The Bad Girl Does Ballet

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

     I slammed the front door shut, sighing loudly.  Dance today wasn't very exciting, just perfecting our routines.  I threw my dance bag onto the couch, and heard a muffled noise.  What the hell?

     "Ouchie!"  A voice, who I recognized as Trevor's, said, and Trevor sat up.  He rubbed his shoulder, wincing in pain.  "Geez, Peyton.  What's in there?  Rocks?"

     "No, just dance shoes, water bottles, the usual."  I replied, smirking.  If Trevor's lounging on the couch, the evil twin must be near.  I pretended to sniff the air, as if trying to track Noah.  Trevor gave me an amused grin, followed by a few chuckles. 

     "Kitchen."  I nodded my head, the made my trek to the kitchen.  Noah sat at the table, face stuffed in a box of cookies.  At the sound of my footsteps, he looked up.  Giving me a sheepish smile, he closed the box of cookies.  I pointed at the side of his mouth, where a few crumbs were, and he was quick to wipe them off. 

     "Hey, Paper."  He greeted me, using the nickname he gave me when we were kids.  I glared, and gave him the finger. 

     "Ooh, Peyton did the bird to Noah!  Mommy!"  Daniel's shrill voice shrieked, and I whipped around.  There standing in the doorway was little Danny, eyes wide and mouth open. 

      "Close your mouth, it'll catch flies."  I said, breaking his trance.  His big brown eyes narrowed at me, and he darted up the stairs.  I'm only assuming he's going to complain to Ma about me being "mean".  It was just advice, if you ask me. 

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     "Leslie, can you answer the question?"  Mrs.  Ferguson asked, expectant eyes on Leslie.  

     Leslie twirled her bottle-blonde hair around her finger, and smacked her gum obnoxiously.  I rolled my eyes, letting out a dramatic sigh.  "Well it's like when you go downtown..."  She trailed on and on.

     "Cut the crap, Leslie.  The only thing you're going down on is your newest boy-toy."  I said, imitating her by batting my lashes. 

     "Peyton, you little-"

     "Enough, you two!  If you don't stop right this minute it's detention for both of you!" 

     "I'll even go to the principals office if it gets me out of this hell hole."  I muttered, rolling my eyes.  Apparently it wasn't as silent as I intented it to be, though. 

     "Peyton!  You-"  Mrs.  Ferguson was cut off by the ringing of a phone.  "Alright, who's phone?"

     Eli reached down into his bag, and pulled out his phone.  I didn't think he was going to answer it, being that he followed the rules almost always, but he proved me wrong by pressing the accept button.  "Julie?  Calm down, what's wrong?"  I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at Eli.  He had a worried look on his face, and I could see his foot twitching under his desk.  "Oh God.  Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can.  What?  Alright."  He hung up, and shot right out of his seat. 

     "Eli?  Is everything alright?"  Mrs.  Ferguson asked.  

     "I'm sorry, I have to go.  There's been an emergency.  Peyton, I need you to come with me."  My jaw fell, and I stuttered. 

     "Wha-why?"  He grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of my seat.  I gathered up my books and shoved them in my bag, running after Eli who was already in the hallway.  I heard the teacher call after us, but I wasn't listening.