Dance with me

Chapter Twenty Eight - Not Anymore

So, it's been a long time!! I know I said I was going to finish the story soon but I didn't.. This year has been a living hell in school. I have so many things to do in such a short amount of time that I don't have time to write here..

Also, I wasn't feeling so motivated to write. Still, I'm going to finish the story and thanks to everyone that read it and liked it. I really appreciate it.

(I must say, though, I was planning for three more chapters but now I'm writing only two)

Sorry for the long author's note and hope you like the following chapter!!

So, just so you don't have to go bakc to see where the story stopped last chapter, here's what you need to know:

- Two days ago Noah and Anntonella were talking in her bedroom when he saw the letter he supposedly sent her.

- He left her on her bed crying and went to LA to confront his mother.

- His mother assumed she was the one to write and send that letter and he fired her as his manager, than came back to Anntonella.

- In the mean time, Ann realised she had only a few days left until the project presentation and withou Noah as her partner she would have to create a new choreography.

Chpater 28

[ANNTONELLA'S POV]

"Where do you think you're going? It's Sunday!" Mila asked me as she saw me exiting our dorm room. I tried to be as silent as I could but she still heard me.

"I'll be back soon." Was all I said and rushed to close the door behind me. Today, and for the next week, I need to be alone. Rehearsing. 

If I want to join the company in a near future I have to work as hard as I can to deliver them a worthy project. Not that I really think I have any hope of doing that.

The choreography just sucks. And I can't even focus on the moves that work because my mind keeps drifting to Noah. 

"Hey, beautiful lady!" I heard Avery calling from behind me and turned to look at him. He had pity all over his face. And even though I couldn't blame him for pitying me, I just couldn't stand. 

"Hi, Avery." I answered politely. He was one of my best friends and I knew he was just trying to be there for me.

"He is a douche, I told you, right?" He said placing a hand on my shoulder and a small smile formed on his face. 

"Thanks for the warning. I'll keep that in my mind." I told him, trying to be ironic. It didn't seem to work, though.

The whole school already knew that Noah and I were finished thanks to some freshman girl who is a big fan of Peter Johnson and saw a picture of him in some gossip site. Apparently he got back to his city and now was enjoying his celebrity life. Damn the world, he is Peter Johnson!