The Ballerina

Chapter 6

I walked into spanish earlier than usual. I pulled out my phone and the note where she had written her phone number. I immediately added her as a contact and texted her.
"Hey, I'm sorry about making you uncomfortable... I didn't mean to," I typed.
I pressed send and quickly put my phone back in my pocket, just as I felt a hand clasp on my right shoulder.
"So you and the new girl, eh?" Charlie asked, waggling his eyebrows.
"Nah man," I said, answering truthfully. If anything we were just friends and that was if you could even call us that.
"Do you think she'll be any good," he asked.
"In bed? No," I lied.
I didn't want anyone to mess with her. I knew what they would do to her and I didn't want that for her. I felt an odd need to protect her, to keep her away from all Charlie and the rest of them. I just didn't want to see her getting hurt by the assholes that I call my friends. Though, I really just wanted her all to myself, for her to be mine and no one else's. I wanted to be the one she tells all of her deepest darkest secrets to, the one she could count on to... comfort her when things got bad. I wanted to be there for her and only her. I wanted to be the one she told everything to. I wanted to be her everything and I wanted her to mine.
Charlie continued babbling on and on, but I wasn't paying any attention, I was lost in my train of thought. I was lost in her. She was occupying my mind more and more as minutes went by.
I wanted to feel her lips against mine and my hands, gripping firmly on to her hips. I wanted to feel her fingertips running through my hair. I wanted to feel her breath against my lips as I hesitantly pulled away. I wanted to see her smile and to hear her laugh. I wanted Niña, I wanted her so badly.
As the clocked ticked I grew more and more anxious, wanting the school day to end. Time passed slowly and it was driving me insane, I needed to see if she answered.
I pulled out my phone, nothing. Niña hadn't answered. She might not have her phone on her... Or maybe she just doesn't care...
The bell rang and I felt the instant need to find her and ask her why she hadn't responded. Though I decided against it, knowing that I would probably be coming off as desperate and would more than likely scare her off. I saw Niña in the hallway, talking with two other girls, Jennifer and Adrienne. She laughed along with them at whatever they were joking about. I kept my head down, letting my hair fall in my face so she wouldn't see me.
I rode my skate board, ignoring anyone who tried to talk to me. My mind was elsewhere, instead of with me in the world outside, it was occupied. Occupied by Niña. For some reason, I couldn't get her off my mind, but it wasn't like I really tried to.
I kicked off my shoes and plopped myself on to the couch as soon as I got home.
"How was school," Mrs. Parker asked.
"Alright," I answered. "I'm going to go downstairs and lift some weights or something," I added quickly before she could say another word.
"Oh okay." she muttered under her breath.
I walked down into the basement, flicking on the light switch once I reached the bottom of the stairs. Even though the basement was huge, none of us really went down here unless Mrs. Parker needed to do laundry. It was divided into sections. The main room in the basement was a nicer second living room and then the other half of the basement consisted of a gym and a tiny laundry room.
I walked into the gym and threw my shirt on to the ground. I laid down on the black chair before wrapping my hands around the weight bar. I pressed it up and down, up and down until I Mr. Parker come in the front door.
I ran up the stairs with my shirt thrown over my shoulder as I wiped the sweat that was running down my face with a towel.
"Were you working out," Mr. Parker asked.
I set the towel on the kitchen counter and picked up an apple. I nodded, taking a bite.
Mr. Parker nodded in acknowledgement. "Did you hear about the new couple moving in down the block," he asked.
"No, I did not," Mrs. Parker responded.
"I think I heard that they have a girl around your age," he said, looking over at me.
"Oh yeah, there is a new girl at our school," I said.
"Well I invited them and their daughter over for dinner-"
Mrs. Parker dropped the rag and the pot she had been scrubbing at clattered against the sink. "When," she asked panicked.
"Saturday night," he stated.
"Thank goodness," she said with a sigh of relief.
I left kitchen, feeling as if I were intruding on something and didn't belong in there. My mind wandered back to the fact that Mr. Parker had invited a family over that just moved in and had a daughter, my mind immediately raced back to Niña. I started getting nervous, I wasn't good at dinners. I am not much of a talker, I prefer keeping to myself, especially around adults. I always get an odd feeling that I am being judged, so I simply don't converse with them. I didn't want tho look like some antisocial freak around her, I didn't want to embarrass myself...
I leaned back against the headboard of my bed as Sleeping With Sirens played on my IPod. I closed my eyes, the music helped me calm down a little bit. I wanted to see her after school, I didn't care if she had ballet practice or not, I just wanted to see her. I wanted to be close to her and to be able to touch her like hold her hand or something. I made my decision on what I would do, I didn't care if she hated the idea and from what I have learned about her she most definitely would.