Stealing Him

Chapter 5

"For the nth time, Kallista, I don't want to join that stupid dance club!" I said when we entered her house.

"But---"

"I said no, Connor. I already quit dancing right?"

"Right, but---"

I waved my hand to stop her and thank heavens she did. I went to my room to rest and take a break.

Now if you're wondering how Kalli and I got in that stupid conversation, it's because we saw a poster saying auditions are open for those who wants to join the dance club of the university. I already said I won't audition but she keeps bugging me. Whatever she does, I will never sign up for that stupid audition. As I've said, I quit dancing a long time ago. It just reminds me how awful my life is.

***

I was typing an essay when my phone buzzed because of a Facebook notification.

Kallista Connor tagged you in a photo.

Holy shit. Her account is fucking public. Damn it.

I checked the photo and it was a snap of the poster. It was only posted for 3 minutes and what the hell? Hundreds of comments are entering.

'Why is the queen tagging her?'

'Does she even know how to dance?'

'I think she has two left feet.'

I didn't bother reading the other comments but one comment --- or should I say reply --- made my blood boil.

Kallista Connor: The girl knows how to dance so shut it, bitches.

- Hiraeth Parker: She looks like a damn brick wall who doesn't have any flexibility in her body. Also, she's a woman with no grace.

Flexibility? Really? My mom is a retired yoga instructor and you say my body isn't flexible? Hello? I spent more than half of my lifetime being forced to join her sessions. She's also a good dancer too. She did ballet when she was in high school. My sister and I didn't want that because we wanted contemporary.

Also, we were a family of repute---well, before my dad left us but still---so basically, we have grace and elegance if that's what he's implying.

I snapped out of my daydream and typed a message for Kalli.

To: Kalli

Fine. I'll audition. Just to show that Parker that I have grace and flexibility.

She replied immediately, as I have expected.

From: Kalli

Yay! 😃

I rolled my eyes and turned my phone off. I need to finish my essay then find a good song.

***

I didn't sleep last night because of the notifications that were buzzing. Stupid me, I forgot to turn the notifications off. Tss.

"Does anyone know about Erik Erikson's Theory of Human Development?" our professor asked.

No one was raising their hand. Seriously? For me, this is just a review. I've been studying this since 8th grade. I was even forced by my teacher to create a 5-paged essay about.

I raised my hand and the professor called out my last name. I elaborated all theories and explained them wisely. From first to last. I even gave examples.

"Very good, Ms. Santiago," she commended me. "Now, did you all took note of what Ms. Santiago said? What she said was all you needed to know and to check if you were listening and not just staring, we have a 50-item quiz today."

A lot of people complained. Ha! That's what you get for idling around. Just go home if you'd do that all the time. You go to school, to learn and not to laze. Tss.

The quiz started and as expected, I knew all of the answers. I got a perfect score and smirked. The bell rang and class was dismissed. It's lunch and I'm starving.

I was already in the line when I heard whispers about me.

"Tss. She's so boastful."

"If I know, she just read them on the internet then memorized."

"Yeah. Queen's saying she can dance but I doubt."

"I really think she's just using the queen for fame."

"Such a famewhore!"

Excuse me! Internet? Seriously? A booknerd like me wouldn't trust the internet's information. I always use books for research and if needed, I look into reliable sites. If I know, they use Wikipedia in everything they pass.

Also, why would I use Kalli's popularity when in fact, I hate it. Kalli was the one who wanted to be my friend and I swore, she courted me for months before I let her in my personal space.

"What do you want, Ms?"

"I'd want to have a slice of that apple pie and a bottle of coke. Takeout."

I gave my money and she gave me my order. The slice was methodically wrapped. Of course. I went to the bleachers in our covered court and ate. I got my laptop and opened the app I use for making a mix.

Yes, I will use my own mix. There was nothing stated in the poster that the music should be known. I put myearphones on and started mixing.

I'm already halfway done when I felt my phone vibrate. I fished it out from my left back pocket and saw Kalli calling.

"What?"

"I won't be able to go home with you. I have a date with Raeth."

"Okay. What time will you come home?"

"Around 10. Bye!"

I am glad she won't be going with me. I can practice. I know I said that I hate audition but of course if I want to prove to that Parker that I can dance, I need to break my bones again.

Now, back to my mix.

***

I checked the time and it's already 2:30 pm. As much as I want to finish this, I need to go to class.

When I got to my class, the professor wasn't there. I sat down and continued what I was doing, of course not letting anyone nose around.

15 minutes and the teacher still isn't here. 5 more minutes and it'll be a free cut.

Minutes later, someone shouted, "Free cut!"

Thank you, God!

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