Prima Ballerina *Jelena Ballerina Series* (Part 1)

Chapter 2: Don't be that Kid

Justin's P.O.V.

My alarm continuously lets out a sound you would hear if someone had cursed on tv. With my eyes closed, I extend my arm out and struggle to put a stop to the annoying sound of my alarm. When I find it, I pound it multiple times before it stops. Slowly, my arm drags down from the alarm, taking it down to the floor. All I hope is that the batteries fell out so it doesn't go off again---since I am more than sure that I pounded on the snooze button rather than the off button.

Two minutes later, the alarm sounds from the floor. Rather than getting up, I bury my face more into my pillow in hopes that the sound will die off. If anything, it only grows louder. Groaning, I finally give in to the alarm and take it off the floor. This time, I take the batteries out and toss them into the garbage that is beside my desk across the room. I slam the alarm and clock onto the bedside table then exit my room. 

Down the black stairs of the apartment, I lean close to the glass banister. In the past week, I haven't seen much of my mom for two reasons. 1) She spends a majority of her time and loves dedicating her life to her job and 2) She is beyond furious with me for getting kicked out of the university.

In my defense, every other person at Clay's party was drunk and out of their mind. But of course only a few of us were arrested, and although he is one of my best friends, I am enraged that he is the one who threw the party and managed to not get arrested. He's called a few times and also came by to check on me. My phone goes off from the pocket of my gray sweatpants. I smirk at the ID on the texter as I open it. Speak of the devil.

Clay: Look, I know you were kicked out of the university last week...But I'm throwing a party tonight. It wouldn't be the same without you. Just so you know we haven't found a replacement for you and your spot will remain open till you come back.

Right now, my mom is trying to work her magic to get me back into the university. Clay believes that she will be able to get me back in since she is known to donate thousands upon thousands of dollars to the University. Part of me is hoping that she is unable to get me back in the university since I am loving the life of staying at home and sleeping all day. 

At the bottom of the stairs, Clay texts me again. He is generally concerned when I don't text him back---he's the type of person to jump to the worst possibility that there could ever be.

Clay: Shall I count you in?

Me: I'll see you there Clay

Clay: Be here by 6:30, we need help setting things up

Me: Sure thing

I slide my iPhone back into my sweats. Running my hand through my hair, I ruffle the top of my quiff. In the process, I yawn. My hand drops from the top of my head to the corners of my eyes to pick out the eye dust. A cabinet shutting echos across the quiet apartment.

"Aria?" I call out heading towards the kitchen. There is no response from her. Aria Collins is the young maid/cook my mom hired. She is the same age as me and absolutely stunning. In fact, I'm sure that I've spent more time having a conversation with Aria, than talking to my mom in the past few weeks. Again, I call for her since the cabinets continue to open and close. 

"Aria, is this about what happened last night?" I ask waltzing into the kitchen. My heart jumps out of my chest and splatters all over the turquoise tiled floor. Already, my jaw is to the floor and my eyes have gone the widest they could possibly go. Before me is not Aria, but my mother.

In the air, you could feel our thick tension. She crosses her arms at me. It has only been a week of not seeing each other, and normally things would fizzle out by then. But there is still bad blood between us. Her black pointed heels lick and clack against the floor dramatically as she comes next to me. Each click paired with a clack makes my spine curl. Once in front of me, she questions with a stern tone, "What happened last night with you and Aria, Justin?" Her eyebrows highly up, creating lines of wrinkles into her forehead.