Jones [H.S.]

Chapter 2

"Okay, do the fouette turn one more time and we are done for today." Mrs. Monica said.

Alley tried her best to forget about the green-eyed boy from the day before, but his deep voice kept echoing in her head and his eyes kept flashing every time she blinked. She didn't know why all of these things are happening to her but she surely knows that she has to see him again, to at least know his name.

"Alright, good job for today. I'll see you tomorrow at three." Her teacher said while packing her things. Alley nodded and leaned down on the barre, looking out the window. It was dark outside, street lamps lighting up the busy streets of New York and the moon shining in the dark night sky. She turned and stood in the center of the empty room, facing her reflection on the fully mirrored wall. She could hear the music playing in the other classes, humming softly. Walking towards her backpack, she grabbed her phone and connected it to the small stereo, playing the music.

Alley returned back to the center of the room and begun to practice the turns, again and again, up on her toes and back down on her foot again. She didn't know how many turns she did until the music stopped suddenly and someone clapping. Turning around, her eyes met the familiar brown hair and green eyes.

"Good fouette turns," He smirked.

"How did you get in here?"

"Through the door." He pointed.

He slowly walked towards her, looking at her body from up to down. She felt insecure under his gaze, but she kept a confident face. He stood beside her and grabbed her shoulders, turning her around, so she was facing her reflection and he is standing behind her. Alley's could hear her heartbeat in her ears.

He leaned down to her ear and said, "But you don't let the musicality get through you. Feel it, feel every beat of the music, let it pass through your veins." He lifted her arm up to the side, turning it so her elbow was out like every balletic arm should be.

Adrenaline rushed like a firework in her body from his warm touch, which made a small gasp to leave her mouth.
"Let it rush like how the adrenaline is rushing through you right now." He whispered, letting his fingers run on her delicate and smooth skin.

That made her turn around to face him. "Who are you?" she asked with a shaky voice. He only smirked and took a few steps back. "At least tell me your name." She added. Alley didn't know where or how she gained all the confidence but she certainly liked it.

"My name?"

"Y-yes," she stuttered. "You know I have a brother, my roll in the act and I haven't met you before, so I deserve to know, right?"

He hummed and nodded. "You have a point Alley,"

"And my name."

"Harry," He said. "My name is Harry."

The way his voice sounded was like a sweet melody to her ears, like the slow ballet music, smooth but effective. She always wanted to hear his voice.

"Harry," She repeated, he only nodded. She stared into his eyes and glancing down at his lips. Their faces were a few inches apart, she could feel his breath on her mouth. How she wanted to feel his lips against her so badly.

"How did you know my name?" she asked.

"Now, now," He said, walking towards the stereo, turning on the music, blasting out the small speakers. Gesturing with his hand, he said, "Show me what you got."

Alley took a deep breath and stood in fourth position before rising on her toes and turning, letting herself feel the music like he said. Harry walked and stood in front of the mirrored wall, Alley would meet his eyes every time before turning and meeting them again and again.

She stopped and looked at him, hoping she did it better this time. He clapped and slightly smiled. "Much better."

"Thank you."

He began to head towards the door, ready to leave but Alley didn't want him to leave just yet. "Wait," she rushed towards him, making him turn around to face her. "Are you going to tell me how did you know my name?"

Harry only smirked and said, "I'll see you soon, princess Odette." before leaving.

She stayed in her spot, trying to comprehend what just happened, rewinding the events in her mind, but she knew one thing for sure that wants to feel his warm touch again.

-

After Alley came home and took a warm shower, Destiny came over to her place and hung out in her bedroom, since Jason was playing video games in the living room.

"So he just left like that? Without telling you?" Destiny asked. Alley and Destiny were seated on Alley's bed, eating cookies together, having those nights where they share secrets together. Of course, Alley didn't tell her brother about the mysterious guy, although they share everything together, she couldn't bring herself to tell him because he will get concerned and overprotective and Alley doesn't like that.

"Yes!" She beamed. " He just left without saying anything. It's really getting on my nerves like I want to know how he knew." She groaned, stuffing the cookie in her mouth.

"Do you only want to know how he knew your name?" Destiny raised her eyebrow, giving her the look.

Alley stared at her while her mind raced with questions. She wanted to feel his touch and hear his deep voice, she wanted to stare into his eyes and trace his pure face with her fingers. She wanted everything. everything from Harry.

"No, I want to know who he is too, and I hope to see him soon. Very, very soon."