My Dance Teacher

Chapter 36

Cody's POV

I pulled up to Starbucks and took a seat.

I nervously tapped my fingers on the table.

I hear the clicking of shoes on the floor and I turn to see my ex girlfriend Gianna.

Eva's POV

I watched my phone blow up with rude text messages, all calling me a slut and whore. I was fine with that. No matter who you are, you can never please everyone.

I deleted the rest knowing what they will all say.

Cody arrived home and barley said a word. I was suprised. Maybe he's just not in a good mood?

Oh well.

Everyone has their days.

I quickly read a text from my best friend and noticed what was going on. Gianna told cody lies. Pure lies of past relationships. That I will use him and dump him like shit on trash day.

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I desperately want to scream and cry. I re adjust my pony tail continuously. My hands needed something to do. I was scared and sad, a teaspoon of hope still floating in me.

Cody has ignored me the past week. He explained he didn't care about past relationships but that doesn't stop my emotions. For my feelings are in full force and controlling me.

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Cody recently enrolled into the same college as me. He was smart and was easily able to be accepted into the uni.

Either fate or karma had us have lunch and another course together.

I'd like to believe fate but I never want to get my expectations high. For I do not know what will happen.

Either cody will love me or break me.

This will continue and bloom to something beautiful or burn to ashes to a dark period I will have to live through.

My teacher rambled on and I listen closely to Cody's voice as he answers the questions. For this is the only time I hear it. I have no balls to talk to cody and neither does he have them to talk to me. I live in this world of in between, I usually know what to expect. But this is unexplainable and unexpected.

I loose myself in my thoughts and they of course float off to cody. I think about him every minute every second and every hour of the day.

The sad thing is I doubt I even scurry across his mind. My throat burned from holding in my sob and my fresh tears stung my eyes and I blink them away. It was then that I noticed. I was a weak object full of desperation for the need of love. His scent filled my nostrils. His voice echoed in my ears. His eyes flash before mine as I feel warmth from his smile as mine turns to a frown. And worse his words or shall I say unsaid words and actions sting my heart. I knew I loved him. I loved him too much. To the point that if he ends us I will break. Honestly I wouldn't know what I would do. Each and every fiber in me knows it. And It kills me to not put my head down on my desk and wail. I cannot be weak. Yet my body is poisoned with weakness. It hurts the most Remebering all his small sweet actions. I Remeber our first hug and the first words we ever spoke to each other, and oh how I cherish those moments. To relive for I Remeber the amazing feeling I felt afterward. Oh his sweet and awkward actions. I would do anything for a simple word From his mouth directing towards mine.

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AUTHORS NOTE

HI GUYS I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A LONG TIME

I'm updating more today

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-na