Chapter Thirteen:- My Guardian Angel

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"I'm Kristen Maria Lambert. I have learnt ballet since 1st grade and I'm looking forward to it and I would love to represent my school in dance."

"Okay so Kristen um-" , going through some random papers a blonde teacher looks at me and I try to smile the whole time. She continues- " So Kristen its like we don’t have enough students in this group. I mean this dance group so we will not be taking any audition or anything. I don’t want you to disappoint me okay?"

"Yes ma'am I'll try my best not to disappoint you" , she smiles and tells me to stand at one side. Including me there are 12 girls here. I'm standing between two girls, on my left is a fairly tall girl, with yellow-brownish hair and other one on my right is a blondie with almost the same height as me.

"Okay girls. Listen up. The main objective of this dance group is the competition that is going to be there in September. Some days before the football match. It is June right now and I want you all to put in your best effort. We are going to have a slow contemporary dance with a mix of ballet. Ballet is only for those girls who have already learnt it. The music is going to be from the music group." , my eyes light up as I hear 'music group'. That means that if Allie proves to be the best in the piano group then she'll be the one giving music for my live performance.

Woooohoooo!

***JENSEN'S P.O.V***

"PASS THE FUCKING BALL MAN" , I shout at Steven. He never passes the ball to me. Like never. Many a times have we lost the match because he didn’t pass me the ball at the last moment. He's supposed to be passing it to me for me to make a bloody goddamn goal. That's how it works. That's how the coach told us to work and that's how I want it to work. We lost some days back also. He's okay with me outside the soccer field but during soccer he doesn’t talk properly at all. He never passes the ball. For damn's sake I'm the captain! He's got to be listening to me!

After our practice we all head towards the restroom. I'm soaking in sweat right now. My shirt which was light blue in color is now dark blue. I see Steven walking in wiping his sweaty face with his towel. He was going to pass by when I said, "Bro you are supposed to pass the ball."

"I don't"

"Yes you should"

"Look we can score even if I don’t pass the ball"

"Yes I can see that. That's why we WON our last match" , I say that sarcastically to him knowing very well that we lost with 1-0. He looks at me with an angry face. And he just walks away. I feel like punching his face but I instead punch the locker next to me.

I don’t know what is wrong with this guy. His mood swings are just unpredictable. I can never understand this guy. I walk outside the room with my bag on one shoulder and I walk towards the exit door of the school. Most probably there is no one in school but I was wrong.

"5 6 7 8"

I see a girl around 5'7". I find her extremely beautiful. I know her. I meet her everyday! She has those beautiful eyes with seriousness on her face as she glides around the stage so gracefully. I peep through a mirror from the auditorium door. There was only one light focusing on the girl dancing around the stage and other girls standing at the back waiting for their turn. She stood tall on her tip-toes and she spins around. This girl was no one but Kristen. She is practicing for the competition. What is she still doing here? Its pretty late now. But wait! Goddamn she's a ballet dancer!

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