Nothing Like Tomorrow[ON HOLD]

Chapter 7- Speak Up

Speak Up.

Think first before you act young lady. It's not as easy as it seems, being in a relationship needs a lot of responsibility.

My sister's words never left my mind. She gave me this long talk when Matt drove me home yesterday. What now? It's no big deal. Matt is just a crush, and crushes only last for a week or two. Well in my case, three. But my sister here, overthinks it all. damn. My alarm kept on ringing. It sounds really annoying since it's a Saturday and no one should disturb my sleep. great! How did I forget?! Saturday! I have ballet classes and I have to go to my dad's office in the evening to get some reviewer for the entrance exams in New York in preparation to college. Right. College, I hate this word. Yet no matter how much I hate it, It always seems to pop out in my mind like a freakin' Jack-in-a-box.

I am the kind of person who values the future so much. Even though college is still a long way ahead, my mind seems too preoccupied about it. I mean, you can't blame me if I want to have a brillant future. I have a lot of dreams and I want to fulfill it, if not all then most probably one. To be a great fashion designer maybe?

Snapping out of my daydream, I took my phone..

From: Andrea

Can't go to ballet classes with you dear, I have an emergency at the modeling studio. take good care! xoxo

Woah! She will be absent today because of her modeling? Seriously. Well I can't blame her. It's her passion. She seems so ecsastic striding with those killer shoes on the red carpet.

I checked my phone 8:15 am. I still have enough time though. I will be leaving at nine. After taking a good bath, I dried my hair and tied it into a bun. The last thing I want to see is seeing my ballet instructor fuming and yelling at the top of her lungs on the dance floor 'You better fix your hair in a neat bun or else I'll shave them off!!'

SUCKS. I slipped on my tights and black leo. Hey, I won't be walking my way to the studio like this! Hell no. I had a red tank top and white skinny jeans on. Grabbing my bag, I excited the room.

A few more blocks to go. I slipped on my earphones and listened to Jason Mraz's 'I won't Give up'

I sang to my heart's content. Good thing I have a fair voice. Not that I'm good at singing but I'm not out of tune. Finally, STEPS Dance School. I pushed the glass door and greeted everbody in. I went upstairs to where the class will be held. Fay, the teacher's second hand told us to do some warm up on the bars. pléa, relevé. Just simple warm up then swan dive on the floor and butterfly legs. A moment after, 30 minutes to be exact, a 35 year old lady dressed in Black slacks and silky white blouse went in. Yes, she is our ballet teacher.

"Goodmorning class. Put on your pointe shoes and lets start the day, shall we?" Mrs. Prim smiled and turned the player on.

After a series of jumps, turns and pirrouettes we all got tired and sank at the corners.

"Okay class, it seems that you are already exhausted. I will only give you one assignment." Her announcement made everyone mumble.

"Shh. Your assignments will be easy. Just practice doing pirrouettes at home and make sure by the time you come back next saturday, you can make four turns." She paused for a good while. "Without stumbling."

With that she went her way. What? Four turns? Perfectly? I can't even make a perfect single! I groaned and untied my pointe shoes. Keeping them in my bag and changing into my clothes. I let my bun fall off making my brown hair curlier than before. It looks cool actually. I waved everyone goodbye and exited the studio. I checked my phone 1:12 pm. No wonder I am getting so hungry! It's past noon. I walked around thinking which foodchain should I eat in. Oh dear stomach, please hold on.

"Amy!!" a familiar voice from behind called. I turned back to see Jordan running towards me.

"Hey!" I flashed him a smile.

"I was walking... and.. I ... saw.. you..  I decided.. to follow.. you..." He said in between breaths. He was clutching his chest, gasping for air. I patted his back

"Did you run?" I asked him politely.

"No, I was just walking really fast." Sarcasm dripping from his words.

"um.. wanna grab something to eat?"

"Sure." I nodded. He led the way to Burger Delight.

I ordered a double patty with fries and I had water for my drink. Jordan had a cheeseburger and an energy drink for himself. We talked about random things and he said a number of jokes which were indeed funny. This guy has a good sense of humor. We kept on talking until I spotted a very familiar face.

"Hi Sam!" I greeted her. In case you don't remember, Sam is the girl I think Matt likes. The girl Matt was smiling at.

"Hey Amy!" She gave me a warm smile.

Jordan didn't greet her, he didn't even bother to look at her. I glared at him for a moment then Sam finally spoke. Her tune was different, She sounds awkward.

"Jordan.. Hi.." She wasn't looking at him.

Jordan scoffed and continued eating. I stared at him again hoping he would say something. But no words came out of his mouth.

" I ... go tt... a.. go.." Sam stammered. I nodded at her in response.

"Jordan.. What the hell was that?" I sneered at him.

"It's none of your business." He snapped. His cheerful voice now turned cold and bitter.

"Jordan, Speak up."

He drank his energy drink and stared at me. His face was now emotionless. It seems like the Jordan I've been laughing with awhile ago vanished into thin air.

"I'm sorry Amy.. I have to go."

With those words he left me and hurriedly exited the store. I was there staring at the door. My mind was still processing the scenario awhile ago. Something was wrong here. Why did Jordan have this sudden change of mood when Sam came in? Does he like her? Or better, Why does he hate her?

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~author's note~

cliff hanger :3 haha.

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