Until you come Back to me

Maybe (Part 2)

Maybe

      Sean remained standing and staring at Taylour. Dressed in a gray T-shirt and black sweatpants with his black New York snap back on, he came ready for class. All eyes were on them and Taylour hadn't cared, she just didn't want him there. Can't I just be alone for once, damn? She thought to herself.

"Hello Sean, so glad that you could join us. Please feel free to get comfortable with your partner." Pierce said.

"Don't mind if I do," he said smiling sitting behind Taylour with his legs open and her between them. Sean's demeanor changed from angry to annoyingly chipper. He was going to enjoy every moment of this class because he knew the exercises that it entailed. He would enjoy Taylour being left with no choice but to participate. Once this was over he would deal with her for not telling him about the class. She honestly thought she was slick to keep it from him yet she put it on the calendar to remind herself. Nice way of keeping it a secret he thought sarcastically.

Sitting with nothing but a pillow between his front and her back she could still feel the heat from his body. Taylour didn't want to be that close to the man who said such hurtful things to her just hours ago. When her shoulders fell against his chest, she quickly scooted forward and he quickly followed suit and scooted with her. She scooted left and so did he. She went right and so did he. They moved so much on the hardwood floors that the friction was becoming hot on their bottoms. Sean reached for her shoulders pulling her to him to whisper in her ear.

"Where you go I go." She sucked her teeth and attempted to elbow him in the stomach. Pierce cleared her throat, she had never seen them like this. It was baffling like they were disgusted strangers.

Since Taylour wanted to be childish so would he.

"Excuse me, teacher..." He called out raising his hand. "My partner is very hostile and uncooperative. Frankly, it's hurting my feelings." He batted his long lashes. Taylour looked over her shoulders and rolled her eyes. She leaned over to push off her knees and get away from him but he gripped her hips pulling her into his lap.

"Let go of me!"She screamed trying to peel his fingers off her skin.

"See what I mean?" he said innocently as Taylour kicked, screamed, and wiggled to free herself from his grip.

"You guys calm down, please," Pierce plead.

"Get off me, Sean. I'm not playing with you. For real stop playing." She wiggled but it did no good he wouldn't release her.

"See, Pierce, what I have to deal with? How can I help someone who acts like they don't even want my help?"

Pushing out of his grip Taylour spoke. "I don't need your help. Maybe if I had less of your help, I would not be in this situation in the first place."

"I know that's right!" The woman on a nearby mat said as her husband's neck snapped in her direction. The women around her gave their shares of mmm-hmmm's.

"I'm sure it takes two to make a baby and I didn't know you screaming my name was a translation for stop. All I remember was ahh Daddy don't stop, don't stop!'" Sean said, mocking her.

"Yep, that's them always mad after the fact. Like it's all your fault their feet are swollen or having hot flashes." Another soon-to-be father chimed in. The men nodded in agreement.

"It is your fault!" The women said in unison and the whole room erupted into outbursts of couples arguing. Taylour looked at Sean.

"Do you see what your big mouth ass did? Why are you even here Sean, damn?"