Star In The Shadow // CTH [Editing process]

VIII

I play with the cigarette in my right hand and look at the lighter in my left one. I've been thinking of lighting the cigarette for five minutes now, but I don't get the guts to do it. First: I'm at the back of a school and I look way suspicious, and Second: Ashton's words keep playing in my mind. They want me to be ok. But am I ok? I don't even know if I'm fine.

I put the cigarette back in the box and into my pocket with the lighter. I start walking to the front door and breath deeply before opening the door. As I start going down the hall, I can hear girls screaming, gasping and squealing. I just smile, wave hello, and keep walking. As I reach the room I can hear the music playing. It's a pretty nice song.

I lean on the door frame and look around the room. I see her... She studies here... The girl from the street studies in the Academy of Arts. I'm startled from my thoughts as a girl student screams. Oh dear... I guess I'm not invisible after all.

"You made it!" Says the teacher I've missed for a long time, as she pauses the music.

"I thought I might give you a minute or two to get ready..." I say as I smile and hug the cheerful woman.

"Well, that's very concerned form you..." She says as she backs away from the hug and smiles politely.

"That's just me..." I say as I keep my smile. I can feel the girls eying me upside down, but the girl from the street isn't. That's disappointing.

"Class, this man is Calum Hood, for the ones who don't know him." She pauses for a second. "He'll be visiting us for... How much?"

"These last two months..." I say nodding lightly and looking at the students again.

"Well we are glad to have you here!" She says as she leads me to take a seat.

"Ok class, from the top..."
She says as she plays the music again.

It's been a while since I've been in a dance studio. Still, I enjoy it like if I was coming to work here. I'm not though. I'm just here to get my mind out of smoking and drinking, which is weird because they have nothing to do with this. But I had to come. Mrs. Sharell (I think that's her name) and my mom used to be great friends, and apparently they both agreed that doing something I used to do could help. I mean, it's not bad here, but I just don't dance anymore. Yes, I might seem like I know what I'm doing, but most of the times I'm just goofing around.

The students here work really hard. You can notice it be how much effort they put into their dancing. They literally don't stop until they get it right. Most of them are really good. There's this girl that is obviously trying to impress me, the one that screamed when I was at the door who I think is named Madison. Then there's this boy who I think his name is Jack, he's really good, but has a weird personality, at least for what I've seen. There's this other girl who's name I don't know, she's pretty good at what she's doing. Same goes to this other lad, although he looks like kind of a show off. The rest are just normal.

But then we can see a little star. One that's trying to shine, but still doesn't have enough gases so that it can happen. It's her, the girl from the street. She did work out after all, even if it's not the work out I thought. For what the teacher has said, I think her name is Prescott. I don't know why, but she's not calling her by her first name like the others, and I feel like I know her.

She's wearing a black leotard with a light pink shirt on top. She has her dancing shoes on and some black long socks under them. Her hair is put up in a messy bun that makes her look like a fun girl. But then you move to her face, it is just perfect. Even when she's concentrated she looks beautiful. Her green eyes look lighter than the other day and so does her skin. Her nose is the perfect size and makes her look cute, which is also combined perfectly with her pink lips. She's just perfect.

I'm awaken from my dreamy thoughts as the music stops and Mrs. Sharell gives them five minutes of break. Poor students have been dancing non-stop for half an hour.

"Hey!" Says the girl I believe is named Madison.

"Hi..." I smile shyly as I don't actually want to talk to her, she looks too clingy.

"So, I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me some time?" She asks while she twirls her hair with her finger.

"I'll tell you if I have time..." I say as I smile awkwardly and sign some autographs.

Just as I'm taking some pictures I remember something. The girl I used to dance with was Prescott... Roxanne Prescott... Could that be her? Well, there's only one way to find out. As I walk towards her I clear my throat, making sure that if I talk I won't scare her.

"Hi!" I say as I wave with my right hand lightly.

"Hello..." She says as she raises her  eyebrows. Oh dear, this is getting awkward.

"You're the girl who hit me the other day, right?" Can I stop talking for a minute?

"Probably..." She says smirking. Damn she looks hot doing that, that's going to make me nervous. Shut up Calum!

"Ok... I... Um... I didn't get your name..." I say as I put my hands inside my pockets, nervous habit of mine.

"I thought you heard the teacher saying it..." She answers. Ok, I need to speed this up.

"Mrs. Prescott, right?" I say, which she answers by nodding. "I thought it was Roxanne Prescott..."

My comment makes her eyes widen. She looks like if I had discovered her deepest secret. Now I just feel bad for asking.

"Are you ok?" I ask looking at her eyes.

"How do you know my name?" She asks as she looks at me happy/confused.

"You didn't think I would forget... We were partners for two years... I would never forget my partner nor my first best friend" I say honestly as I smile at her.

"I thought you forgot..." She says as she smiles to the floor.

"Well, I didn't. I hope I get to see you really often while I'm here. Maybe we could catch up with things." I say hoping I could get my old best friend back, and noticing that her cheeks are a little bit more pink.

"Yeah, sure. That would be nice." She answers, which makes my heart beat a little bit faster. Then she heads back to class and I seat back where I was, feeling like everything in my life is perfect.