The Player And The Nerd •Jiley•

•PART 19•

•Riley's pov•
I didn't speak to James for the next few days. I wasn't mad at him, i never really was, but now i just felt neutral. I didn't care that Beth kissed him; they'd done much worse at the party that night. And it's not that James and i are friends. Why should i care?

One of the main reasons that i didn't see James for a couple of days was because i took time off school. I could feel myself falling back into the darkness, and i needed to try my hardest to run away from that as fast as possible. A few days at home was just what i needed- and my parents didn't even know.

I spent all day out in the Tree house in the back garden. I'd pack my school bag with Food water, Pjamas and any other stuff that would keep me entertained throughout the day and my parents didn't suspect that i was running down the stone path and to the treehouse. It gave me a lot of time to clear my head and get myself back on my feet. And time to catch up on all the schoolwork i've been missing. Honestly i would be better off homeschooled: i can teach myself better than the teachers can, no bullies picking on my, no James clogging my brain.

Before i knew it Monday rolled around. I'd had all last week off school and now i was going back. So far so good; i'd made it to drama unnoticed. I still had half an hour till first period started. I looked down at the stage from where i was sat- it looked so vast and lonely. I didn't take drama anymore but i missed the stage...

Music blurred out of my phone which i has left on the edge of the stage. It was a slow love song; perfect to let my body float along to. I hadn't danced in months, maybe even years. I'd been dancing since i was 2, then had to leave once i started high school. I could have left the competitive team but instead i quit all together.

My excuse for leaving my passion was that i didn't have the motivation for it anymore. i'd 'grown out' of it and needed to focus on new hobby's. Well, dance  want a hobby. It was my life. But my parents and sister believed it. I hadn't told anyone that i really left because i became too anxious of my body and too depressed to continue healthily. I couldn't have kept up hours of dancing on an empty stomach.

But i was past that now. Clean of everything for at least 3 weeks now. Maybe things were looking up.

I hadn't even noticed that the music had stopped until after my thoughts had ended. It felt like i danced my woes away; yeah my body was a bit rusty but never the less was it amazing to try dancing again.

"Nice job" a masculine voice said from behind. Quickly, i snapped my head around to see the one and only James sat on the theatre chairs watching and clapping. My cheeks flushed red at the fact someone had seen me dancing.

"oh u-uhm thanks" i mumbled, unsure of what else to say.

"you're welcome, i didn't know you could dance" he complimented.

"i don't, not any more." My words were fairly blunt but i didn't feel like discussing it...

Before i knew it James had managed to squeeze way more information about my past dance life than i would have hoped. It wasn't a huge deal if anyone found out, but i guess it was a good way to gain his trust.

Then maybe i can open up to him more.
Maybe then we can become real friends.
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Aah this chapter ended so badly buttt i need to get this uploaded asap. Plus i'm gonna do a time skip because this story is going way off track of how i had planned and i don't want to hang around any more with this book :)