[open to all dancers!]

[Jessica Air]

Dancers
Jessica Air
Alex Greene
Scott Lauren
Yvonne Olzon
Lorelie Wyatt

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Alex threw himself on the strangely comfortable pile of mats, glaring up at the ceiling before sitting and watching the door, curling up against the corner to make sure nobody was going to sneak up on him from the side. He was wearing tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt, ballet shoes lying beside him -they didn't always need them, although all the students did ballet- with their ribbons tangled together. He was early for class, annoyingly -it made him look like he wanted to be there- but had wanted to escape the room before Scott woke up.

Danny had gone, thankfully, only to be replaced the next day. Alex was wary of this new dancer, refusing to speak to him, and taking his bedding into the corner to sleep on. A chair had been carefully positioned in front of him, so if Scott approached him in the night, he would have tripped over the legs; sticking out, almost invisible in the darkness. That hadn't happened...but it might have, and Alex was glad he had taken the precaution.

The door opened and the girl that he disliked entered, looking as paranoid and fearful as he felt. After glaring at her for a moment, he rested his head against the wall, closing his eyes. Last time he'd seen her, the entire class -with the exception of her and Yvonne- had been gathered outside the studio, after being told they couldn't go in by a stressed security guard. And then medical people had rushed in, looking all...scary, and all the kids had been told that they had an unexpected free period. Before they'd dispersed, however, Jessica had been brought out, half being dragged along... There was lots of blood, and the memory made him cringe. Why did there have to be blood? It made him remember when he'd bled like that... Involuntarily, his eyes opened, studying Jess' slender frame and not seeing any visible wounds. No - her wrists were mostly covered by her long jumper, but a few bright red lines were visible. Ew. With an obvious shudder, he closed his eyes again, shaking his head. What an idiot.

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Jessica was disappointed to find the studio wasn't empty; she was twenty minutes early for classes, after all, which had meant eating breakfast quickly -never fun- and rushing to get to the room. With a look around, she noticed a new camera -directly trained on the glass- and smiled wryly as she noticed the mirror. It had changed, that was obvious. Probably been reinforced...

Glaring back at Alex, she sat with her back to the wall, legs extended in front of her and her torso bent, almost in half as she reached for her toes, stretching her muscles out. It ached, and Jess tightened her jaw in annoyance. If they hadn't made her stay in the infirmary for so long, she wouldn't be so out of shape. She stayed in that position for almost a minute, her legs aching after twenty seconds or so, eventually sitting up as the doors opened beside her. The teacher had entered, looking a little...harrased; she'd probably been yelled at by security to get down to the studio, just because a suicide risk was there.

With a small smile, Jess delved into the bag beside her, pulling out her latest torture; a small book, like a diary, with dates in. Each day was split into three sections, and she had to get a stupid stamp in it every time she ate her meal. If she refused to -even if she ate the majority of it- there was no stamp, which meant no dancing. Teachers were so stupid. Keeping her pleasant demeanor up, she showed the book to the instructor, who nodded silently. What a bitch.

At least there was no Morph, she reminded herself. That was her new outlook on life; whenever she thought something negative about her situation or the school, Jessica reminded herself that Morph had gone. Left, hopefully forever. He wouldn't be in her classes... Of course, there was still Alex -who she glared at, despite him having his eyes closed and not being able to see- and her two roommates. The new one (who Jess still didn't know the name of) was okay, due to her lack of speech, but Yvonne was too irritating for words.

According to her, though -Yvonne had come to the infirmary once, bringing homework, much to Jess' surprise and slight horror- there was a new dancer. A male one. Potential... Sitting up slightly straighter, she rested her head on her knees. Her outfit wasn't the best for picking up guys -baggy jumper and trousers, surprisingly, and bright scars on her wrists- but she was probably the best of the class, to shag. After all, the little, quiet kid didn't speak, and Yvonne was...Yvonne. Unless he was gay, Jessica decided, she was sleeping with him. And if he was gay...well, people could always reconsider their sexualities, right?

[Yvonne Olzon]

Yvonne sighed as she walked to the dance room. She'd left her new roommate lying in bed, still asleep, looking like she hadn't slept in ages. Yvonne had decided not to wake her up for class; she could learn to wake herself up in time for class, she decided. She wondered how long the girl had been dancing, and what kind of dance she did; from the way she moved, Yvonne was fairly sure it was ballet, but the girl didn't speak, so she wasn't sure. How could you go without speaking? Ever? It must get so annoying, not being able to tell people to fuck off... then again, it was just a more subtle way of telling people to fuck off, wasn't it? It occurred to Yvonne that Lorelei probably didn't talk, not out of a desire to be left alone, but out of fear.

Shrugging it off, she entered the room, where Jess was leaning against a wall, glaring at one of the two - now Morph was gone - boys who attended their class. Alex or something. She didn't know, and wasn't particularly bothered either way. Dropping down in one corner, she leaned back against the wall, noticing the cuts on Jess' wrists, and rolling her eyes. Stupid bitch. Yvonne wondered what would have happened if she hadn't turned up, but the answer was clear. Jess would have died, the school would have been one student down and probably in big trouble, and Yvonne would be free of that whiny bitch. And yet, she didn't regret saving the girl's life. If anything, it made her quite pleased she had. It would look good on anyone's CV. Probably not outweigh the 'attended a psychiatric hospital for two years' or the 'suffers from conduct disorder, been arrested for theft on several occasions' but it might tip the scales a little in her favour.

[Scott Lauren]

Scott awoke just as Alex left the room, raising his head in time to see the door slam shut behind his roommate. Brilliant. He was going to be late for his first class. Sighing, he rolled out of bed, glad at least that he'd been left with some privacy in which to get dressed. Pulling on a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt, he stretched his arms above his head, attempting to smother a yawn with his shoulder. Well then... glancing at his watch, he realised that he still had ten minutes before class, which came as a relief. Pulling on a pair of trainers, he headed downstairs, into the canteen to eat a quick breakfast before he went to his first ever dance lesson.

Apparently, all the others did ballet, which meant he'd be the only street dancer. That was good; it meant he'd be the best. He took a mouthful of toast, glancing around the canteen in the hope of spotting one of his classmates. No such luck, but that didn't bother him much. He'd meet them soon enough. The last of the toast disappeared into his mouth and he stood up, brushing his hands off on his napkin, before dropping it on his empty plate and heading away.

He hadn't met the teacher yet; hopefully, she'd be hot. It would kind of suck if they'd decided to completely deprive him of simple eye-candy; the girls here were OK, but most of them didn't have the years that he liked to see on a girl. All the same, they'd have to do, unless the teachers here were more... accommodating than he'd originally thought, but he was very, very dubious about that. It was more likely that they were all six foot tall and packing than petite, pretty and friendly. All the same, it was nice to have a few dreams...

His thought turned back to Alice, and he attempted to stop thinking. This resulting into a near-fatal encounter with a door, so he started again, keeping Alice and all Alice-related memories pushed to the back of his mind. He managed to make it to the dance studio without thinking too much about his mother and what he'd lost - it was her fault, all her fault - and entered quietly, taking in the scene before him. A boy was slumped across the mats, glaring at a girl by one wall, wearing clothes that were about ten sizes too big for her. All the same... Scott eyed her approvingly, before moving on to the next person. A pretty, dark-haired girl, sat in one corner and scowling at the world in general. There was no sign of any teachers. Scott entered, glancing around, and eventually flopped down near the girl wearing tight black trackies and a t-shirt, flashing her a sunny smile as he did so. This was received with an angry scowl.

[Lorelei Wyatt]

Lorelei had woken up that morning with a feel of dread. It was her first dance lesson since she'd arrived here, and she was afraid. She hadn't seen Jess, one of her roommates, dance yet. She was banned, apparently, because she'd tried to kill herself. Lorey was worried about that; what if she tried it again? Did people do it a lot here? Would she be expected to do anything except cry if Jess tried it while she was in the room? Yvonne had saved her, and Lorey felt slightly worried by that, too. Surely that made her a hero? She didn't act like one. Heroes were supposed to be nice people, and Yvonne wasn't. She was nasty and sarcastic and scary, and Lorey was terrified of her. She was also a good dancer; Lorey had seen her stretching, and she moved like she'd been doing it all her life. She probably had, Lorey supposed. The thought intimidated her; as far as she knew, she hadn't danced since she was nine, a long time ago. Of course, she had danced at her new school, and she'd had a coach, but that was just revision of the things she already knew. What if she didn't know enough?

Her breathing became quick and panicky, and she tried to calm herself down using a technique her coach had taught her. Breathe in, hold it for five, breathe out. In, five, out. In, five, out. After a while, her ragged gasps subsided, and she lifted her head from her pillow, hoping she hadn't woken her roommates. She hadn't, for the simple reason that they weren't here any more. Neither bed was made; both the girls were gone. Lorelei sighed and got out of bed, glad of the privacy while she got dressed. She'd noticed that Jess was also nervous about showing her body, even to a pair of girls who weren't interested in it in... that way. The icky way. Yvonne didn't seem to mind, though.

After she'd got dressed, she headed downstairs to have a breakfast, which she rushed, then hurried to the dance rooms. Everyone else seemed to be there; there was a scary-looking boy, sitting near Yvonne, and another one, glaring at Jess. Did everyone here know each other? Was she the only one? Creeping in, Lorelei curled up in a corner and looked around the class, hoping for someone to do something. just in case people were looking. If someone got up and danced, they'd all look at them, not her.

[Alex Greene]

Alex scowled around at the room in general, before being satisfied that he'd expressed his teenage angst enough for one lesson. Curling his arms slightly tighter around his legs, he wished that he could just go to sleep. It was so tiring, having to stay awake in case your roommate turned out to be a violent rapist... And he'd have to keep awake for another few nights as well, just to make sure that Scott wasn't just being clever and not attacking on the first night. Alex was tempted to just go to sleep on the comfortable mats, and was seriously considering it when Scott entered. With a sigh, he sat up straighter, forcing himself to keep awake. He needed to be ready...

The teacher began babbling, some crap, and he tuned her out, his gaze darting between the rest of the students, decisively ignoring Jessica. There was Yvonne, the anti-social one, and the small one that he hadn't met. She looked...scared. Maybe she was scared of Scott? It was quite likely. The bastard was tall, and probably strong enough to break her in half. He probably wouldn't, though. He'd target Alex instead... Shaking off all depressing, violence-related thoughts, he tuned into the last of the teachers words, standing up as she told them to get into pairs. Pairs for what, he wasn't exactly sure, but if he went with someone who looked like they knew what they were doing... Well, there was no way he'd go near Scott or Jess, so that left the new kid or the anti-social one. Great choice.

Turning his back on Yvonne, he crossed the room and stood beside Lorelei. "What are we meant to be doing? Oh, right." Their instructions were continued once they were all grouped up, and Alex learnt that they would be...ballroom dancing? Oh, fuck that. He resisted a sarcastic comment of some description, not fancying the idea of getting thrown from the class, and glared in the general direction of his partner instead as some irritating, waltz -seriously, who waltzed anymore?- music was turned on. "Right... I'm meant to lead, aren't I?" Sighing, Alex shook his head. "I've never done this shit before. Have you?"

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She eyed the new boy with some appreciation, smiling flirtily at him as he walked past, sitting beside Yvonne and unwittingly eliciting a frown from Jess. Why was he sitting beside that bitch? Ew. With a sigh, she glanced idly around the room, listening with one ear to the annoying teacher and raising her eyebrows at the mention of ballroom dancing. Surely that was restricted to royalty from the 1800's? No? Weird. The suggestion of getting into pairs made her wince. Who was she meant to go with, when she hated every member of the class? Well, there was always Scott... Standing up, and made her way over to him, smiling and ignoring Yvonne. "Never done this before...mind showing me how?"

Well, Yvonne was so anti-social, she'd probably be glad that she didn't have to go with anyone. Although the girl had been totally bitchy when they'd both liked Morph...the memory made her cringe. How on earth had she ever liked him? It was only over chat that she had, really. And that was mainly because Yvonne had shown an interest... It made her feel sick, remembering how idiotic she'd been, and Jess brushed the thoughts away with an appreciative look at Scott instead.

The teachers voice made her snap to attention, looking up and glaring at her words. Yvonne had to come in their pair? The point of a pair was that there were just two of them. She'd ruin that... "Right, so we're meant to do ballroom dancing...in a group of three? Can't wait to see how that turns out..." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, and she raised her eyebrows at Yvonne. "Well, I don't need babysitting anymore, despite her -" with a look at the teacher "- seeming to think so. So, go be a good Samaritan somewhere else, 'kay?"

[Yvonne Olzon]

Yvonne lifted an eyebrow, icy-cold. So, she got to go in a pair with Jessica Air and someone with a penis? That would go down well... sighing, she pushed herself upright, following Jess over to stand next to the boy, arms folded. This whole lesson was going to be one big piss-take, she decided. They were all ballerinas, except for Scott, so why did they have to do fucking ballroom? She groaned inwardly, and stood in silence, waiting for someone else to speak first.

The teacher was still talking over the irritatingly loud music - fucking ballroom! - and Yvonne turned her head away, unwilling to listen to the stupid woman's yammering. She knew how to dance, she didn't need some bitch telling her how to do it. Especially not someone with such a nasal voice. In reply to Jess' words, she drawled, "Think it through, sugar. We'll do it in twos, then swap around." she rolled her eyes. The girl was so dense sometimes. Her eyes narrowed at Jess' last words. "Woah, I can see that. You're able to wipe the drool off your face yourself, then, I take it?" she snapped, glaring at Jess with pure hatred in her eyes. The bitch was a stupid, ungrateful whore. She needed to learn some manners, in Yvonne's opinion. Failing that, she should be sent somewhere else, or moved to a different room, at least.

Their group appeared to be the only one that wasn't moving. Standing in the middle of the dance floor, she and Jess glared at each other, while Scott, probably lost by the argument, watched. Yvonne knew that she was being deliberately bitchy in front of him to embarrass Jess, but the girl's desperate attempts to get laid irritated her an unbelievable amount.

[Scott Lauren]

Scott smirked as the blonde girl headed rapidly in his direction. Well, looked like he had an admirer already, then. he glanced around the room at the rest of the class, who apparently knew exactly who they were going with already. There was an odd number... great, so he was getting both the girls. Perfect. Well, the girls who didn't look like they'd die if he touched them. Then again, that blonde... Scott pulled himself lazily to his feet, wandering over to stand next to the dark-haired girl with the hot accent. The two appeared to be having a bitch-fight, and it was only the start of the lesson... eying them both, he decided that the two had some kind of history. Probably not the good kind, he surmised, but there was definitely something between them.

Grinning at the blonde, he gave a small shrug. "Want us to demonstrate?" he asked pleasantly, indicating Yvonne. He wondered how much he had to flirt with the other girl before Blondie would give up on him. From the look of desperation, he could go pretty far, he decided. And he would, oh, he would. It was a shame, really, that the dark-haired one so obviously wasn't interested, but still. He could have plenty of fun with just Blondie. It wouldn't be long before she was absolutely desperate, and then he'd get much more fun out of it.

Turning the Yvonne, he smiled at her, tilted his head and held out his hands, hoping he wasn't about to get slapped or anything. She seemed the type to do something like that. From the way the rest of the students looked at her, she was the class bitch, and not the popular type. Even so, she was hot. He glanced around the rest of the room. The little blonde girl and the fairly normal looking guy were working together, doing OK by the looks of it. Scott turned back to Jess and Yvonne, wondering when one of them was going to grab him and start dancing, then wondering which of them it was going to be. That started him thinking about their talents, wondering how long they'd been dancing. Both looked like it had been a while. They had the stance, the posture, the walk, everything that came with being a ballerina for a long time. Scott himself envied their grace a little. Street dance gave you the strength and the posture, but something about ballet gave you a particular kind of movement, very fluid.

[Lorelei Wyatt]

Lorelei flinched when the boy came right up to her, but at least he wasn't the bigger, scary one. Or either of the girls. They seemed... bad. The blonde one was too skinny for Lorelei's comfort - surely people weren't supposed to look like that? - and the other one just seemed to glare at people and not talk much. And if neither of them ever talked, it would be bad. Very, very bad. Nodding to Alex, she gave him a little smile and stood up, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her eyes.

Reaching out gingerly, she waited for him to take her hands, hoping they wouldn't have to do this pair work for very long. It wouldn't be fun if she had to work with this guy. He seemed a little moody, and Lorelei hated it when people got moody. She could never tell if she'd done something wrong or if it was something else, and then she got upset, and... taking a deep breath, she smiled at Alex, shrugged, and shook her head. He seemed OK, though, better than anyone else, and he hadn't done it before, either. She wasn't the only one, then. She'd hate it if she was, it would be horrible. Like being the only one who didn't understand in maths at school or something, only now everyone could see you didn't understand and you couldn't duck your head over your book and pretend you knew what you were doing.

Or maybe she had done it before and just didn't know. Maybe she'd learned it in those years that were all blank. Perhaps her body would remember it... what was it called? Muscle memory? Lorelei wasn't sure. She'd only heard the doctors talking about it to her foster mum, but it sounded about right in this situation.

[Jessica Air]

Alex looked around to see who everyone else was going with. It didn't surprise that Jess launched herself straight at the guy; she'd done it first to him, then at Morph. He hadn't been interested. Slutty, bitchy girls like that irritated him; there were plenty at his old school. The only difference between Jess and all those other girls was her weight, and her complete lack of intelligence.

Turning his attention back to Lorelei, he gave a half-smile, not really listening to what she was saying. It took him a moment to realize that she actually wasn't saying anything, and he rolled his eyes. She was either a mute, or really, really shy, and as he was at a psychiatrist hospital, Alex leaned towards the first issue. "You don't talk, do you?" He stupidly waited for a reply. "Great," he muttered to himself, taking her hands brusquely. She was going to be boring, wasn't she? One girl in the class wouldn't talk, another wouldn't shut up. The last -Yvonne- talked occasionally, but only to say something bitchy and sarcastic. "Oh, this is going to be fun. So, you don't know how to do this either?" Well, that made two of them.

All Alex knew of ballroom dancing was what he'd seen in films, and the actors always looked ridiculous in that. He gingerly put one hand on Lorelei's waist, feeling ridiculous. Waltzing and everything related to it should be left in the 1950's, where they belonged. Not dragged into modern classes, where they were expected to make total dicks of themselves, dancing with mute girls... Alex realized that he was glaring at nothing in particular, and did his best to wipe the expression off his face. Bloody dance class.

---

Jess shoot Yvonne a Look. She wasn't even listening to their instructions, just looking away like she knew what to do. She always acted like she was better than all the others, didn't she? Jessica was feeling bitter and she sighed, keeping her attention on the instructor. Yvonne might be willing to get into trouble for not listening, but she needed good grades, after The Incident.

The lecture finally ended and Jess turned back to Hottie and Bitch, realizing that she hadn't processed anything she'd been told. Oh, well, the other two probably knew what they were doing. Yvonne's words made her glare angrily. "I've told you not to call me...that," she muttered. Sugar was almost as bad as...the thing Morph used to call her, Jess thought. Who wanted a nickname that reminded you of the worst food there was?

"Shut up!" was her comeback to the drool comment. "You know what I meant." Turning to Scott, she smiled. "Ignore Yvonne. She can't help being a bitch." His offer to demonstrate with Bitch herself made Jess inwardly sigh. 'No, you dense idiot. You're supposed to show me!' He was cute, she decided, but thick. She was wary about boys from her dance class anyway, seeing as she'd thought Morph was cute at one, long-gone point. "Um... So, how come you're here? I'm hypersexual. And Yvonne's a bitch." She didn't want to mention her other diagnosis, not yet. That was still too embarrassing. And if Yvonne brought it up... Jess thought it would be perfectly reasonable to murder her.

Jess made no move to start the dancing, deciding to let Scott make the first move. If he went for Yvonne...well, that would show extremely bad taste. Although the other girl was sorta pretty, she had a completely awful personality.[/size]

[Yvonne Olzon]

Yvonne sighed to herself, looking between Scott and Jess disdainfully. It was tough, being a dancer when you hated touching people. "No, thanks. You can show Jess," she told him icily, folding her arms and stepping back. There, that would get both of them off her back, she hoped. Rolling her eyes at Jess' words, she hissed, "That's right, just tell him the diagnosis you think will make you seem more attractive to him. Who knows, maybe he'll like whores? And sugar? Bitch ain't a diagnosis. I'd expect even you to know that."

With that, she stalked to the edge of the room and sat down, folding her legs underneath her, resting her head against the wall, and scowling at the ceiling, wishing the whole world away. She'd been so close to just... slapping that stupid, smug look of Jess' face. She wanted to leave, wanted to go somewhere else, be someone else. That thought made her falter. It was a desire she'd never consciously articulated before, but it was there all the same, and she hated it.

Lifting her head, Yvonne gazed - well, glared - around the classroom, hoping that they were done with fucking waltzing and moving on to solo work. But no, Scott and Jess hadn't even got started yet, they were just stood there, talking. Rolling her eyes, she straighted out her legs, lifted her arms above her head and stretched luxuriously, feeling some of the tension in her limbs fall away as she relaxed, closing her eyes and leaning back against the wall. They could come and get her when they needed her, but for now, she was going to relax. She needed to, after the last few days.

Yvonne opened an eye and looked at Alex and Lorelei, wondering how they were doing as opposed to her own group. She knew by now that Lorelei was a mute, and Alex seemed to have worked that out already. They were holding hands, looking as if, like her, they'd much rather be working on their own.

[Scott Lauren]

Scott lifted an eyebrow elegantly at Yvonne, and turned back to Jess, flashing the blonde a smile. Definitely some kind of history there, then. The blonde's comeback had made him laugh, he had to admit, but he'd managed to cover it pretty well. Shut up? That was all she could come up with? Not the sharpest tool in the shed, then. Smiling at her, he shrugged. "I don't mind, really," earning himself a derisive snort from 'Yvonne'. Turning back to Jess, he reached out and took her by the waist, pulling her closer to him that was strictly necessary. He was sure she wouldn't object, though, from what he'd seen of her.

He spun them around in a lazy arc, wondering when they'd get onto the good stuff. Both in and outside of the lesson. In reply to her question, he grinned at her again. "Addicted to sex. We'll probably get along quite well, then," he purred into her ear, pulling her slightly closer still. He caught sight of Yvonne stretching over Jess' shoulder, and was momentarily distracted, eying up the dark-haired girl appreciatively, but bringing his attention back to the blonde in his arms. "I'm Scott, by the way," he added softly, pulling his head back so that he could look at her face to see how she was reacting to his obvious flirting. The teacher hadn't noticed yet, which was weird, but she was probably preoccupied with something else.

He wasn't used to this sort of dancing. The kind he usually did was faster-paced, with a lot more backflips and stuff. Waltz, ballet, ballroom... none of that was at all up his street, but it seemed he was in a class filled with ballerinas. At least it was interesting to watch, unlike ballroom. He didn't think he could endure sitting through performance after performance of people spinning around in the middle of the studio.

[Lorelei Wyatt]

Lorelei gave him a weak smile, hoping he'd cheer up. She wanted to tell him she was sorry she couldn't speak, but of course, she couldn't speak.

[/b] Shaking her head apologetically, she bit her lip, hoping it wouldn't pose a problem for him. She flinched when he touched her waist, but took a deep breath and tried to steady her heartbeat, closing her eyes for a brief second, before reaching out and taking hold of his shoulders, cautiously edging a little closer to him so she could reach. She'd never seen this done, or done it herself, except... no, she had done it once before, when she was very young. Hoping she'd got the right kind of dance, she took a step forwards with her left foot, nudging Alex's right one back and hoping he'd catch on. They could work out how to do this, right?

Once that step was taken, she slid her foot out to the side, moving them half a metre to the left, frowning in concentration as she tried to remember how they'd done it. It was quite easy once they got into the pattern, though, and the music was there to help them with the timing. Looking up, she glanced at Alex, hoping he wasn't angry with her for taking control or anything. Her teacher-person had said that she shouldn't try and get people to do what she wanted all the time. Mummy- her mother- had said that, she knew that already. It had annoyed her at the time, but she didn't really mind much, now. The woman had only been trying to help her, after all. She smiled at Alex, hoping that if she smiled at him enough he'd be a bit nicer to her. It might help that she'd taken the eagle-eye of their teacher off them, too.[/blockquote][/sub]

[Jessica Air]

Jess glared at Yvonne, deciding that she'd been nice enough over the last week to repay the debt of having her life saved, blah blah blah. It was time to be a bitch again, thank God. Being nice was hard, and tiring. And fairly pointless. "Go fuck yourself," she hissed back, having taken the 'you can show Jess,' the wrong way. Like she needed showing? "I am not a whore!" she shrieked, far too loudly for the room. The teacher glanced over at them and she smiled brightly, continuing in a quieter voice. "Shut up! That's just the only thing I don't mind telling people! I'm not gonna say...the other ones, am I?" She deliberately didn't specify, not wanting Scott to hear, which would defeat the purpose of her explaining why she didn't tell people her diagnosis. "Bitch might as well be a diagnosis in your case, anyway," Jess sneered. "You dyed all my underwear pink, on purpose! And I TOLD you not to call me...sugar!"

Smiling up at Scott, she put her hand on his waist, trying to pretend that she hadn't just had a mini bitch fight with the other girl in their group. "Ignore her," she whispered, low enough that Yvonne wouldn't hear it. "She's a total idiot." The mention of sex addiction made her smile wider, although she secretly felt a little disappointed. He just wanted sex, then... Well, of course he did. What guy didn't? "Sounds great. I'm Jess." She let him spin them gently, not paying too much attention to the steps and watching the rest of the class as they turned. "I'm not just hypersexual," she suddenly informed Scott, who probably didn't care. "I'm, um, phobic as well." She'd meant to mention her slight eating disorder, but backed out at the last minute. It was just scary...he might laugh at her, or ask if it was binge eating disorder, due to her size.

"So, if you're just addicted to sex, how come you got sent here? I mean, it seems to be for a bit...more than just sex addiction." He was probably lying about it, just like she was. No, it wasn't called lying...a lie of omission, that was it. Where you knew something and didn't tell people about it.

---

Alex sighed dramatically, as though the effort of dancing with someone that didn't talk was far too much for him to handle. He stared at the small girl as she took his shoulders, trying to work out why she looked so...terrified. Was she really afraid of him? Or was she one of those weird kids that was scared of absoloutly everything? He knew that it was most likely the second option -he wasn't very intimidating, which was a pity- but got a slight rush at the thought that he might be scaring someone.

He moved with her, copying her movements and nodding as he thought he got the hang of it. It wasn't really like ballet, due to the complete lack of fun, but the graceful movements were pretty much the same. Smiling back at the girl -he needed to learn her name, but how did you ask a mute their name?- he tried to work out ways he could scare her. Not to be mean or anything, but just because...it was entertaining. Alex decided it was fair enough that he wanted power, anyway. When did he ever get it? The hand on Lorelei's waist tightened, pinching the flesh there gently. He gave her another smile, not a friendly one as before, but one Danny had often given him; a scary one. What exactly was scary about the smile he couldn't explain, but it just was. Maybe it was something about the eyes, which he'd carefully made go cold, hard.

The hand gripping Lorelei's waist tightened again, much harder than before. It was probably hurting her, Alex guessed, hoping she wouldn't yell or anything. Wait... The realization that she wasn't going to yell at the teacher that her partner was causing her pain made his eyes light up. This was going to be brilliant.[/size]