stand in a semicircle because she wanted to make an announcement.

- All right, guys. Do you remember that I told you that you would soon be speaking on the last call? - she paused for a moment and looked at her charges, smiling, and then continued, - Well. Today, in training, we will learn a few fragments, and based on who will do better, I will choose three pairs that will eventually perform.

At that, Barbie and Ken looked at each other, grinning, and then looked at Teresa and Lazzlo, who were quietly cooing to each other.

-Do you understand, my little birds?

A chorus of joyous agreement spread through the room, and the students scattered to their respective seats. Ken, on the other hand, approached the teacher, starting a conversation in a low voice.

- Mrs. Davis, she wouldn't have told you herself, so I'll tell you, - he glanced back at his friend, who was crossing her arms and looking at him with a grin, - Barbie has a bruised knee, and if she's going to limp, don't push her too hard, please?

His tone was so caring and gentle towards the blonde that the woman herself almost melted listening to him.

-Of course, my boy, - she said, ruffling his hair, - thank you for telling me.

The surfer nodded, smiling slightly, and took his place next to the girl in the front row. The blue-eyed woman poked him in the side, grinning.

- Why did you tell her?

- Because you're not allowed to practice at full strength, - he put his hands on his hips, grinning, - Got it?

The girl snorted, nudging him lightly on the shoulder, and then returned to her position, ready for practice.
Mrs. Davis clapped her hands and nodded.

- Pair up, guys. A guy and a girl.

Lara, whom we had already forgotten, was about to make a dash for Ken, but before she could turn around, he turned his back on her, catching the blue-eyed blonde in his arms. The guy put his arms around the girl's shoulders, resting his chin on her shoulder. Standing there, they waited for the teacher's next words. Barbie laughed softly as she remained in his arms.

Lara snorted viciously as she paired up with a curly-haired brunette she didn't like at all. Does it remind you of anything? The brown-haired woman hissed faintly.

"Why am I being punished?! This blonde is always with him!"

Soon the choreographer began to show the movements, and repeat the rest. Barbie tried, but tried not to overload the leg, with which she was constantly helped by Ken, hissing in her ear another funny threat, from which the blonde giggled merrily.

After learning a few fragments individually, they were ready to learn a few new ones. Mrs. Davis looked around at her charges, choosing whom to summon to point them out. His gaze fell on the blonds standing in the front row. The woman waved her hand.

- Barbie, Ken, come here.

As soon as they approached her, the choreographer gave the guy a slightly amused look, then pointed him to where he should stand.

- Well, well... Excellent... - she adjusted the guy's posture slightly, looking him over carefully, - Yes, yes... Barbie, come here.

The girl came up to them, and the woman took her hand and turned her back to the blond man, pushing her slightly toward him.

- Put your back up.

Barbie was terribly embarrassed, but did not show it, and cautiously moved towards the guy, looking back at him. The blond man winked at her imperceptibly. She chuckled softly, turning back to the teacher.

The woman was displeased.

- Closer, Barbie, closer, closer! - she walked over to the couple, looking at the surfer, - Okay, you just stand there and don't move. And you, - the woman looked at the girl, - should be standing like this.

And shoved her right up close to the guy, causing the blonde to press her buttocks against the groin of her friend, her back slightly bumping against his chest. They both gasped with excitement and embarrassment. Somewhere in the background, Lara hissed angrily. From all sides came the cheery whooping of the shippers.

-Well, that's different. Okay, - she turned to the others,- repeat.

The hubbub immediately stopped, for everyone else seemed to realize that they were about to do the same. When everyone had done what the choreographer had asked, the woman turned back to the couple in the center.

Noticing that Barbie wanted to pull away a little, Mrs. Davis glared at her, which made the girl swallow noisily, shifting slightly. The surfer, who was currently a dancer, almost hissed as he felt how close they were to each other. He was probably going to get a hard-on if she kept doing that.

- Okay... Ken, - the teacher looked at him so that the blonde's palms were sweating, - put your hands on your waist, - noticing what the guy did, the woman tsked, rolling her eyes, - But not to yourself, to her!

There was a chuckle from Teresa and Lazzlo - they'd met before and weren't nearly as uncomfortable.

- And you, Barbie, put your hands on his neck, - the girl looked at her blankly at first, but then she realized what the choreographer meant, - Yes, that's it. Correctly.

Struggling with the mutual attraction that now overwhelmed them, the couple followed the instructions. Feeling the soft palms on her skin, Barbie breathed noisily, feeling something completely new to her. A hot knot tightened in the pit of her stomach, and the blonde started, almost sobbing.

"Are those butterflies in your stomach? Well, you, Barbie, got caught!"

Ken, on the other hand, was very glad that he was wearing loose pants after all. Because with his lover clinging to him, some circumstance would have made him blush terribly if he had been wearing tight pants.

The blonde was also far from the calmest now. Pleasant sensations overwhelmed her, and she could barely resist the urge to cling to her partner with all her strength.

- Honey, I really appreciate you, but if you keep fidgeting like that, I'll spank you, - the dancer threatened, half-jokingly, half-seriously, biting her lightly on the ear, - I'm not that impenetrable.

The blonde gave a small squeak, feeling his teeth on her ear and hot breath on her neck, and then she giggled softly, really trying not to move.

-And if you go on like this, fine... That is... Never mind! bite, then ... then... - she hesitated, not knowing what threat to make, and then quietly blurted out the first thing that came to mind, - You'll lose your virginity much faster than you planned, that's it!

The guy was stunned for a few seconds, and then he burst out laughing so hard that even Mrs. Davis, who was distracted by the other couples, looked at him like an idiot. Slightly embarrassed by this attention, he tried to calm his laughter, but it did not come out immediately, and therefore from his mouth periodically escaped unrestrained giggles.

Barbie finally realized what she'd said, blushing furiously. Somewhere across the room, Lara was hissing angrily, watching them. The surfer whispered softly to his friend, making her even more confused, although it would seem where else.

- Well, I don't mind at all, - he said, squeezing his fingers lightly around her waist, almost purring in her ear, - and remember, you suggested it...

The situation, it would seem, could not be more delicate. And the two of them laughed, pleased with their ambiguous jokes. In general, they knew that they felt for each other much more than friendship, and they understood that it was mutual. We just couldn't cross that line yet. But one day they will be able to.

                                ***

The training session was coming to an end. Busy with work (and not only work, but also constant joking arguments with Ken), the girl forgot about the sore knee, which even stopped whining during training. The surfer, as soon as he let go of his girlfriend's hands, sat down on the bench, leaning his back against the wall. After finishing the last element of the dance, the blonde exhaled wearily, resting her hands on her knees and leaning forward. The blonde, however, had the most gorgeous view from behind.

Mrs. Davis allowed her charges to relax, resting. The students dispersed around the hall, and some, on the contrary, remained standing in their place. Lara edged toward the couple, giggling softly.

Since the teacher still had a little announcement to make, Barbie straightened up, exhaling. She turned back to find Ken sprawled across the bench, and, receiving an inviting smile from him, was about to sit on his lap when she felt a hard cut just below her sore kneecap.

The relaxed guy barely had time to react, catching the suddenly collapsed girlfriend in centimeters from the floor. Confused, Barbie suddenly felt a sharp pain in her bruised leg, hissing and clutching at the joint with her hands. The dancer looked around, seeing that everyone was watching them with a kind of dazed expression, then looked away. He glanced at Teresa, who nodded to his right.

Turning his attention to his beloved's hiss of pain, he pulled her up by the armpits, sitting her on his lap and holding her waist with one hand. As soon as the blonde was distracted from his girlfriend and looked up, he immediately ran into the satisfied look of the girl he already hated.
The room was completely silent, except for the heavy breathing of the dancers. Ken took a deep breath, trying not to break down, but his voice still took on a distinctly hostile tone.

- Why did you do that?

- Did what? - the girl pretended not to understand, - What are you talking about?

Everyone held their breath as they watched the scene, and even Mrs. Davis, who seemed to be a teacher, was silent, feeling that it was better not to get involved. Barbie, finally relieved of the pain in her knee, also looked at the brown-haired woman with incomprehension.

- You know what I mean, - the blond man snorted angrily, and the girl shuddered, not wanting to admit that the guy's heavy gaze
had startled her, - What's your name?

- Lara, - she said, trying to sound confident, - my name is Lara.

He nodded, as if processing the information, and then looked at her in a way that made her legs shake with fright.

- Well, Lara, - he said, pronouncing her name as if he'd spat a piece of bad candy on the ground, - one more trick like that and you'll be dealing with the police for intentional bodily harm.

The girl swallowed hard - the words really scared her. She tried not to give herself away as she turned and walked off toward the locker rooms, her nose in the air.

Barbie gave him a timid look, clearly shocked by his words, and then moved closer to his ear, whispering softly.

- Thank you...

The guy looked at her tenderly, carefully moving her to the bench, and then turned his gaze to the teacher and friends who had already turned away, listening to the announcement.

- I'll be right there, - he said, kissing the top of her head, - Wait a bit.

She nodded, smiling slightly.

The guy came back in disguise. He was holding her things and a bottle of water. He handed her the water and waited for her to stop breathing so hard, then sat down next to her. Teresa and Lazzlo, rushing out of the locker room, quickly said goodbye to them, hurrying to the computer graphics course. After waiting for everyone to leave, he squatted down in front of her.

- Change your clothes.

Barbie stared at the guy, looking at him in surprise. He realized that he had expressed himself a little incorrectly while correcting himself.

- Don't worry, I'll look away.

She exhaled, finally understanding what he meant. After changing her clothes, she called him softly. The blond man turned, squatting in front of her and rolling up the leg of his trousers.

- Does your leg hurt much?

She nodded, giving him a slightly embarrassed look. And then the guy did something that finally made Roberts melt.

- Honey, - he kissed her bruised knee gently, looking up into her eyes, - promise me you won't hurt or break anything else this week.