Twisted Past

Chapter 6

P.O.V. Ava:

Alex still hasn't talked to me since last night. It was weird. He was never that mad at me. Never too mad to talk to me. Never too mad to look at me.
Maybe he is more hurt than mad.
Breakfast went by fast. Josh was competing against Raoul. Even though Raoul didn't do anything to be competed against, if that makes any sense. But I guess if it came to Josh, making sense is not so important. Raoul was being a good sport and handled Josh's mood well. Actually, it seemed like Josh's behavior was amusing him.
Alex was sitting opposite me at the breakfast table, but he hadn't looked at me once. He replied here and there to some of Emilia's questions, but nothing more came out of his mouth. They were talking about the drive to Vermont. That was when Raoul chipped in to the conversation. That was what got my attention. He said he hadn't been there in years and that there were some good memories for him. At that moment Alex's eyes were shooting at him. I couldn't define what his eyes wanted to say. Raoul saw the look in Alex's eyes too, I was sure because otherwise he wouldn't have changed the topic so quickly. Was Alex also often in Vermont as a kid? Was that why he didn't like it there? Why he never wanted to go there? I really wanted to find out what happened because I sensed it was another secret I didn't know about. But first, I had to find out whose number it was on that object Alex used yesterday.
I went back to our room and opened the drawer. I took a picture of the phone number and went out of the room again. I couldn't take the object. The chances of Alex realizing it was gone were too high. With my phone still in my hand, I went to the garden. Then I called the number. One ring, two rings -
"Hello?" Shit. What now?
"Hi. Uhm, so I found your number on my uh kitchen table." Damn girl, what are you talking about?
"Oh okay." I didn't know what to say next, and the woman probably didn't either. I'm so stupid. I found your number on my kitchen table? Why would I have her number on my kitchen table?! "So I assume you were interested in signing up your child for dance lessons?" Dance lessons? For kids? I didn't have any kids. What am I supposed to say now? And why did Alex have the number of a dance teacher?
"Oh, uh no, maybe it was an old number, could it be that it was someone else's number before?" I heard a chuckle at the other end of the call.
"No, this has been my number since I was sixteen. Only for 3 years I had a different number but it wasn't used by anyone else." I was so confused. "Uhm, but I also had dance shows, but I stopped 5 years ago to teach children. Maybe that's why you had my number?"
"Were you also dancing at private events?"
"It always depended on the event." Thank goodness.
"I think that's why I had your number. I wanted a dance show for my wedding." What are you doing? Chill out, she doesn't dance anymore.
"That's funny." Oh no. "I actually wanted to start dancing in front of a crowd again." Oh no no no no. "I'm kidding. I know that's not the reason you called, you are a terrible liar." A little laugh escaped me. "By the way, my name is Ana."
"Nice to meet you, Ana. I'm Ava." I started relaxing a bit.
"So, Ava, why was my number on your kitchen table?"
"That's what I'm trying to find out." Me and Ana talked a bit. I didn't tell her that it was on an object and didn't ask her if she knew Alex. It was too risky. But it was as clear as daylight. Alex had Ana's number. It wasn't an accident or an old phone number of someone else. It was actually hers, and I couldn't believe what happened. Jealousy was taking place in my heart. I really liked Ana, everyone who'd talk to her for more than a minute would. She was kind, and funny, and sweet, and her voice was angelic. It was unbelievable. If I were a guy, I would have already fallen in love with her. I asked her why she stopped dancing in-front of crowds. She said there was something going on in her personal life, and teaching was the more fitting option, even though she missed dancing in her shows. The only way I could find out how they know each other is...
"Hey Stella, can you do me a favor?"

"Ana Smith. Born in July 1995. Her father left when she was a baby and her mother died when Ana was 21. She went to the dance school 'Danceland' when she was four years old. To High School she went to Nicholas Academy."
"Isn't that the same High School Raoul and Alex went to?" Stella was right. Christian nodded.
"So maybe they were friends?" Stella asked again. But Alex said he didn't make many friends.
"We could find out through classmates. Maybe someone remembers them." I liked that idea. Or so I thought.