School goes by in a flash, and when the last bell rings, I rush out of class. I jog to the girl's locker room, stripping and pulling my pale pink leotard out of my bag. I pull it on quickly, then lace up my ballet slippers. I would put on tights, but I'm not wearing them in my performance anyway. I put my hair into a tight bun, tying it with a rubber band. I walk out of the locker room to the gym, turning on Hold Each Other. I start in fifth position with my hands poised at my sides. When the songs speeds up, I move to third position, then from an en pointe, I do an arabesque. I land en pointe, then pirouette multiple times. I then fouette, pirouette, and end back in fifth position. Great, now do it with a partner, a costume, and about four more arabesque, and you got my performance. I sit down, turning off the music. "Whoa," I hear a voice say. I turn to see Wes standing in the doorway. Of course.
AN/: I promise I'll explain the ballet terms in the next chapter. It's in a certain bad boy's POV!
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The Nerdy Ballerina
RomanceCecelia Barrett- a 17 year old senior at East Missouri High School. Known as the school nerd. A story of a nerd by day, a crushed ballerina by night. Plus, there's always the added fun of the narcissistic bad boy. Cover made by @CoordinatorIza
