That Girl (Part 2)

Chapter 1

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"Stiles just chill out for five seconds." Haylie sighed as she stared out the windshield onto the new unfamiliar town. Her fingers twiddling with the necklace around her neck. "I'll be fine. I just got here, and I'll call you when I'm on my way home. Why are you so obsessed with me?"

She smiled when she could practically feel her brothers eye roll through the phone. "It's not me. Dad keeps asking about tonight. He said we could do it tomorrow?" She shook her head even though he couldn't see her.

"What did you tell him?" her eyes drifted to the shop across the street that she had driven for 2 hours to get to.

"Just that some new dance shop opened up and you needed some new tights."

She couldn't help her laugh. "And he just went with that?"

Stiles chuckled a little back. "I think he's just happy that you're back at the studio."

It had taken another few days before Haylie found the courage to walk into the ballet studio. Dana and the other girls had taken one look at her and welcoming her back by making a space at the bar. She didn't apologise to Dana, but when her strict instructor forced a small smile she knew she was sorry too.

So, Haylie had been back to her routine in the studio. Dancing for 5 hours every Saturday and Sunday. 3 hours after school, 3 days a week. But it was the sessions with Dan every night that didn't let her sleep until after midnight.

"So, dinner?" Stiles pushed when she didn't reply.

"Yeah, I'll be there. I have to go but I'll call you when I'm on my way home."

She hung up and threw her phone in her little brown bag before climbing out of her car. There was still enough of a chill in the air that she reached into the backseat and pulled on her long cream trench over her navy dress. Whatever she was trying to delay by double checking her car was locked before crossing the street she didn't know.

The street was filled with shops that all looked like they had been there for decades, the smell of the harbour thick in the air even though she couldn't see it and hadn't seen it on her drive through.

The roads were quiet for a Saturday but she checked her phone as she crossed over seeing it was only 10am. When she saw the open sign on the oak door, she was relieved that she hadn't been too eager.

The bell chimed as she walked in, the wood floor creaking from her footsteps, alerting the old man sat behind a desk. "Good morning." He smiled, she smiled back as he gently shut his book and took off his glasses, placing them on the desk. "Can I help you?"

Haylie took a look around the bookshelves and cabinets and shook her head. "I'm just looking for the moment, thank you."

The man, probably in his 60's chuckled and stood from the desk, shoving his hands in the brown corduroy trousers. His hair was grey but still relatively thick and he had a face that screamed kindness. "Nobody just browsers here. What can I do for you?"

She sighed and looked again to the bookshelves, not really knowing what she was looking for. She took a step deeper into the store, pushing the fallen hair back behind her ear that had fallen from her ponytail. "Do you have a copy of little red riding hood? The original?"