The Ballerina

Chapter 8

I couldn't focus. My mind was only able to concentrate on tonight. I wanted it to be good, more than good actually.
"Hello," Niña asked, waving a hand in front of my face.
"What," I asked, coming out of my daze.
She laughed. "I was asking you what we would be doing tonight, so I know what extra clothes to bring?"
"Um." Shit. "Um, I still haven't thought of that yet," I hesitated. "How about I just take you to dinner," I suggested.
"Sure," she grinned.
I swallowed, even though my mouth was utterly parched. "So where would you like to eat, anywhere specific," I asked.
"We can always decide after my ballet practice is over. You should really stop stressing," she said giving me a soft smile and placing her hand over mine.
I winced and instinctively pulled my hand away.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you? I didn't mean to, I-"
"It's fine," I say, interrupting her.
She nodded. "So maybe you could show me around a little, I haven't gotten around to see much because of ballet and everything."
I smiled. "Of course," I replied, grateful that she had thought of something else to do.
"Awesome," she said, grinning. "I can't wait!"
I chuckled. "And to think you didn't want to go an hour ago."
She smiled and elbowed me in the ribs playfully. "Shut up," she said, laughing.
"Nope, not going to happen," I said, smiling down at her.
Niña rolled her eyes and shook her head, all while smiling. "You are so stubborn," she said, giggling.
"So are you," I replied with a smile.
"Touchè."
I smirked at her, so many thoughts ran through my head, so many things I wanted to say to her right then and there, but I decided not to. Things were going well and I didn't want to ruin it.
The bell rang, dismissing us from class and Niña stood up almost immediately. "Well, I'll see you later tonight, Dylan," she said, smiling.
"I could walk you to class," I suggested.
"No, no," she shook her head. "I really need to get to class, especially since we are hanging out tonight, I don't need anymore distractions," Niña said, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.
I frowned, my eyebrows knitting together. "So I'm just a distraction to you?"
"No, no, Dylan that wasn't what meant. I should have worded it differently, what I meant to say is that I tend to lose my focus around you, you distract me. I'm not sure how, I'm usually a pretty good multi tasker, but with you..." she trailed off. She looked at the ground, staring at her feet and letting her curly hair cover her face.
"With you, what," I asked her, curious as to what she was going to say.
Niña shook her head slightly. "Nothing," she muttered, still staring at the ground. A moment passed before she finally looked up at me. "I'll see you later," she said quietly, before biting her bottom lip.
"Yeah, of course. I'll see you at eight."
"Okay," she looked down again and tucked her hair behind her ear.
I watched as Niña exited Mr. Michealson's, I couldn't tell what she was hiding, whether it was a smile or a blush, but I knew it was something.
I walked onto spanish, trying to get her off of my mind and to stop stressing about the things that may happen tonight, but was unsuccessful. I didn't sit beside Charlie like I usually would, I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts. I managed to get Niña off of my mind for a whole two seconds. Though even while I was thinking about her I actually got all of my homework done. As soon as the bell rang I bolted out of there, looking forward to seeing Niña later tonight.
I headed straight for the door, but was stopped by a crowd of people. This is going to take awhile. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I squeezed my hand in my jean pocket and looked at the notifiction, it was text from Niña. I smiled down at my screen.
"Hey! So apparently my dad is just dropping me off at ballet because he has to run some eerands. I told him that I was going out with a girl friend... I'm sorry I panicked... my parents aren't exactly big on boy friends... especially after what happened with my ex... so this can just be our little secret, okay?"
I smirked. "A secret from your parents, I never imagined you to be so rebellious. Honestly, you have shocked me. I thought you were a good girl."
"Good girls are bad girl who haven't been caught."
I raised an eyebrow. "Is that some kind of song reference?" I shuffled a couple steps before getting stopped once again.
"Yeah, it's by 5SOS, jeez Dylan catch up."
I chuckled lightly. "Damn sassy," I typed, pressing send. "Wait isn't 5SOS one of those mainstream boy bands that is so damn fake?" I quickly added.
"Yep, I don't listen to them, my little cousin does though... I pretty much only listen to classical music."
"Oh well that needs to change, you'll ruin my reputation if people find that out."
"You are so judgmental!!"
I smirked. "You know it turns on babe ;)"
"Hahaha nice one, Dylan. Oh, by the way my dad said that I had to be home by 11:30."
"Okay will do."
"Yeah. You better not make me wait, if you do I'm going to be a pissed."
"I won't, I won't, I promise."
"Good. I'll text you later though, my dad just got here."
"Alright bye." I pressed send and put my phone back into my pocket.
I could finally walk at a normal pace and I walked out of the school. It looked as if it was going to storm hard soon, but storms tended to always pass over, so it should be fine.
I unlocked the door and closed it softly behind me. I ran upstairs, not bothering to take off my shoes like I usually did. I dropped my book bag on the floor and closed my bedroom door behind me. I needed a cigarette, something to calm me down. I searched in my bag until finally finding an unopened pack. I took off the plastic as quietly as I could, before sticking a cigarette in between my teeth. I threw the pack carelessly back into my bag. I crawled out on to the roof and reached into my back pocket where I always kept a handy lighter just in case or if I was just to lazy to find another one. I sat on the shingles and lit my cigarette.
I leaned back against them as I inhaled the smoke deeply into my lungs. I removed the cigarette from my mouth and exhale before repeating the process all over again. I focused on my breathing and soon I was calm. I let the cigarette simply fall out of my hand and watch as it rolled off the roof and on to the ground. I crawled back into my room through the window. I spray myself with colgne to hide the smell at least so it wouldn't be totally obvious. I quickly went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth before going back downstairs.
"Mrs. Parker," I asked.
"Yes, Dylan," she responded, sitting at the kitchen table and putting a cup, of what I assume to be tea, to her mouth.
"May borrow the car tonight," I asked. "I'm picking a friend up and we're going to hang out for bit," I quickly added, hoping she wouldn't ask any questions.
She smiled. "Of course you can."
I nodded. "Thanks," I muttered under my breath, before going back up to my room.