I've got my eye on you

XII. Little Ballerinas

TW: mention of drinking, mention of body shaming, mention of abuse, angst

Cordelia places the new necklace around your neck and clips the back. She smiles in the mirror as you gasp, brushing your fingers over it.

"Cordelia you shouldn't have."

Her eyes went a bit dark and her smile began to flatten. She seemed ready to punish you for disobeying her order for to not have to feel bad about her random purchases for you.

"y/n," her voice was soft but her expression obverse.

"I'm sorry. It's beautiful," you corrected, making her smile and kiss your cheek. You blush, biting your lip as she turned to change into her own attire for practice. She looked so beautiful as well. Her hair was tied into a low ponytail and she wore a long sleeve leotard and tights , but with a mid length black skirt over it. The top hugged her chest generously, and the neck went down just right, exposing her cleavage and sexy collarbones. She was so entrancing. Everything about her body was just so very impressive.

You both stood in the foyer in front of the door as she slips the little cardigan she bought at the shop onto you, buttoning two just under your breasts. She holds the tiny frilly pink skirt open and tells you to step in. She pulls it up and adjusts it around your hips. She then slides on your leg warmers, making you giggle. She looks up at you with a smile. You put on your own chunky low rise mary jane shoes before she could do it for you. (But you let her tie the laces) staring at her lovingly.

The two of you walked out into the stormy campus and headed for the gymnasium. She held the door open for you as she closed her large black umbrella. As you wait for her, you're met by loud bounces, echoing through the large gym, the sound of reckless boys and their screeching sneakers with rap music playing on a small stereo. You look over the sea of sweat and chaos and were met with a few eyes of boys looking your way. Just as Cordelia stepped in, you were spotted. Nick stood in a tighter gray muscle tank, showing off his bulging arms, and baggy jeans that fell over his beat, white sneakers. His long curly bangs hung in his face, dripping.

"y/n." Cordelia snapped, nodding her head forward to the back corner of the gym.

He was spotted too.

You both begin walking along the wall straight ahead and try to ignore the countless eyes on you, that seemed to travel lower once you got in front of them rather than walking beside them.

Though you were more fixated on Nick. He stood with his ball pinned under his arm against his side. You took quick glances, unintentionally making direct eye contact every time. You saw his friends beside him smiling in anticipation, snickering. Cordelia knew to stand behind you and guided you up steps surrounded by the cement walls, taking you both out of sight. You soon entered a loft with tall windows on two walls and enchanting, vintage light fixtures. The walls were painted of beautiful murals of ballerinas and ribbons. One wall was a large mirror, one end of the room to the other, and the other wall made entirely of glass, a window to the gym.

You walked around the long wooden bar in front of it and gazed out, down into the gym. You were once again met with the dozens of boys shooting hoops, and they could see you just as well. The wall of glass was practically a fish bowl. Cordelia entered, Taking off her coat and placing her bag down.

"Now, how long did you dance in pointe shoes?" She asks, straightening out her skirt and walking to a back closet, in which you followed her closely behind to.There were rows of shoe boxes and costumes. You gazed around as she spoke.

"Uhm.. four years. I can definitely still dance in them. Size seven."

Cordelia looks back and smiles, handing you a slim box. You go back to the studio and sit on the floor, slipping them on in anticipation with a smile on your face. Cordelia watched as you knew just how to tie them. She even showed you where your place for your things was. Her calling it a "cubbie" made you giggle. and you got up, practicing leaps, pirouettes, and turns.