Teen Story - Chapter 8 - Rumba, Rumba, Round we go

At the next lesson Cheryl and Alejandro got talking again as they were putting on their shoes. Their backs where to each other as they bent down and fastened their laces.
"I think we will need to do more practice and training for the competition," Alejandro told her.
"OK, how often do you think?" Cheryl asked, just finishing tying her shoes, she stood up, the shoes clacked.
"Every day of the week," he waved his hand out, his bottom lip curled out, he looked very serious as he was thinking.
"WHAT?!" she cried.
"Well, maybe not at weekends," he shrugged his shoulders diagonally to the side with his hands grasped round the wooden seat he was sitting on that had different pieces with gaps in between all along it.
The seat went from nearly one end of the room to the other.
Cheryl was walking along with Max to the beach. They sat on the sand lazily. The soft, warm granules searched in and out of her fingers, filling all the gaps. It felt so smooth on her hands, she dug her hands into the ground, picking up as much as she could and scrunching her hands together to hear the wonderful sound it made. She then watched it all drift off in mad directions as the wind caught different parts of it. She lay back in it and made sand angels. She dragged Max back to join in. He begrudgingly did but eventually he was smiling and laughing just the same.
They talked while lying there, "My partner says we need to practice every day off the week for the contest," she rolled over onto her stomach, Max notices some glittering, golden sand stuck to the back of her calf even once she'd stopped rolling, she held her hand up as he tried to interrupt, her short nails' gold varnish sparkling in the sun, "I managed to make 'her' give me the weekends off," Max shoulders fell, she was lying to him but he did not know, he was disappointed anyway, maybe his subconscious was trying to tell him something, though he thought it was just that he would not see her as often.
"You will HAVE to make sure you see me on weekends so I know you are not dancing!" he said, wrestling her in the sand, still lying down.



She landed on top of him, "I promise! I will HAVE to see Taylor too though!" they held hands, smiling after giggles.
"Of course!" he shrugged, wiggling his head, letting go of her hands so she fell on top of him again, he smiled with glee and enjoyment.
She had her hands rested on his chest, also her cheek lay there, her feet still intwined with his, wriggling with pleasure, she was shorter than him by that much, "Please!" she begged, making her hands into a prayer shape and nearly falling off of him.
She slammed her hands down either side of him to steady herself. her eyes where just below his. They stared into each others.
There was a near-kiss moment.
"You don't trust me, do you?" she asked, her eyelids closed only a little so they covered the outsides of her eyes but not the middle.
"Yes I do!" he was pinned down by her because of how her hands were positioned, she had pushed herself up so she could look him straight on.
She towered over him for once in her life.
"You don't trust me!" she whispered.
She sat on top of him with her feet on his chest, her knees bent, her hands rested on her knees.
"Ow!" he groaned.
After a while she jumped off of him.
Then she sneakily buried him under the sand.
"Cheryl!" he moaned, "Che-er!"
She ran off, giggling. She skipped away across the sand.
"CHERY-L!" I screamed with his lungs, little bits of sand drifted in, making him cough, his abdomen rose up and down as he chokedghed and spluttered, trying to breath.
Eventually she ran back and dug him out. She kissed him on the forehead. He tasted salty from all the grainy sand on top off him that had still not brushed away in the wind.
"The tide was nearly over me then! You could have killed me!"
"Sh!" she put her finger over his mouth.
He was still lying down, just with less sand on him. She had one leg either side of him. She had her knees bent so she was sitting in mid-air above him. She leant her head down, leaning her back forward and kissed him on the lips. Under all the salt and brine his lips were quite smooth and tasted good.