dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Fifty-Four: Thats A Little Unexpected

Fifty-Four: That's A Little Unexpected

I scrunched my nose when I pushed my hair back from my forehead, feeling it being quite damp under my hand from the amount of sweat. I saw Stacey standing up straight, barely breaking a sweat herself. She had a hard determined look on her face, like she meant business. Damien walked down to us, giving Stacey and mere nod of approval, before his glare trained on me.

"You are getting incredibly useless. You went from being my best student to one of the worst." He scolded, his eyes piercing. I was too busy taking in breaths to answer, and merely gave him a deadly glare back.

"If you weren't to busy fucking that excuse of a boy, you'd be focus and realise this is the outcome of your future, you're becoming absolutely pathetic." He hissed menacingly. I heard Stacey take a short intake of breath, as mine has stopped. The anger that burned up inside me was nothing I have ever felt before. There was definitely no way I'm gonna sit and be quiet this time. Not this time.

"Cat, don't.." Stacey attempted, but she knew it was too late. My fist was pulled back, and I made sure my thumb wasn't tucked away, and I put all my body behind my punch. I connected straight with his nose, feeling a very satisfying crunch. Pain shot up from my knuckles, but my adrenaline was masking the full of it. Damien fell backwards from force, and surprise. He hit the floor, and the room went deadly quiet. He held his hand over his nose, blood pouring between his fingers. He made low groans of pain, rolling on the ground.

"Listen up asshole, I am sick and tired of your insults. You are a horrible teacher and I can't stand you. I wanted to leave this god forsaken dance studio two years ago, but I stayed because dancing was important to me and my mom. I am not letting you ruin this for me, you creepy ass mother fucker. I will be back next week, I will train the same as the rest of these girls and you will keep your mouth shut, and stay the fuck out my life, got it?" He looked up at me, his eyes wide in fear and outrage. I gave him a smug look.

"By the way, I know you're just jealous of Vic, because he gets to fuck me senseless and you don't." I flicked him the two most important fingers, ignoring the sharp pain it sent through my fist. Before grabbing my bag with my good hand, and shrugging it onto my shoulder. I walked across the deadly silent studio, pushing open the door, and slamming it hard for affect. I stormed out of the building, keeping my head high. I made it to my car, throwing my bag across the backseat before sitting in the front. As soon as I closed to car door, a string of swear words fell from my mouth.

"Cocksucking, fucking twat, mother of god." I muttered as I cradled my now purplish hand. Did I manage to break a finger in this process? I don't think so. Well, I'm not sure. I guess I'll duck down to the pharmacy and get some tape and bandages, and maybe they'll have ice there too. Oh right, I was heading there anyway. I almost gulp remembering, and felt my stomach turn a little out of, I don't know, nerves? Or is there a tiny hint of possible excitement? I suddenly paused. Should I drive a car with a possible broken hand? Probably not. But y'know what, the pharmacy isn't too far, I'm sure I'll be fine. I can drive one handed. It's not impossible. It was a bit more difficult than I thought, but I made it to the pharmacy in one piece.

I walked in, still cradling my now throbbing hands, gritted my teeth to keep my curse words come tumbling out. As much as I hated to go their first, I walked over to the 'business' section. I stood in front of the shelf, narrowing my eyes a little at all the different packets on it. Jesus, can't their just be one type of pregnancy test that everyone has? I decided on grabbing five different ones, just to be sure. I tucked them under my armpit, as I took my time getting some bandages and some tape. I went up to the pharmacist with a sheepish grin.

"Hey, how can I help you today?" He asked, giving me a polite smile. I nibbled on my lip, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Uhmm, how good are you at telling if a hand in broken or not?" I said a little slowly. He glanced at my hand that was rested against my stomach. I couldn't help but notice his eyes glance for two seconds to the pregnancy tests in my arms.