Teen Wolf Imagines

Rhythm of my Heart - Brett

"Come on Y/N, you can do this!" You tried to encourage yourself, but it wasn't helping much. You sat on the ground, having another stretch.

You reached out to your foot, stretching your back and leg.

You got back up and played your song on the iPhone audio speaker.

'I Can't Feel My Face." From the Weekend was playing.

It was an upbeat remix of the original, which was great because you needed to work on your pop dance routine.

You worked with a group that praised you as their 'captain', voting that you should take the solo.

You danced, incorporating moves that matched with the beat.

"One, two, three, four.." You swung your arms back, moving your feet front.

You were proud of your choreography so far, but there was one part you wanted to include that required another person.

You just couldn't get it right, you tried to do the move by yourself, but that plan flunked. You didn't want to change the routine, but you wanted to include that dance. You sighed, fingers ran through your hair.

It was dark, but you had all access to the dance studio after 6. There was only little time until the competition that your team was competing for started. You were a proud representative of Beacon Prep Dance Academy. It was a 5 star school located in between the two schools, Beacon Hills and Devenford Prep.

You were home schooled, so you were able to attend Beacon Prep more often than the others. You were the type of student that would work hard for what they deserved and wanted. You had your mind set on the prize, a scholarship to your preferred college if you won best solo or duo dance. If your whole team won, that would mean performing on 'So You Think You Can Dance." You were glad you were getting far in your dreams, becoming famous and attending the best performing arts college in America.

You decided to dance the routine so far one last time before heading out. You were determined to make the dance right.

You locked the dance studio, walking out in the halls and downstairs to the exit. You opened the door and found a boy leaning against the brick wall of your school. The street light shining on his face from the car park.

You walked closer to your car, close to where the boy was resting. You had recognized the face when you were about to open your car door.

"Of course it had to be you, Brett Talbot." You rolled your eyes.

You did not like the boy, he was just as annoying as the fact that he was so gorgeous. If you were being honest to yourself, you may have had a tiny crush on him. The blonde fluffy hair along with his sea blue eyes and smile was the only thing you liked about him. His personality sucked though, he was self centered and a snob. He got everything he wanted handed to him like dirt. He didn't even have to try. You heard a soft chuckle.

"Hey there control freak." You stared into his eyes, frowning.

"Shut up, what are you doing here?" You asked.

You didn't hate him, you just didn't like him that much. I guess you could call it frenemies. Competitive frenemies. You both would insult each other's dancing to lower their self-esteem. You knew it wasn't the mature thing to do, but the fact that you were making Brett second his dance moves made you satisfied. You two were the best dancers in the school, and he would have done anything to make you the worst. You had to admit though, he was a pretty talented dancer.