The Forgotten Ballerina

Five

Me: "Hey, I got your note."
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Cameron: "Didn't think you would actually message me. I didn't get hit by a car, just to let you know."
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Me: "Well thank the lord, lol. Glad you made it out alive. My roommate didn't even notice you."
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Cameron: "Would it have been so bad?"
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Me: "She thinks we're like meant to be."
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Cameron: "I mean, I didn't give you my number for no reason."

I stopped typing. I just tried to go back to bed but couldn't. "Lilly wake up." Marissa says, nudging me when she walks in my room. I'm obviously already up so I get out of bed and get dressed.

We both get ready and head out the door. "I don't want to go to the studio today." I whisper. "What? We love going to ballet. What happened?" She asks. "Things have changed, maybe I just don't love it anymore." I reply. She shrugs and has a sad look.

"Don't get me wrong, I like ballet. I'm just not sure I love it that much." I say. "Is this because of that boy?" She questions. "No! This has absolutely nothing to do with him! Why do you always jump to that when I'm just not having a good morning?" I argue.

She whips her head at me and pulls over to the side of the road. "I'm sorry that you have a perfect little dream boy that feels head over heels for you and you don't have an inch or ounce of respect or thought when it comes to him. If you gave that boy a chance, maybe you wouldn't be so depressed all the time." She says.

"Also, I know what happened yesterday. I saw him climbing out of your window and you flirting with him as he walked away. What were guys even doing in our apartment? Are you guys together? Why won't you talk to me anymore? I don't get it!" She continued.

I got so upset that I got out of the car and started walking. Marissa rolled the window. "What are you doing? Get back in the car!" She exclaimed. "No! I'm done with all this. I'll hitchhike." I reply.

"Whatever." She says and drives off. I start walking, following the car to go to the studio. A few minutes go by and guess who shows up. Cameron. He pulls up next to me and rolls down his window.

"Need a ride?" He asks. I nod and get in the car. "You do know this is how horror movies start." I say. "I told you yesterday I'm not a creep. Don't worry." He jokes. "What happened to you to make you want to walk?"

"My roommate keeps bringing you up." I say without thinking. I cover my mouth and look back at him. "Really? What do you guys talk about?" He asks. "Nothing really, she's just convinced we're supposed to be together. Then brought up you leaving the apartment yesterday. She saw us together." I say.

"Not together, just like us being in the same room. Which obviously means together but were not 'together-together' y'know?" I mumble. "I know what you mean. Don't worry." He smiles at me.

"Can you just drive me somewhere else?" I ask. "What about the cafe? I'll pay for us to get some breakfast." He says. "Ok, I am kinda hungry so that works out." I reply. "Thanks." I give him a smile in return.

"Don't worry about it." He says.