Te Volveré Loca...
Chapter synopsis: Dani finds out you've infiltrated her dance classes thanks to a certain Hawaiian and finds herself distracted when your dance partner gets a little too close for comfort. You approach her for a late night lesson and realise you're in a lot deeper than you expected to be.
a/n: GUESS WHOS BACKKKKK 😝
Warnings: Use of Y/N, I know nothing about dancing so info might not make sense
3. Flirting or Fighting?
Daniela was, quite frankly, worried about the amount of caffeine she had been ingesting in the past few weeks.
The Latina was sat in a lecture hall, her professors words landing on deaf ears as she stared at the coffee cup sitting on her desk. It was similar to the coffee she had found in her room that one fateful night.
The one where she had tried to take you out with a stuffed dog.
She narrowed her eyes at the cup, re-reading the same stupid joke written on it for the tenth time that morning. Even after all the times she had read it it still managed to make her crack a small, poorly hidden smile.
You'd gotten far better at drawing cats, and in turn, had gotten a lot better at writing the small messages you left her. The first few days were torturus attempts at jokes and horribly placed jabs that left Daniela rolling her eyes and seriously considering throwing the plastic cup and its contents in the nearest bin. It took about a week for it to get better. Either that or you were starting to grow on her.
She wasn't sure either was a comforting thought.
"So, care to fill me in on why you've been staring at this cup for the past thirty minutes?"
Daniela's eyes snapped up to Lara's at the Indians words, her hand instinctively reaching out to turn the cup in front of her, hiding the small message written on it.
"Nothing. Just zoned out." She coughed, returning her hands to their original position on her desk once she was sure Lara wouldn't be able to see the strokes of ink.
The ravenette raised her eyebrows, letting Daniela ruminate in the silence that her poor excuse had caused.
Daniela recoiled, throwing her hands up. "What? I just ended up zoning out!" She puffed out, turning her gaze back to the front of the lecture hall. "I was um-" She narrowed her eyes at the whiteboard, trying to discern the topic the proffesor was currently covering. "-just thinking about... statistics..?" She muttered out quietly.
Lara hummed, elbow placed firmly on the table as she rested her head onto her palm. "Right... the topic we finished ten minutes ago?" She kissed her teeth, glancing at the board briefly before turning back to the Latina.
"You must really be struggling with it huh?"
Daniela rolled her eyes, relaxing back into her chair and crossing her arms over her chest as Lara leaned over to inspect the coffee cup and its contents.
"What? Some barista got a little crush on you or something?" She teased, studying the little doodles covering the cup with a shit-eating grin on her face. Lara already had an idea of where the coffee and its messages were coming from but she liked watching Daniela try and cover up just how much it was affecting her.
"No. Its Y/N."
Lara whistled, placing the coffee cup back down between the two of them and grinning at the Latina. "Wow, really? You've been getting these every day since we started the semester, that's some dedication." She teased, leaning back onto her palm.
Daniela puffed out a sigh, turning her eyes back to the proffesor writing equations down onto the board. "Yeah, sure." She dismissed, trying to actually be productive for once in the lesson and listen to what the professor was saying.
"Just saying... I wouldn't exactly blow that much money on someone I didn't care about." Lara shrugged, watching Daniela's eye twitch. "Coffee's expensive. Especially this fancy kind." She pushed, sitting up straight and nudging the Latinas shoulder with her own.
Daniela scoffed, glancing at Lara with a flat look on her face. "Spending money on someone doesn't show your intentions." She spoke with a flat tone, watching as the professor wrapped up the lesson, allowing all the students to begin packing their belongings up and leave the lecture hall.
"They'll have to do a lot more than this."
Lara hummed in thought, following after Daniela and packing up what little stationary she had set out on her desk. "Well... if you don't want the free coffee everyday..." She grinned, reaching over for the cup sat between the two of them. "I'll gladly take over."
Daniela snatched the cup before Lara could wrap her fingers around it and promptly turned on her heel to make her way out of the hall, blending into the crowd of students making their way to the exit.
Lara smirked, throwing her bag onto her shoulder and following the crowd. "Thought so." She muttered softly to herself, letting Daniela get ahead to her next lesson. They didn't share the period together so she decided she'd give the girl time to ruminate with her thoughts.
Before she interrogated her later tonight that is.
"Remind me why I'm here again."
Megan turned to you with a grin plastered on her face, placing her duffel bag into an empty corner of the studio as she spoke. "Because you just love me so much and you want to help!" She spoke with so much excitement that you almost felt bad for having doubts about this.
Almost.
"Megan, I can't dance." You deadpanned, placing your own duffel bag beside hers and following her into the middle of the room, suddenly feeling very self-concious in front of the wall of mirrors that stood a few feet away from you.
The Hawaiian's face softened, taking a step toward you and placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I know, that's why I'm going to help." She smiled softly, squeezing your shoulder gently as you gave her an unsure look.
"We can practice every day to get you up to speed. The club just needed a couple extra members to keep up, and well... you were the only person I could think of."
You deadpanned at the girls words, placing your hands onto your hips and narrowing your eyes at her. "Oh, so I was a 'last resort' kinda thing?" You questioned, raising a brow at the shorter girl.
Megan took a step back, dropping her hand back to her side and giving you a nervous smile. "Kinda..." She suddenly jumped forward when you brought your hands up to rub at your temples, muttering curses under your breath.
"But! You're a friend and I could really use help from a friend right now!"
You crossed your arms over your chest, giving the Hawaiian a skeptical look. You'd barely ever danced in the years you'd been alive and when you had it'd been fueled by liquid courage and promptly forgotten about before the embarrassment could swallow you whole. The puppy eyes Megan gave you were cracking at your resolve but you were still uncertain.
"Besides... Dani will be here..."
Megan watched as you tensed up at her words, eyes going wide. She quickly jumped in before you could open your mouth to speak. "What better way to get on her good side than getting into something she loves? Think about it now..." She grinned, crossing her arms over her chest and looking quite proud of herself.
You raised an eyebrow. "Or I mess it up horribly and make her hate me for fucking up something she cares about." You grumbled, posture slouching slightly at even just the thought of that happening.
As much as you loved getting on Danielas nerves fucking up something she had trained years for wasn't an appealing thought. You shuddered at the anger you imagined she would show you.
"Okay... fair- but there's no better way to show someone you care than putting effort into something they enjoy right?" Megan sounded a bit unsure but her words were slowly slithering into the cracks of your resolve.
She knew they were too.
"Plus... you could ask her to help you learn too."
"Fine."
Megan nearly knocked you onto your ass with the hug she gave you, practically launching herself into your arms and knocking her head into the bottom of your jaw. Despite the pain it was nice to see her so happy and be the cause of it.
"Alright, alright... can you just give me a rundown so I dont make a fool of myself when everyone else gets here?"
The Hawaiian gave you a cheeky smile as she pulled back, taking a few steps back and turning on her heel so she was facing the wall of mirrors before you. "Of course!" She exclaimed, gesturing for you to fall into step beside her.
"But first: stretches."
You pushed the second thoughts you were having about this into the back of your head as you followed Megan's lead, albeit far less graceful and smooth with your movements.
You had spent the next ten minutes doing some elementary warmups and stretches, enough to loosen up your joints and muscles without tiring you out too much. It was easy enough but the pit in your stomach grew with every second that passed knowing you'd be getting into the actual dancing soon.
"That should do it. Let me walk you through some simple exercises so you aren't taking a shot in the dark when Sohey gets here."
Megan's cheery tone did little to ease your anxiety but you watched her carefully anyway, mind set on at least not looking like a complete bum in front of the whole club when they arrived. You were silently grateful Megan had robbed your free period to get you prepared beforehand.
Despite your willingness to learn there were still occasional grumbles and protests that fell from your pursed lips, much to your Chinese counterparts amusement.
"You're making it sound like im forcing you to defuse an active bomb."
"Im convinced I'd be better at that actually."
Megan snorted at your flat tone, watching you crumble onto the floor in a heap, chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. "Okay, maybe you need a break to refresh your mental.." She muttered, collapsing next to you.
"My physical too actually."
While you had been fairly active in the gym for majority of your life cardio had never really been a strong suit of yours. Your enjoyment of it wasn't exactly strong either.
"You're dramatic."
You rolled your eyes at the Hawaiian, trying to focus instead on steading your breathing, lifting your arms over your head in an attempt to open up your lungs further. "I'm realistic." You muttered through puffs of breath, grimacing at the sweat sticking your shirt to your back.
You understood why dancers found creative ways to barely wear their shirt now.
After a couple more minutes of deep breathing and steady conversation you and Megan jumped back into her simple drills. In hindsight, you would've let the break run shorter if you knew who'd be walking in just a few moments later.
Daniela was equally as surprised (maybe a little disturbed) to see you posted up beside Megan, body moving stiffly and downright unnaturally with your shirt hanging loosely from your neck.
"Why are you here."
You paused, locking eyes with the Latina through the mirror and throwing her a smirk despite your initial shock. "Hello to you too Dani." You hummed, turning on your heel so you could face her fully, bringing up the shirt hanging from your neck to wipe the sweat beading on your forehead.
The confidence to act like a k-drama love interest was surprising but then again Daniela had that effect on you.
"Y/N's joining the dance club! We just needed a few extra students so I pulled some strings."
Daniela's eyes stayed locked on you despite Megan's words, perfectly sculpted brows narrowing as you shot her a cheeky grin, hands planted firmly on your hips.
"And you couldn't have gotten anyone else?"
Megan spared the curly-haired girl an awkward grin, shifting her weight onto her other foot. "Sorry, everyone else said no..." She mumbled out, brown eyes falling to the floor as you recoiled beside her.
"Hey! Dont apologize, I'm a joy to have around."
Your matter-of-fact tone made Daniela grimace as she dropped her duffel bag into the growing pile in the corner. "Definitely not a joy to watch dance though." She grumbled, shedding her hoodie and leaving your mouth dry of any response you could've conjured up.
Megan coughed and elbowed you in the side, forcing your lingering eyes to her as you flinched. "Well, better than nothing right?" She spoke sheepishly, fending off the light slap you threw her way in retaliation.
"With some practice they'll be right as rain!"
Daniela hummed, circling you like a lion scoping out its prey. "A lot of practice you mean." She scoffed, looking back at the Hawaiian when you shot her a smirk.
"Potatoe, potato." Megan shrugged, watching the Latina begin a few light stretches. "Practice is practice, they'll get better." She hummed, sending you a soft smile that immediately fell into a flat look when she noticed you subtly shamelessly staring at the Latina.
Before she could open her mouth to make a retort a small group of her fellow dancers entered the room and with that introductions and greetings started.
Daniela thought it was pitiful watching you try to socialize. It was even more pitiful watching you try to get the dance right for your partners sake.
You'd all been split up into pairs once Sohey arrived, tasked with a simple dance that meshed both you and your partner together. It left the two of you close. Something standard in dancing but something that probably looked intimate from the outside looking in.
Something you definitely needed to get used to.
You stiffened up when your front pressed uncomfortably close to your partners back, hands floating awkwardly above her waist like you were unsure whether you were allowed to touch her or not.
Sohey paused, watching your tense form from the mirror and quickly calling for everyone to stop. "Is there a problem L/N?" He questioned, tone pointed but not rude.
You locked eyes with the older man through the mirror, missing your partners amused smile as you puffed out a reply. "No- no, sorry. Just... getting used to this." You mumbled out, taking a step back from your partner and puffing out a shaky breath.
Whether it was from the anxiety or physical exercise you weren't sure.
Sohey offered you a comforting smile through the mirror, hands coming up to rest on his hips. "That's not a problem, we've got a lot of newbies here, you aren't alone." He stated softly, eyes flickering around the room at the different faces staring back at him, a mix of anxiety, fatigue and indifference.
"It's a lot to get used to borderline grinding on or against someone you barely know." He joked, earning a courus of laughs and snorts from the students in the room.
You spared him a laugh, the tips of your ears burning slightly in embarrassment. "Yeah... but I'll get used to it! Sorry again." You mumbled out, locking eyes with your partner briefly before taking a deep breath and giving Sohey a nod.
The older man grinned at you before clapping and starting the count once again, eyes flickering around at the students as you ran through the moves once more.
You'd been going through the first few moves at a slow pace, enough to get you familiar and allow your muscle memory to begin soaking in the new movements. You'd been making mistakes left and right but you were glad not to be the only one that was new to this.
The club seemed to have a lot of new students, equally as clueless and awkward. Each of the newbies had been paried with a more experienced member of the club, likely to help you all learn from them and gain more insight on what you were doing wrong.
You were silently grateful that your partner had the paitence of a saint.
"Fuck, sorry-"
Fumbling the same move for what felt like the tenth time now was starting to feel humbling and saying sorry for the tenth time now was starting to make you feel like you were being a nuisance to the poor woman stuck with you.
Despite your horror and embarrassment your partner simply smiled at you, placing a comforting hand onto your bicep and giving it a soft squeeze. "It's okay! It's a tough move to get down." She laughed softly, moving back into the position and guiding you with careful movements and undivided attenrion.
You followed carefully, eyebrows furrowing in concentration, following her intstructions as closely as you could.
In your concentration you missed Danielas narrowed eyes piercing into the side of your head from across the room.
The class had been allowed a five minute break, allowing the Latina to watch you and your partner squeeze in a little extra practice time to try and get you up to speed. She'd been watching you since she broke from her bumbling partner, a nervous and shaky girl that, bless her heart, was trying her best not to piss off the already agitated Latina.
Megan had been eating this up.
"Y/N made a new friend huh?"
Daniela glanced at the grinning Hawaiian as she slid up next to her, voice sweet and sugary as she nodded toward you and your partner. "They seem comfy." She hummed, bringing her waterbottle up to her lips and taking a small sip through her grin.
The Latina hummed, turning around to grab her own waterbottle from the floor. "Yeah, they're perfect for eachother. They're both annoying and try too hard." She puffed out, forcing herself not to look back at the two of you as she heard your laugh ring out through the room.
Megan grinned, nudging the girls shoulder with her own and waggling her eyebrows. "Is that jealousy I hear?" She sing-songed, watching Dani's eyes roll back with practiced ease.
"No. I'm happy actually, they have someone else to annoy."
Sohey called that the break was over before Megan could push anymore, something Daniela silently thanked him for.
Dealing with her partners torturus dance skills was far better than dealing with Megan's unhinged teasing, even if she had to deal with it for the next thirty minutes. Safe to say, by the end of the session the Latina was pissed off and maybe even a little hangry after all the physical exercise.
It didn't help seeing your dance partner run up to you after the dance session had ended with a bright grin and a pep in her step.
"That last run was a lot smoother, good job!"
You offered a small smile to the brunette, pulling your shirt back down over your arms properly as you thanked her. "Thanks, your tips helped out a lot. I'm getting a little more used to it." You hummed, throwing your duffel bag over your shoulder in preparation to leave the studio.
"Maybe I could help you practice a little outside of club times? I could get your number and we can arrange a schedule." Bless her for being sweet and wanting to help you but you were wary about new people. Especially when they were as outgoing as she was. Call it rude but you were cautious.
You offered the shorter girl a small smile, shifting the weight on your duffel bag on your shoulder. "Sorry, I don't really give my number out to people I don't know that well." You replied sheepishly, stuffing your waterbottle into an empty side pocket on your bag.
The brunettes smile didn't waver. "That's okay, I get it. Maybe we can work on getting to know eachother?" She suggested, sticking her hand out for you to shake.
"I'm Bea."
Before you could respond and introduce yourself properly a shoulder roughly collided with yours as a head of curly, bleached hair swept past you. Your eyes briefly followed the Latina as she briskly made her way out of the studio, missing the amused smile playing on your lips.
"Y/N."
Daniela went through the remainder of her classes cooling down from the surprisingly frustrating dance class, barely focusing on her classes and messing around with the now empty coffee cup she had been carrying around the whole day.
That followed her when she sat down at home to complete some notes and homework she needed to finish. She'd type out a line of text, stare at the cup for a moment, replaying your obnoxious laugh in her head before realizing what she was doing and try to focus on the task at hand.
This cycle repeated for what felt like hours. Or at least until a knock broke her out of her loop.
"Come in." She called out as she turned the music playing from her phone down slightly, eyes flicking toward the door when it creaked open.
Her eyes narrowed when your head popped through the small crack, annoyingly cheery grin planted firmly on your slightly chapped lips. You had one hand planted firmly on the doorhandle, pushing it open a few inches as if you were entering the cage of a wild animal.
"Are you going to throw more stuffed animals at me or can I step out from behind my barrier?"
The Latina raised an eyebrow, swiveling her chair around to face you and leaning back against the soft faux leather. "Depends on how stupid the next words that come out of your mouth are." She stated simply, resting her hands on her knees as they pulled up to her chest.
You hummed, studying the room for a moment before you looked back at her, finally stepping out from behind the door and closing it behind you with a soft click.
"Well, I was gonna ask if you were willing to help me polish up today's choreo."
Daniela watched your eyes flicker around the room as you spoke, idly toying with the rings decorating your fingers. She bit back the smirk threatening to break it's way onto her face.
It was nice to finally have the upperhand on a scenario where she could cause hell for you.
She zoned back onto your face when you continued, your eyes flicking back to hers with a hint of uncertainty layered under faux confidence and indifference. "I'm just not getting it down and I think it'd be easier with a partner. It's weird imagining the air is someone..." You grimaced, one hand coming up to scratch at your neck slightly.
Daniela hummed, tilting her head to the side slightly, something that made you visibly swallow. "Maybe." She stated simply, her tone and face flat as she swiveled her chair to face her laptop once again.
"I have work to finish though."
"I can wait."
She paused at the instant response, fingers freezing on the keyboard for a fraction of a second before she cleared her throat and got back to work. "Don't bother me." She mumbled, the soft clacking of her keys filling the room.
You took that as a sign to sink into the beanbag in the corner of her room, eyes studying the lively room before you got bored and pulled out your phone, turning the sound down so as not to bother the Latina sat a few feet away from you.
Daniela lasted about five minutes before she got antsy.
Your eyes flickered up instantly when she suddenly pushed herself from the desk and stood up, shutting her laptop a little more forcefully than intended.
She swiftly turned on one heel to face you, giving you an expectant look as you stared up at her, lounging lazily on the white blob beneath you. "Get up." She commanded, stepping into the middle of the room.
It was almost amusing how quickly you stood up, throwing your phone onto the beanbag and walking up to her, leaving about a foot of space between the two of you. You didn't say a single thing, something Daniela liked more than she thought she would.
"What part of the choreography are you struggling with?"
You gave her a sheepishly grin, shifting your weight onto one foot. "Like... everything..?" You mumbled out weekly, almost feeling like you were bleeding in front of a hungry shark.
The Latina rolled her eyes, stepping closer and bringing you in with firm hands. "We'll take it from the top then. Slowly." She grumbled, tone impossibly soft due to the proximity the two of you were sharing.
She quietly positioned in front of you, trying to ignore the hammering she could feel in your chest as you pressed up against her.
She couldn't tell if it was your heart or hers.
"You're stiff, relax."
You puffed out a breath, readjusting your grip and attempting to into the Latinas body as she positioned your hands on her waist, your skin burning as it made contact with hers.
"Why didn't you just ask Megan to help you?"
You barely caught the girls words, fingers twitching against the fabric of her shirt as you swallowed, eyes flickering to the side of her head. "Tried to. She said she was having an early night." You mumbled, shifting your footing slightly.
The Latina huffed, adjusting her own footing and pressing impossibly closer to your front. "Why not Bea? You two seemed pretty close, no?" She questioned, hand firm on your forearm as she repositioned it.
You bit back a smirk as her nails dug into your skin. "Don't know her well enough for that." You hummed, mouth moving closer to the Latinas ear, strands of bleached hair tickling at your face as you spoke.
"And you know me well?"
"I know you're the best dancer in the club."
The Latina dug her teeth into her bottom lip, the skin your breath was ghosting against heating up. She unknowingly tightened her grip on your forearm, nails leaving dents in the soft flesh. "Flattery will get you nowhere." She sighed out, eyes flickering to the side and meeting yours.
"Got me here, didn't it?"
Daniela managed to let out a shaky laugh, nudging your feet into a better position in an attempt to focus her mind on teaching you the dance choero. "You'll be somewhere six-feet underground if you keep breathing on me like youre asthmatic." She deflected, releasing her grip on your arm and allowing her muscles to loosen up.
She pretended she wasn't satisfied with the marks she left in her wake.
"Let's get started."
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