Chapter 53

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GUYS I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T UPDATE EARLIER TODAY. MY POWER WENT OUT BECAUSE THE WIND WAS GOING CRAZY AND MY POWER WENT OUT. 

Yeah basically California decided to whip up a storm and make it hella windy in the middle of 75 degree weather. So my power went out and I didn't have enough date to upload the chapter without it glitching. 

I'm so sorry, but here's the update and if I can, I'll try to do a double update. 

Question: Are you bilingual? If you are, what languages do you speak?

I speak fluent English, Hindi/Urdu, Arabic, and French :). My German and Spanish are really shaky because I can only speak and I don't know the grammar 😅. 

Ajax's POV

"Mila we're going to be late!" Adam called, knocking again on the door. 

"Mon dieu, I'm coming! Gosh!"

"How bout you get us checked in and we'll meet you there," I suggested, glancing at my watch. 

"Alright, both of you better be down there in 5 minutes," he said, pointing his finger at me. 

"Yes sir," I saluted and he rolled his eyes, hurrying off towards the elevator. 

"Mila, how long did you sleep in?" I chuckled, leaning against the door. 

I heard her grumble, probably cursing me out. Just as I closed my eyes, I felt the door move away from my back and I almost fell back onto the floor. Reaching out, I managed to grab onto the doorway. 

Mila snorted, shaking her head at me as I sent her a glare. 

"A little warning would've been nice," I muttered. 

"Sure, sure," she rolled her eyes. 

"Ok let's go," I urged, grabbing her arm and tugging her to the door. 

"Wait no," she tried pulled her arm away from me. I paused, turning to look at her. 

She glanced in the mirror with an uneasy expression on her face 

"What's up?" I asked in concern, closing the door lightly. 

"Is this too short?" she asked, tugging her dance shorts down. 

"Um, no? You always wear those," I replied, furrowing my brows in confusion. 

She was silent, a troubled look on her face. 

Suddenly, I realized why she was so bothered. 

"Mila, it's not too short. Nothing's going to happen to you okay? I'll be with you the whole time and if anyone comes near you I'll make sure they can't have kids anymore."

She bit her lip as her eyes lit up ever so slightly. 

"What if I just wore a shirt on top?" she pouted, slumping her shoulders. 

We chose the outfits for the first routine way before... that happened. I guess both of us forgot how revealing it was and now Mila was having second thoughts. 

"If you're uncomfortable, go ahead," I shrugged. I wasn't going to make her wear something she hated. 

"Ughhhh, whatever nothing I have will match. We're already late, let's go," she said, shaking her head and walking out of the hotel room. 

Okay then. 

As soon as we stepped out of the elevator, swarms of people rushed around the lobby. It was chaos, everyone worried about their own issues. 

"Can we get a picture with you? You two are so amazing!" 

"Aww of course, thank you," Mila smiled, tugging me to a halt. 

We smiled for the group picture as the young boys' mother took a picture of us. 

"Thank you! Good luck!"

"Thank you," I smiled, waving to him as his mother dragged him away. 

"Okay let's try and make it to the stage area without getting stopped," Mila chuckled, walking faster to keep up with my pace.

Vertically challenged. 

Don't tell her I said that. 

We had 4 people as us for pictures or signatures within the 10 feet we walked from the elevator. 

"It's freezing in here again," I grumbled, pulling my jacket tighter. 

"I know right? Should we tell someone?"

"Nah, they probably won't do anything," I replied, glancing down at her attire. My eyes flicked back up immediately, not daring to linger on her bare legs. 

I think I hate shorts now. 

We sat down on the cold metal chairs that were set out for us backstage. 

"15 minutes before we're on we should do one last run," I suggested and Mila nodded, shoving her hands under her butt. 

"Ughhh, I'm going to have to pee because this chair is so damn cold too," she groaned. I chuckled and tossed her my jacket I'd just taken off. 

"Sit on that, it should help."

She sent me a grateful look and placed it on the chair. 

We played a game pigeon on our phone for almost 45 minutes before Mila started complaining she was hungry. So, the two of us marched over to the registration stand and asked if we could step out to grab something to eat. 

The old lady said no. And then proceeded to hand us a box of crackers and juice. 

Great. 

"This is like World War I bunker crackers," Adam remarked, watching Mila break the cracker in half. She had a skeptical expression on her face, narrowing her eyes in suspicion at the salty snack. 

"Oh just eat it. It wont kill you," I rolled my eyes, shoving the cracker into my mouth. 

Stale. 

But it would have to do. 

We were so distracted that neither of us noticed time flying by. 

Mila's head snapped up and her eyes widened when the stage manager called our names. 

"Shit."

"Fuck."

"There are children present," Adam scolded as Mila hurried to take off her jackets. 

My eyes wandered down her arms, spotting the goosebumps that rose on her skin. 

Nope. Nope. Not the time Ajax. 

"Oh frickety frack. How did we not notice the time? We didn't get a chance to do our practice!" she panicked, cracking her knuckles. 

"It's alright, we've done it enough. I think we're good," I reassured. 

Ha. 

Haha. 

Funny. I should probably believe myself first. 

"You two, don't mess up," Adam demanded, narrowing his eyes at us. 

"Don't mess u- you're shit at encouragement," Mila imitated, crossing her arms. 

"Fine. Break a leg," he waved us off. 

"Break a leg? The only leg that's gonna be broken is his. Just watch, one day I won't stop at that stupid stop sign in front of the studio and bam. You'll find an obituary on the bulletin board by the next day," Mila ranted as I gently guided her to the stage. 

"Liebe, you don't even have a car," I chuckled, shaking my head in amusement. 

"Yeah? Well Lena does," she huffed, crossing her arms again. 

We had about 4 minutes before the curtains would open. 

I frowned when I noticed Mila wrap her arms around her exposed waist. My jaw clenched at the thought of the reason why she was so insecure now. 

"I'm neeeerrrvousssss," Mila sang, bouncing on her toes. 

"Same."

This competition, things were a bit different. We would perform and instead of leaving the stage right after, the judges would give us feedback. Then the final scores would be posted on the TV in the lobby. 

"Cute," I stated, flicking my finger over Mila's lashes. She swatted my hand away, shooting me an annoyed look. 

"They feel like caterpillars," she muttered. 

"Are they heavy?" I asked out of curiosity. 

"You'll find out soon," she replied. 

I opened my mouth to ask her what that meant, but the stage manager began counting down with his fingers. 

"I'm gonna throw up," was the last thing Mila said as the curtains parted. 

Looks like she might have to reschedule that. 

I could hear my breathing as I stood behind Mila, waiting for the lyrics to begin. My eyes flickered down as Mila's hand reached back to hold mine, squeezing gently. I squeezed back before she let go. 

^Dance up there - Figures - Erica Klein :)

Figures

Mila's skin was as cold as her hands as I touched her arm gently. 

I'm the bad guy 'cause I can't learn to trust
Love figures

She moved her body with momentum in the direction I was lifting her making it easier for me. 

Third Person's POV

You say sorry once and you think it's enough

The wheels in Ajax's mind turned as for the first time, he focused on the lyrics of the song. 

Mila found it ironic that they'd chosen this song when their relationship was just beginning. And yet here they were, performing the dance when that relationship was just a memory. 

I'm willin' to stay
'Cause I'm sick for your love

She scoffed in her head at the accuracy of that statement. 

Love, what would you do if you couldn't get me back?

'What wouldn't I do to get you back,' Ajax thought. 

He could smell her rose scented shampoo as she came closer to him. 

Mila's eyes widened when she felt his lips brush against hers. 

Holy shit. 

'Oops,' Ajax cringed internally.

You're the one who's gonna lose

Something so special, something so real. 

As she moved to walk away from him, Ajax yanked her back. 

He wouldn't let her go this time. 

As the song came to an end, the two dancers stared at each other. 

Mila searched his green eyes for anything that would explain him almost kissing her. But there was nothing. He smiled, his eyes still clouded in an emotion she couldn't understand. 

Tearing away from her gaze, Ajax turned to smile at the judges and audience. A round of applause had erupted, cheers echoing in the room. 

"That was incedible! I loved the simplicity of it and the emotion. That is exactly what we're looking for," one of the judges praised. 

Mila immediately took a liking to her as she admired her purple coloured outfit and bright pink lips. 

Fun. 

"Good story line, although I believe it could've been more emphasized," another said and both dancers felt their hearts sink. 

Ajax reached out, linking pinkies with Mila as they stood in the spotlight. Their hands were hidden behind their backs. 

"I agree with that. But you two had nice and clean movements, I think it was flawless," the third judge nodded, an impressed look on her face .

"Thank you," the duo smiled, waving to the crowd before hurrying off stage. 

"Oh shit, oh shit. I knew I should've incorporated the story line more - I was so close to just developing it more and I ughhhhh," Mila groaned, tugging at the roots of her hair. 

"Hey, calm down. You did well. Don't worry about that, we have two more routines we can modify," Adam said as soon has he spotted the panicking brunette. 

"Fuck, I'm so stupid," she sighed, pressing her palms over her eyes. 

While Mila was busy beating herself up over screwing up the choreography, Ajax was off in his own world. 

He was beating himself up over screwing up the one good relationship he had. 

And he made the decision to do whatever it took to get Mila back.  

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