Love's A Bitch

Chapter 7

-------------------> Stella Myers

A/N: Well here is chapter 7 of Ballet Slippers and Boxing Gloves. Sorry I didn’t update sooner it’s just I was trying to get some help but that failed miserably. but i don’t mind. I’m not a picky person....i am totally fine...but I am glad that people are reading my book...I have over 200 readers....i know it’s not much compared to what other books are getting but o me it’s a lot and I really appreciate it more than you know. I would also like some comments or feedback on how I am doing and what I can improve. 

Amara’s POV

I woke up with my head pounding and the continuos ringing of my phone was not helping what so ever.  I slowly lift my head from the cold marble floor. I took in my surroundings and groaned, Dad was so going to kill me. The house was trashed with bottles, cigarette butts, feather boas and whatnot. I spotted Fillipa not far from where i lay, she was face down on the couch with one leg hanging over the top of the couch and the other resting on the seat. 

I groped my way around the clutter of bottles and clothes until i felt the vibrating of my phone in hand. I answered it and my blood ran cold as the person on the other end spoke.

" Marley, you've been ignoring my calls," Adam breathed.

"It's Amara to you" I spat. I rose up from the cold floor, grabbed a blanket and draped it over my sleeping friend. I then made my way to the kitchen in search for some Advil.

"It never bothered you before,so why should it bother you now?" he asked with a chuckle. " Oh and by the way I think you look very sexy in that outfit. Who knew you were the type to wear only panties and a shirt."

I removed the phone from my ear and gaped at it. I stared at it for a while before hurling it to the wall with all my strength and watching it shatter into to tiny  pieces. I opened the bottle of Advil and poured out three pills and swallowed them. I glanced around the kitchen and swore under my breath as I caught sight of the clock on the wall. 

I was out on the road in a matter of minutes. I stared at the clock on the dashboard and prayed to God I wasn't too late for the dance classes. It was the first lesson of the year and I was late by ten minutes. The sign for Cloverfield Dance Academy came into view as I pulled up the parking lot. I dashed out of the car and into the building. 

I said a quick hello to Martha the receptionist.

"Don't worry Amara some of the students are only just arriving now," she said. I threw her a grateful smile and pushed open the doors to the studio. I looked around and saw that Martha was indeed correct. The girls in front of me looked as if they had only just started changing. I clapped my hands three times to get their attention.

"Alright, good afternoon ladies. I am your dance instructor Amara Mason and welcome to your first class of ballet. Ok, now how many of you have had any dance experience?" A number of hands shot up and I was impressed. Before I continued Stella burst throught the doors huffing and puffing.

"Sorry I'm late Amara," her face was red and her ballet bun was falling out of place apart from that she looked like a ballerina. Just looking at her reminded me of her stupid idiotic brother Reed Myers. I shook the thought of him out of my head and smiled at Stella.

"It's fine, we haven't even started," I turned my attention to the class, "All right girls, let's get dressed and then we can start." They all murmured ok and continued dressing up. I walked to my office and put my bag down. I took out the stockings and rolled them up, then came the navy blue leotard. I pulled up the leotards' band up my waist and slipped on my ballet slippers. I was about to start putting my hair up when a knock interrupted me.