Teach Me To Tango

Sincere is arrogant, a clown, and…annoyingly fine. And, I can’t stand him.

We’ve worked in the same dance studio for years, and every time we cross paths, it’s enough to make me sick to my stomach. He knows how much he bothers me. I know he does, which is why he picks at me the most—it’s fun for him. Weirdo.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, we’re forced to work together for a competition that could make or break the studio.

Why us? Ugh. More like, why me?

I guess we do make a good pair. Only with dance, though. Once he opens his mouth, it’s all downhill again.

What am I supposed to do?