Similarly Different

1 - Discovered

"He's here!"

Girls started to preen and sashay over towards the entrance like over-obsessive, narcissistic peacocks. But, honestly? I thought they looked more like ducks waddling around. I laughed quietly to myself, the image quite hilarious. Even Madame Gilderoy was over amongst that crowd, introducing herself. I rolled my eyes and sighed, continuing with the routine of pliés and sauté arabesques we were all doing just a few short minutes ago.

The reason of their obsessive showing off was a student... or more specifically, Cale Samuels. He was always really nice and open, and was hot, and thus, the desire of many girls' hearts. I honestly had no idea what he was doing in the ballet section... maybe he had a girlfriend or something. He flipped his black hair and his eyes scanned the room, and as I executed the perfect curtsey, my eyes looked up to meet his. Sea-blue eyes stared at me. There was no warmth from his dazzling smile, and for a moment, I thought I was drowning.

Shivering, I averted my eyes. A warm beam of golden light filtered the room, and I gazed out the window at the sunset on the calm sea.

"Oh," I murmured to myself, " It's gotten so late already."

I quickly took off my slippers, slipping them into my bag, and throwing a coat on.

"Thank you, Madame Gilderoy. I'll be leaving now." I said, even though she wasn't listening. Squeezing through the mass of tangled limbs, I finally got through the doors and out into open air. Inhaling the sweet sea-salt air, and feeling the last drops of sun for today, I smiled, but somewhere in the back of my mind was a niggling feeling.

***

Beep! Beep! Urgh... I moaned. Yawning, I pulled myself down to breakfast.

School started like normal. Classes, homework and the occasional detention, and of course, lunchtime. I sat down in the cafeteria at my usual table.

"Hey, Aubrey. I can't believe how much maths homework we got. I mean, does Mr Johnson ever do anything but give out homework?"

I laughed. "I'm sure Mr Full-Marks would have such a hard time doing homework." I replied sarcastically, but with a playful tone.

Meet Jacob Stewarts: nerd, annoying, douche and my best-est friend in the world.

A tall blue-eyed brunette sat down opposite me. "Hey! Stop bullying the poor excuse for a man." Meet Josephine AKA Josie: beautiful, witty, hilariously sarcastic and also my best friend.

"Gasp, I would never do such a thing." I said, while stealing one of his chips.

He stared and gaped for a second, doing the perfect mimic of a goldfish.

"That's it! I can't take it anymore; I'm leaving... and for good this time!" He stood up with his tray, stomping to the other side of the room.

Josie and I burst into laughter. "AHAHAH! Aww, don't worry. He'll be back, ahah."

"Yeah, I know."

Suddenly, Josie's expression changed, and a cheeky demeanour appeared. "Oh, by the way, did you hear?"

"Hmm? Hear whap?" I mumbled through my food.

I choked as a slap hit my back.

"Don't talk while chewing, you idiot!"

I swallowed my food quickly.

"Anyway, Cale got dumped by Brittany!" She cheers. "Which means he's totally available!"

"You don't mean..." I began dubiously.

She nodded, looking like a jack rabbit on high." Ohhh yeah. Cale, as in Cale Samuels. See, over there. They're not sitting together."

I glanced over, planning just a small peek, but it turned out to be a very long stare.

True, Brittany wasn't sitting at the table anymore, but it wasn't that, that got my attention. Cale Samuels was sitting there, laughing and smiling without a care in the world. How could he be so carefree? How could he laugh like that? I rose out of my seat. "Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." Josie nodded, and resumed her staring and dreaming. Quickly, I ran out of the cafeteria, tears sparkling at the corner of my eyes like diamonds, threatening to fall, as unwanted memories floated to the surface of my thoughts. ß is this part okay, or does it clash with her personality? Or is it fine, because memories are resurfacing?

Four years ago, I had a boyfriend.