Jones [H.S.]

Chapter 8

Now Ally was sitting in the corner of the room, breathing heavily. She watched Vicky practice her part, and she never realized how much it suited her. Her dirty looks, her high pitched voice, which doesn't have to do with anything but she thought it suited perfectly, and overall her personality. She was the kind of person that wanted always to be the center of attention, everything was hers and only hers, literally.

Ally fished for her phone in her bag, checking the time. 9:28 pm.

She sighed as she stood up, knowing that soon practice will be over and Monica will send them home. She put on her pants over her tights with a soft lilac, high neck sweater. Then put on her running shoes, picked up her back and exited the building. A gust of cold wind slapped her face as she stood outside, cursing under her breath. Her brother had to work late. He was always busy. Busy with the university, busy with work, busy with friends, parties, gatherings and so and so and so. She envied him though; he was living a normal life, a regular university student whereas she was in front of a fully mirrored wall every day for the past decade. Rarely went to parties and if she went to one, she'd go with her brother. But the best thing was that no matter how much the twins were busy with their lives, they were close as ever. They shared everything.

Ally decided to walk home, despite the windy weather, making her lips dry and eyes teary. She blamed herself for not bringing a scarf or a jacket.

As she walked, she thought that she really should get a car. She was tired of seeing her license every time she opened her wallet, knowing it was no use for her. Her dad always told her he could buy her a one, but she still declined. But now as she was walking in the cold weather, she thought maybe she could ask her dad for one.

Her breath hitched when she passed by the dark gallery, seeing the familiar metal door, but the car wasn't there. Her mind raced back five nights ago, to the strange encounter and weird confession that came out from a reserved person. A sense of guilt raised in her as she thought that she hadn't told her brother about what has been happening to her recently. But she also felt that it was unnecessary. Not that Jason was the crazy-over protective brother, but she thought maybe if she kept it to herself it would be better.

After what she heard from Harry, she stormed out of the room. Again, not shutting the door behind her carefully, causing a loud slamming noise. As much as she was intimidated by him, she wished she had a rewind button to repeat what he said to her again, again and again. He made her stomach flutter in a right way. In a way that she always bites down her lips to prevent a smile every time she thought about him. But also, panic raised in her at the thought of her liking him much more. She didn't want any distractions; she didn't want to worry about anything that didn't involve her career and passion.

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The next morning, Ally had a hard time waking up. Her nose was blocked, and her chest felt heavy. She groaned as she got out of bed, rubbing her temples from a vicious headache.

"Ally,"

She jumped in surprise, turning around to see Jason by the door with a concern on his face. "What?" her voice was hoarse as she coughed roughly.

"I feel bad for not picking you up last night, you look awful."

"It's okay; I'm fine. Just a little cold." She nodded towards him with a tired smile. "What time is it? I need to get ready for practice." She started searching for her phone in her bag, feeling a bit dizzy when she bent down.

"It's noon, Ally. You slept through your alarm. I-"

"What?!" she shrieked. "What do you mean noon?!"