" One and two, three, four, five and six and seven... Move it, smile, goddammit be graceful. Stop lifting her like she is a ups package, you're in love with her for christ's sake. Smile, smile, smile do you fucking hear me I said smile, I wanna see you're teeth...." My ballet teacher Adam was screaming at me and my pas de deux partner Lukas while we were trying to master an incredibly difficult pas de deux from Don Quixote. It was already ten pm and we were supposed to finish at nine. But Adam is a perfectionist and if he isn't satisfied by our perfomance we are "going to do this shit 'til your feet bleed". The music stopped and I barely managed to stay upright. Lukas was panting next to me and wasn't looking so good either.
" Allright, I suppose this is the best we can get tonight." Even Adam was a little out of breath from all the shouting. " And please do me a favour and work on your chemistry. Angelique you sometimes looked like a piece of wood in his hands. Have a good night, see you tomorrow."
With that he left and Lukas and I were alone. I slowly walked over to the barre were my bag was standing and slowly sat down on the floor to take off my point shoes. My feet hurt like hell. Lukas was still standing in the middle of the studio and starred at his reflection in the mirror. He seemed very thoughtful.
"He's right you know. Sometimes when I touch you I can literally feel you tensing up. I mean I know you have to for balance and all but still you're not very," he stopped for a moment as if he was searching for a good word, "soft. Yeah I guess you're not very soft." He walked over and sat next to me on the floor. We knew each other since we were kids and I liked him a lot, as a friend. But in the last couple of weeks I had noticed a change in his behaivior and I was a little afraid that he might've developed an interest in me. I didn't want this to ruin our friendship.
"I'm sorry. Today was just a shitty day, I'll try harder tomorrow, promise." I gave him a quick smile. He smiled back and asked:" Are you going to Jacob's and Hunter's party?"
"I don't think so. I'm just gonna go home and take a bath or something." I didn't mention the fact that the thought of going to this party was the absolute worst thing I could imangine at this moment.
" I think I'll go. Maybe they finally going to tell why they'd been sent away in the first place. I mean have you heard some of the theories people come up with? It's hilarious."
"I don't know if it's that funny. I mean Sheriff Dawn didn't laugh when I told him that..." I stopped talking abruptly. Lukas was starring at me and the sudden silence was way to uncomfortable.
"You gave them away?" He didn't say it accusingly just very surprised. I decided to try and act like it wasn't a big deal.
"Yeah, I did."
"Do they know?"
"Yes of course and they're cool with it, more or less. I mean they've been pretty mean to me in the past and now we're kind of even I guess. But don't tell anyone okay, their fangirsl would probably wanna kill me." I avoided looking him in the eyes and prayed that he belived me and would let it alone. My prayers were answered.
"Sure. I won't tell anyone I'm just really surprised. Well I guess that mystery is solved. I'm off to the party, sure you don't wanna come?" He was standing up and swung his bag over his shoulder.
"No thanks but you have fun." He nodded and left the studio. I sat alone on the floor for a while and tried to calm myself down. Relax, I thought, he won't tell anyone. Everything is allright just go home and try not to think about it anymore.
And that's exactly what I did. I went straight home from the studio and listende to calming music on the way. When I got home I did take a bath and it really helped calm me down. By the time I went to bed I had almost forgot about it.
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The Bad Boys Want Revenge
Fiction généraleEight months ago I made a mistake and no I'm not pregnant. I gave the Shreiff of my hometown a tip that at a certain time at a certain place, he could make a big bust. He did and unfortunatly Hunter and Jacob Stone (Stepbrothers) were involved. They...