Passover love

Chapter 32

           

Chapter 32

"One, two, three—Jelen! How come you dance like a you're having a cows-foot?!" Shouted Madame Lastinania, pointing the girl at my side whose about to faint.

Clearly, she didn't eat much. She did get what Madame Lastinania said, "Eat healthy, stay slim". I expected this kind of rules in here. It's ballet. You need to look skinny. Especially that Madame is a perfectionist.

I glanced at my side where Shantel sat. She's been here for about three hours already and the distance and atmosphere we both have is still critical as ever.

Changing into my casual suit in the dressing room, three girls from my class came in.

The first girl has short black hair while the rest of the two girls have light brown hair. Just like what we used to do, the hair of the three of them is tied in a bun.

I notice how the short black hair looked at me like she disgusted me.

The girl with the mid hair long light brown hair lean over the cubicle where you can see the mirror, untie her hair and let it flow over her shoulders. As what I've learned for a year in here, she's Celestia the girl who got rejected from dancing Maria (other girls told me about her 'biggest embarrassment' of her life. Which is not.)

"You're friends with Shantel?" The girl said with the long light brown hair which I recall, Iannah, the girl who apply make up every hour. (I mean, really, every hour. That's the perks of owning a beauty product.)

N/A: (This is how you pronounce her name: ih-ya-nah)

She crossed her arms in her chest while Celestia and Eleya (The girl who has pitch black hair. Just like what I expected her attitude will be.) Also turned at me.

"No."

"No?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I saw her looking at you. I mean, the whole time she visited our class." Celestia rolled her eyes as Iannah said that.

"What did you expect? Of course, she won't know! She thinks of herself so highly that she couldn't care the people around her. Remember, you may think that you're much prettier than Shantel, but did you get her boyfriend's heart?"

"What? Celestia, what are you talking about?" Her last statement wakes me up.

"Look, we're just at Shantel's side here. As her friend, I suggest you keep that face of yours away from him. There's billions of girls around the world yet he only picks her. You can't do anything about that. Don't waste your time."

What does she mean? To cover my face when possibilities happens?

I shook my head. I tried to raise my hand, gesturing to give up because I don't have a hint about the things they're talking about. But Celestia grab my hand and hold a grip on it tightly.

"Don't be such a knucklehead Vasilka. We all know that you're one filthy pretty face."

I eyed them darkly.

"What do you want?" I asked coldly.

"Simple. Leave here at Greece Royal Ballet School. It's much more peaceful before than you having here."

"And why would I do that?" I didn't help my anger.

Celestia smiled. "This is Shantel's place. She should be the prettiest, and much more skilful. Social climber like you rotten this Ballet School." Immature brat. I don't want to speak girls like her. If you'll fought with an immature, then you're also immature.