DANCE BULLY

Chapter 2: The Instructor Forces Us Alone and the Tension Becomes Unbearable

The next class is pure torture.

Riley’s eyes never leave me. Every correction, every formation, she finds a way to make it personal. When I miss a transition, she’s right there.

“God, Emily, are you even trying?” she calls out loud enough for the whole team to hear. “Some of us actually care about looking professional.”

My face burns. I nail the next eight counts perfectly, but she still finds fault. “Your arms are sloppy. Fix it.”

I catch her staring at my body when she thinks I’m not looking — my ass when I turn,...