Dinner Date?

Charlene POV

‘’We have just a week to the competition,’’ I shouted at Zenobia and Jackson as they were not getting their steps right. I laughed at them when they tripped on top of each other and scolded them when they missed their steps.

‘’it’s not just in order,’’ Zenobia groaned and grabbed a bottle of water from the freezer on the right side of the room. She gulped the water and then heaved a deep sigh. ‘’what the hell are we supposed to do right now?’’ she asked. ‘’just like you said, we have a week to the first round and here we have achieved nothing. What are we supposed to do now?’’ she asked.

I rubbed my forehead and looked at Jackson who was laying on the ground and staring at himself in the mirror. ‘’what do you think can be done, Jackson?’’ I asked him.

He heaved a deep sigh and didn’t say anything for a moment. ‘’maybe Zenobia and I are not compatible enough and we shouldn’t be dancing together. I mean it was your idea before so why the hell should we…..’’ he paused wh