Dance Partners

Chapter 16

It was Monday night and I was in the studio stretching. "Where's Frankie," Mrs. Bellerose asked.

"Away for the holidays," I replied.

"I guess we'll do a stretch class tonight and work a little with your arm." Just then Dustin walked in. I was surprised that his mother actually let him come. Mrs. Bellerose glared at him.

"I'm here," he announced.

"Why," Mrs. Bellerose asked coldly.

"I made a mistake. I'm only here to fill in for Frankie," he paused. "Unfortunately."

"Stretch for five minuets and then we're starting."

We only went over things we learned in the past years because Dustin didn't know any of the routines that Frankie and I learned. About half way thorough class Mrs. Bellerose called a ten minuets break.

"It's good to be back," Dustin told me while we were getting water.

"Well you won't be here for long," I told him truthfully.

"Why do you gotta say that? I know I made a dumb mistake, but I truly regret it. I chose that slut over you and it tears me apart. You don't know how hard it is for me to see you with him." He pounded his fist on the wall and brought his head into his arm.

"What, what did you say," I asked confused.

"Forget it, fucking forget it. You won't listen to me anyway. Go on run away with your God damn, douce bag boyfriend. Who the hell cares about me." In all the years I've know Dustin, I've never seen him this upset.

"Dustin," I said grabbing his arm.

"Get off," he yelled shaking my arm off. "You don't want me here and neither does Mrs. Bellerose." He started to put on his coat.

"Wait Dustin."

"What now," he said turning to me with a extremely red face.

"I can talk to Frankie about this. I miss dancing with you too."

"That's not exactly what I want, Faye. When are you going to notice what's laying right in front of you." He finished putting his coat on and said goodbye to Mrs. Bellerose. I followed him outside without a coat on.

"What the hell is wrong with you," It felt like we were back to exactly where we were a few months ago. Him running away when I had no idea what was wrong, but this time I wasn't sure how to fix things.

He didn't stop this time and eventually I gave up on calling him and went back to the studio. Mrs. Bellerose was standing at the door waiting for me.

"Well," she asked. I pulled her into a hug and began crying into her shoulder. "I see something that you don't and I don't think it's my place to tell you, but I can tell you this." I looked at her. "He's not going to stop talking to you because of this. He's in a battle right now and your the only way he can win."

I was so fucking confused. I felt like a complete idiot because people kept telling me that I was. After class I went to feed Kory and I called Chloe.

"Hey chica," Chloe answered.

"I really pissed Dustin off today," I told her. "That shitty thing is I don't know why."

"I think I might." Again someone close to me knew something I didn't. "I promised I wouldn't say anything, but this is ridiculous! Dustin like you, like more than a friend."

"Fuck," I exclaimed realizing that Dustin's felling were obvious. The time he saw me kissing Frankie and looked so heartbroken and angry, I should have know then. "What do I do?"

"Nothing, you're with Frankie and that's fine. Just give Dustin time to cool off, he'll be back." There's what Mrs. Bellerose meant.

We said our goodbyes and hung up. After I fed Kory I tried to call Frankie a couple times, but he wouldn't answer. I texted him asking where he was and a few hours later he texted me back.

"Dustin kept texting me," I read. "The same thing over and over."

He sent me a picture of what he was saying. Every text read "Fuck you asshole."

"What the hell?" Frankie wrote after the picture.

"It's nothing," I wrote back hoping he'd buy it.

"He was texting me for at least two hours... It's obviously something."

"He's probably joking.."

"Whatever... How are you."

"Alright... I'm sorry but I've gtg."

"K.. Luv u," he wrote and I sent him a kiss emoji back.

I left Frankie's house and sprinted over to Dustin's house.

"Is Dustin home," I asked when his mother opened the door.

"No, I haven't seen him since he went to dance with you. I assumed class was running extra late, or you two went to get something to eat."

"Okay, sorry." I ran down the block as fast as I could. I tried to call him, but he wouldn't answer. I texted him, "Hey asshole we need to talk. Your taking things too far." No answer.

I looked everywhere and finally gave up around nine o'clock. I went home and sure enough, there he was sitting on my  front steps.

Short, but action filled chapter. I hope you like. Also, enjoy the story as much as possible because we're reaching the end. I'm thinking I'll end the story around 25-30 chapters.