glass touch

Chapter 25

That evening I spent the night in my room pondering and thinking about everything that happened today. I was still worried about Aaron. He was probably released from the Nurses office, but I haven't seen him at all. To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if he was avoiding me with what I said to him earlier. But I was done sparing his feelings when he didn't even put up the effort to spare mine. I wanted answers.. if not now then I wanted them A.S.A.P,

My inbox was probably full but tonight I just couldn't put up the effort to even think about typing an email. The warm comforter beneath my thighs is too tempting and Claire's snores from next to me sound oddly relaxing. I sigh completely blowing off my homework and curl up onto my pillow. As my eyes close Aaron becomes a distant memory.

When Friday finally comes I'm ecstatic

Along with the ecstasy however is panic. As I stare in the mirror fixing the hem of my shirt and biting my lip before I head across campus, the pit of anxiety in my stomach grows deeper and deeper along with the bleeding scar on my dry lips. Claire suddenly appears behind me with a sly smile on her face.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Claire stated then began freashening up her lip gloss as she peered at her reflection over my shoulder.

"I have to dance today." I gulped

My reflection looked much better than I felt. I felt utterly frazzled but I'd cleaned up pretty well. I was wearing a green button down shirt with rolled up sleeves and skinny jeans along with my Vans. My black curls were pulled into a side ponytail with my pathetic excuse for side bangs hanging down. My bangs aren't really bangs. They just sort of hang there bordering the corner of my left eye in one single curl. I have my black dress for Dance class in my bag.

Along with the teal ribbon that Cass got for me.

Today was the day I'd planned to wear it. I would put it on before I dance and if I'm comfortable with it,maybe wear it for the rest of the day.

Claire and I walk across campus almost siently. I'm hoping she's not onto me about my date with Cass tonight. My plan is to have Cass pick me up in secret. Get everything done and other with. Still I wont rush the night. I enjoy being around Cass more than I enjoy being around anyone else here.

Except maybe for Aaron.

Just as I'm beginning to shake the thought from my mind.i see him.his back is to me and he's walking up the steps that lead to the front of the school. I try not to look at him since every thought I have of him makes my mind boggle. But in the light of the morning dawn and against the colors of Fall, light reflects off something on his back. I want to think it's part of his backpack that hangs from one of his shoulders but as I look closer the reflection reveals something else that baffles and makes me worry about my sainty at the same time.

I swear I saw wings.

Fencing class was awkward mainly because Aaron was absent from it. When I tried to ask Vivian where he was she wouldn't tell me which I could understand. It just made me worry more.

When fourth hour finally rolled around I was sweating like a pig. I could feel the tips of my ears burning from the anxiety. Quickly I dashed into one of the changing stalls in the Dance room and threw on my dress. I looked at myself in the mirror as I tied Cass's ribbon into my hair. The ribbon fell down the length of my hair perfectly almost touching the very ends of it. The teal color stood out against my plain black curls. For once in my life I actually felt pretty,

As I wated for Anabel to prepare herself I sat down on the mats along with the rest of the class. When Anabel finally put down her clipboard and began pacing back and forth in front of us, I felt the lump in my throat get bigger.

"I have a lot of students in this class...." She began tapping her finger on her chin. The noise her heels made against the tile made me claw at the mat beneath me. "I'm not going in alphabetical order with this. The students whom of which I believe have the most choreographic promise within them will go first and those who need a little bit of work will go last,"

I know that Anabel liked me. but I wasn't sure if she liked my dancing. Maybe I wasn't her first choice, maybe she knows I'm a klutz. There are much more graceful dancers than me in this class.sometimes I find myself tripping over my own feet and getting my toes tangled in the ties of my ballet flats. There's no way anabel was going to chose me.

But fate was not so kind to me. Anabel's eyes narrowed in my direction and her perfectly manicured nail came to a rest as she extended it in my direction.

"Caitlyn," she purred. "You're up."