Aurora on Pointe

Chapter Eighteen

I rushed inside after Isabel dropped me off from school, telling her over and over again that I'd tell her and everyone else about Evan later. I sprinted upstairs, almost tripping multiple times in my wedges, and slammed my bedroom door behind me.

Throwing my books on my bed, I stripped down and slipped on softie shorts and a simple t-shirt. Easier to cuddle in! 

After that I tied my hair in a high pony and shoved my feet in grey vans. Evan didn't come to school today, and I new he wasn't, so to make sure he didn't disappear on me again I told him I'd come over today.

I grabbed a sweatshirt and ran downstairs only to be stopped at the front door by my mom. "Wait, where are you going?" she asks, wiping down the windows in the living room with windex. 

"Just to Isabel's," I lie. When I told my mom about the incident at Evan's she told me it would be a good idea  not to go over there for a while; until things settle down. But I can't just not be there for Evan.

"Didn't she just drop you off?" Crap.

"Uh...yeah, but I wanted to change. I'm gonna meet her back at her house."

She nods slowly, "Will you be home for dinner?"

"Probably not." We both stand there awkwardly, and I don't leave because I have a feeling she has something else on her mind.

"Erin," here we go. "What do you plan to do about college? The school years almost over you know."

"Evan and I have that audition next month. And if we make it..."

"But there's no guarantee you will make it." Her brows furrow together and her forehead wrinkles in concern.

"Mom..." I fidget with my sweatshirt. She's right. What if we don't make it? I'll be stuck home for another year with more pointless auditions until I can apply to college again. And then what? I'd study dance and do everything all over again? What else I am suppose t do?

"Maybe if you just apply to a state university or an online program-at least. You could still join a company and then maybe teach dance..." she rambles on, but I really don't want to think about this today. I don't want to stress more than I already am.

"Yeah, mom. I'll think about it."

"Promise?"

"Yeah." She gives me a quick hug and ushers me out the door. "Why don't you go find out what Isabel plans on doing. Maybe you could tag along," and her ramble continues.

"Yeah, yeah, mom," I chuckle, "Can I borrow the car?" 

"Yeah."

"Thanks." With that, I walked out into the cool spring air and got into the car. Before I started driving I called Isabel. "Hey Isabel."

"Hey, girl! What's up?"

"Can you do me a favor?" 

"Depends on what you want, honey."

"Well, no time to really explain, but if anyone asks at anytime today, this week, next week, can you tell them I'm with you? My mom in particular."

She hesitates for a moment and I silently pray that she will agree. "Okay, fine. But you're explaining everything tomorrow!"

I chuckle, picturing her 'threatening' expression, "Alright! Thanks Isabel."

"Yeah, yeah," Isabel says before hanging up. I smile to myself and then drive off to Evan's. As I pull into the driveway I realize his mom's car isn't here. I quickly get out and knock on the door.