Heart Trouble (EDITING)

Twins Sobbing and Snot

~Layla's POV~

The next few days were spent on curing the indigestion, a side effect for eating too much. I stayed in bed, sleeping like it's nobody's business. The only time my body was ever not occupying the bed was when the feeling to pee was urgent. Frankly, it wouldn't be surprising if I gained a weight or two. 

Eventually, the thought of having to lose the pounds I gained tortured my mind so I decided to exercise.  The routine I chose wasn't talking hour walks around city and sightseeing. Oh, no. I chose to dreadfully walk around in circles, or polygons mind you, the hotel room for five minutes. Why, you might wonder? Well, a girl's gotta compromise with her lazy self.

The small strolls were excruciating and every now and then, my body would slump to the floor and stay there until someone, ahem, Quin, attacked me with her foot and tell me to stop blocking the path. Still, I never managed to ingrain into my head that is I wanted to avoid being abused, the idea of not dropping dead while “exercising” might be good.

The rest of the day I watched the telly while Hale and rest of the trio worked on whatever. As one can see, I didn't have much to do.

“Layla, you do dance ballet, right?” Quin asked with sudden spirit.

“Yeah. Why?” I replied, sitting on the couch drinking water.

“Hale's friend, Kelly, also participates in that art. I was wondering if you might like like to partake ballet lessons with her.”

I almost choked. I think my ears were not working properly today.

“Am I really that bothersome? I have plenty to do and very busy. I have no time to dilly dally with the wicked witch of the west. You didn't hear that Hale. Your friend is sweet by the way.”

Hale looked up from his papers, confused. He very busy these days since he was slowly taking up more and more responsibilities for the company and the wedding was approaching in, ehh, a month? So no one right now would blame him for his lack of knowing what's going on.

I guess there were things that should be said and should not. I, for one, can't seem to pinpoint that thin boundary. Judging from the look on Quin's face, I'd say I said something wrong.

The fact of the matter was I was super bored and if there was something I could do, I would be like a dog jumping at a bone. No later on that day, I stood next to my unofficial nemesis and in front of a man with a rough Russian accent. Shit.

“Good luck Layla and have fun!” Quin called out more cheerfully than I would have liked.

I stared at her wide-eyed and shook my head. NO. NO. NO! Come back! Quin dared to twiddle her fingers as she spun on her heel and left. I huffed and glared down at the teacher.

“Ah, Layla was it? I don't want your attitude in this class but I do want to see if you are good as dear Ms. Vadner boasted.”

Immediately, I felt my face flush in embarrassment. 

“I know a few things." I replied.

Within a 60 second period of my statement, I was proven dead wrong. Yep. My posture was too "tense" and my turns were somewhat sloppy. The list went on and on. Let me just tell you this. I WAS NOT HAPPY.

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"QUIN! You can stab me if you want to but there's no way I'm going to that hellhole ever again.'

Quin shrugged in the driver's seat as Kelly climbed in the car.

"What? You think that's hard then you are an amateur. In fact, your teacher must not be good to not notice those basic mistakes. With your skills there is no way to ever come close to becoming prima dona unless you miraculously cheat your way into it or something." Kelly commented.