Afterward love

~Chapter 3

~Louis Mérante POV

For the last few weeks things have been different. Such as, Félicie being adopted by Odette. I could tell Félicie is overjoyed about this because she always has a smile on her face, even in my ballet classes, which is almost impossible to maintain a smile during my class. Seriously, most of my students do not even have smiles on their faces', except for Félicie. This is good for her because she will be more dedicated to do what she wants, but it is getting very annoying, very quickly. Other than Félicie, one other thing as been different, Odette. Things been awkward between Odette and me. I know kissing Odette at Félicie's Nutcracker Performance was a unintelligent decision but I do not regret it. Every time I try to discuss it with Odette, she simply walks away from me. I just want her to know how I feel about her and I want to know how she feels about me. The answer soon revealed itself when "He" arrived.

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I had 30 minutes before my first class started, so I decided to look for Odette in a  attempt to  tell her how I feel about her.

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I looked everywhere in the Opéra but Odette was nowhere to be found. Ten minutes based quickly and I needed to start walking towards my class.

As I made my way, I suddenly heard someone with a familiar voice yell.

"ODETTE LOOK OUT!" Félicie yelled.

I thought I was hearing voices, specifically hers since I was just thinking about her. I continued walking towards the ballet, but when I turned the corner, I saw a familiar redhead girl standing in middle of the hall. 

I thought I was going crazy since I just heard her in my head. I walk over to her, then saw a glimpse of Odette. My breathe shorten when I saw her. She was beautiful. I was about to call out to both of them to announce my presence, but before I could, another yell rang through the hall. 

"MY ODETTE IS HERE!" A dark male voice shouted.

My blood started to boil. 

"Who is calling Odette "my"? As far as I know, I am the only one who is pursuing her. So who has this right to call her "my"? I want to make her mine, call her mine. Whoever just shouted this is not worthy of her." My thoughts in my mind was spiraling with jealousy.

I heard a grunt, and I couldn't recall if I made the sound or not. As I drifted away from my thoughts, I noticed that I walked closer towards the yells and the I was directly behind Félicie.

"Did I walk over here without a thought? I want to figure out what the hell is going on," I pondered but I still could see red.

Odette let out a silent groan while saying a few words under her breathe but I did not catch what exactly she had said. Odette turned around to face us and began to say something directed to Félicie however her eyes went straight to me. 

"Mér- Mérante?," Odette queried with a shaken voice.

"It is me mademoiselle Odette. May I query about whom might this be?," I asked carefully as I choose the correct words while glancing at the strange man behind her. I tried to keep my voice calm and soft as much as possible but I could feel a feeling bubbling within me.

"Yes! Well- I-  Ahm! Félicie, Monsieur Mérante, let me introduce you to Conner, he was my best friend when we were growing up." Odette directed her hand to the man behind her. She had tuned to face him and pointed back to us.

"Conner, this is Félicie, my adopted daughter, and Monsieur Mérante, her ballet teacher," Odette said with a slight smile on her face.

My heart tore up when she introduced me as just Félicie's "ballet teacher". I had thought I at least earned the title of a friend, especially after what we have been through together.