Animal I Have Become

[Rowan Booker]

Numb, that's all he could feel was numb. And at times, he felt angry. Horribly angry like he'd been made a terrible fool of. It hadn't even been completely out in the public. He'd told Lucy, and God knew who Alex told. He didn't want to be angry with Alex because things just hadn't worked between them. It was natural for things like this to happen, but that didn't make him feel any better. In fact, he felt worse. Worse than he had even before because now, he felt weak and like he would never be able to retrieve that equilibrium he'd had before. The equilibrium of just whoring around for fun and not being completely opposed to anything else happening. But now that he was hurt and angry, well, he didn't quite know what was going to happen.

In most cases of frustration or doubt, he went to the auditorium and danced because that was just what felt right to him. He'd made it through the dance season, somehow managing to stay on the team, but he didn't know if he'd be able to get back on it next year if the coach noted him failing. She wouldn't be too thrilled. It didn't matter though, he'd continue to dance even if it wasn't with all of his friends. Besides, half the girls he danced with were half of those girls that were up Alex's ass and thought him to be some adorable little perfect thing. He didn't need them blaming him for anything that Alex was going through now. It would only make him angry and he'd turn into the guy that'd he worked so hard to be rid of.

IPod in hand, Rowan walked up the steps and onto the stage, his eyes were dead, his body tense and he placed it on the docking station. After warming up a little he flipped to a song he'd been choreographing to and took his position on the stage. All he could hope for was that no one interrupted him because he wouldn't be the same carefree, snarky Rowan everyone expected. Hell, he didn't even know what he expected to be. The song began and he threw himself into the routine, his anger making the dancing passionate and intense, the song only adding to it.

[Sawyer Lynn]

Sawyer was just leaving the detention hall, intending to cut through the auditorium, when she heard some interesting beats coming from her shortcut. Pulling down her perpetually attached headphones to hang on her neck, Sawyer moved further into the backstage, peeking behind the curtain.

Recognising the guy on the stage as the guy she almost worked with at the now defunct gentleman's club, Sawyer froze a bit where she stood when she recognised just how aggressive his moves were. It didn't take away the artistry however, the voice mimic noted as she stared at how fluidly his body moved.

Could someone be completely turned on by dancing? Because Sawyer was.

"Jesus, boy. You move like what silk feels." She finally voiced out with a smirk.

[Rowan Booker]

When he heard someone call out, Rowan stopped and was just about to flip shit, but then he saw who it was. Sawyer Lynn, also known as his former co-worker before the club went to shit. Also known as his best friend's other best friend. He'd spoken to her a handful of times and was pleasantly surprised each time to find out she wasn't some stupid bitch or anything.

Sweat covered his chest and his face was red from the activity. His hair sticking up in each direction made him look a little crazy he imagined, but it didn't matter. He wasn't trying to impress anybody. He was just dancing.

"Comin' onto me already, Lynn? Damn, and here I thought you weren't easy," He found himself smirking the slightest bit as he walked towards where he'd left his shirt and a towel. Rowan picked up the towel and covered his face to wipe the sweat off and to keep it from running down into his eyes.

Rowan looked back at her, "So what brings you to the auditorium?"

[Sawyer Lynn]

Raising an eyebrow at his response, Sawyer rolled her eyes. "Boy, I am easy. People just don't seem to get that." Feigning disappointment, she crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head.

"Well, it's always been my dream to sneak up on a sweaty dancer releasing his pent up frustrations on stage. I guess today's just my lucky day." She gave him a sweet smile before the smirk came back full force.

She let her eyes roam all over his exposed body, not caring that she may look like a creep in doing so. He looked good, she didn't want him to think she didn't appreciate it. "How about you? Girl stand you up?" She asked, completely unaware of his sexual orientation.

[Rowan Booker]

"My bad, I'll be sure to start remembering the ease of which it is to get into your pants," Rowan smiled. She was funny, more entertaining than most people that tried to hold a conversation with him. No wonder Lucy was friends with her.

Arching an eyebrow, he snorted. Interesting, very interesting and sort of creepy, but hey, whatever floated her boat. He couldn't say he blamed her for wanting to sneak up on a hot sweaty, angry guy. He'd do that too. Maybe he needed some hot sweaty people to make him feel better. "You know what would make this better? If you were in minimal clothing, sweaty and angry. It makes for great sex if you're already sweating, ya know? Easier movement against each other and all," He winked and laughed a bit.

"Not this time," He sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "Lame as it's going to sound, I just got back from Boston trying to get over my first heartbreak. Agh, that's just pathetic sounding."