In the Shadows - DIVERGENT HIGH

Chapter 9

We start off with a couple of simple barre exercises before moving into the centre for the adage, port de bras and such like. The music ripples as I raise my leg into an arabesque, pivot so that I face the side and sink low into a ponche before unfolding and rising up onto demi pointe. Then I perform a double pirouette ending in and arabesque which I fouette around to start again on the other side. As well as performing these complicated steps, I try to perform it, letting every muscle work and every movement flow with fluidity but still maintaining precision, if you know what I mean.

The port de bras, in comparison, is too simple so this is where I really work on my presentation. Next are the allegros. The steps aren't too difficult but I try to land them with as much daintiness and as little sound as possible.
We finish with a pirouette enchenment which is really difficult for me. We have to do fouette pirouettes, pose pirouettes, double pose pirouettes, soutenoes, shenes and many more variations of turns which I try my best to not be apalling at.

We do a little bit of pointe work before the hour is up and I move onto Jazz. This is where I really have to impress : this is his specialist area. In the lesson, we are put in partners to do some choreography and improvisational work which is great fun but entirely exhausting because Jazz is very upbeat, fast and energetic and I don't like to dance by half.

After that I have a dinner break where I get out my couscous and chickpea salad and wolf it down. I re fill my slightly leaking water bottle and go through to modern. We do a simple warm up of step bull changes and scissor leaps when I remember that Susan is here so I offer to pair up with her and show her the ropes a little bit. We stretch our muscles and do the splits and bridge. Susan already knows that I havr a flexible back but it doesn't preven her from being surprised when I can actually fit my whole head in between my legs from behind. We then do trust excersises with Susan so that she can become fully part of our group. We all end up in a laughing heap on the floor by the end of the lesson. It's the first time that I have truly been happy.

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At school

"That was really good last night Beatrice. I am impressed. In a few weeks, we'll be having a talent competition and I am expecting you to enter." Coach Amar enthused.
"Then I won't disappoint you." I reply with a shy smile.
"Good. Well get off to your lessons then please."
I nod and walk off to maths.

Through maths, I can't concentrate because of the talent show. It's as though the weight of all I have ever worked on rests on the outcome of this one event. "Beatrice Prior, what is the answer to this question on the board?" Ms Matthews shouts at me, hoping to catch me out. It's an easy question but I am not going to give her the satisfaction of rooting out my divergence. "Umm 74?"
"Incorrect, it's 72. And why weren't you paying attention Prior, it's not a difficult question if you just heard what I said."
"I am sorry Ms Matthews but I think it's the bee that keeps buzzing around my head."
A multitude of idiots scream: of course there's no bee, I invented it for the purpose of my teacher's annoyance. I let myself giggle a little before looking to the front of the class, where Ms Matthews stands, to await my doom. But she too is flailing around like a banshee until she drops to the floor in panic and claims that the class if dismissed.

I save my cackles untile I have escaped from the classroom because not only did I fail to listen, getting a question, (wrong which would usually mean a detention) but I managed to send the evil teacher into a state of utter shock and get the class dismissed before we were half way through the lesson.

Christina cannon balls over to me and hugs me. "Good one Tris." She whispers with a wink. I beam at the crowd stationed infront of me as they all congratulate me. Finally, Four strides over to me.

He grasps my hand and elbow and shakes it glancing into my eyes from a sideways angle, pursing his lips. Sending sunlight and shivers through my body. At first, words fail the two of us but finally he manages, "Your not a stiff are you?"
I shake my head.
He smiles.
The world around us melts.
"Well. Uh. Good one." He says, smirking and running his fingers through his hair until they touch the nape of his neck.

I giggle and thank him, grinning a lot. Really quite a lot.
Seconds tick by steadily but my heart beat is on the fastest racing car with a driver about to claim victory. His face crawls towards mine and I drink in his features: tousled oak-shaded hair, full lower lip paired with a sparse upper lip, eyebrows thick and masculine. And his eyes. Pools of melted seas, frozen into two fire-glazed marbles, withholding secrets and longing, pain and frustration. Needing to be freed.
I can feel the current pulsing through his veins, connecting through mine, as though the circuit was complete. I pull back: I don't deserve this. He doesn't want me. Why am I jumping to beautiful conclusions?

I think I must be dreaming but I almost see a door open behind his eyes. Is he letting me in?

A/N is anyone still enjoying this? I knoe I have taken lonh breaks between the last chapters but do I will step up my game if you want me to but I get the feeling that it is not worth my while.

Also if you want me to step up my game, would It be ok if I could add in another fandom?
Bye :/