All Around The World (Second in Our World Series/ On Hold)

Chapter Three: Spend A Little Time With Me (Part 2 of 2)

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Spend A Little Time With Me (Part Two Of Two)

"Five, Six, Seven, Eight." The choreographer exclaimed, trying to blast her voice across the stage to the other dancers. Rehearsal had just begun. And I was going to have to watch every minute of it. Just to get a little taste of what my Justin was working on. And after an hour of stretching, the back-ups had started to learn new moves for the 'As Long As You Love Me's dance. It was complicated and slick. Which perfectly exclaimed why I could never do it. I usually never danced anyway! Didn't exactly have any nerve to do it. The only dancing I did was with Justin. And with Justin only.

I sat silently inbetween the seats of the stadium, my arms crossed over my chest and aa soft, frilly throw-blanket over my waste. My ears were filled with the raspy voice of the choregrapher, followed by the squeaks of shoes shortly after she gave direction. Each one of them had been selected earlier. And Justin picked all of them. One of them was about thirteen, even. With long brown hair and brown eyes. A cute smile. And she was certainly amazing. But she didn't mess around when it came to dancing. But with Justin, that was a given.

"No. No. No. Grace, Hun. You have to put your whole body into it." Marcie quickly offered her feedback, rushing over to the side of a tiny, tall, and strongly-built blonde girl who seemed to appear older. Grace wet her red lips toward Marcie as she performed the turn around three of the other dancers. Without a single error. She landed perfectly, leaving Grace with a blush of embarressment. She crossed her arms over her chest, letting out a groan which you could clearly hear from the other side of the stage. She flipped her blonde hair back to the sound of Marcie's directions.

And as I sat in the stands, leaning forward in the front row, I thought something. A conclusion was drawn about Grace in that moment. And of course I was keeping it to myself.

'What a bitch.'

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"Ok! We are done here. Next rehearsal is early tomorrow." Marcie concluded, rubbing the beading sweat from her forehead. And soon enough, all the dancers were scurrying off without a care in the world. Even though they seemed out of breath. But still. Grace sat silently on the ground, butterfly stretching with her eyes closed. Her lips zipped shut. And of course. At the last second, her eyes gave me a piercing stare. It seemed to last for many moments. As if she had a problem with me. The look in her eyes showed it.

Grace quickly stood, folding her arms over the red tank and high-waisted yoga pants. Her core was perfectly toned. But her attitude was definetly not. Grace flopped her hair one last time before narrowing her eyes even more in my direction.

Dammit.

"I'm sorry. You need something?" She spat, almost bobbing her head. The only reason why I was staring at her in the first place was because she looked concerned. I stood up from my seat, placing my hands on my hips with a single movement. I narrowed my eyes in her direction and I took a deep breath. I could feel my feet shaking.

The last thing I wanted was a fight. Especcially since we haven't even kicked off the tour yet! Hopefully, she'd shut her trap and take my peace offering.

"Sorry. I just didn't know if you were ok. I saw you earlier and you looked-"

"Would you cut the crap? I'm waiting for my ride. Jeez!" Grace hissed in my mid-sentance. I could feel my cheeks beggining to turn red with rage. Something I haven't felt for a while. Not for months. I sucked up my feelings. And didn't even bother to open my mouth once more.

Me and Grace stood there for many moments. Staring at eachother. Not even bothering to take our eyes off the others. A staredown. My first. I had never had an enemy. I guess that was what it felt like. Her eyes were nearly burning holes threw mine and I could feel it. But Grace quickly turned her head shortly after. And from what I saw, she was damn-happy with what she saw behind the curtains. All I could see was the blank. The darkness and nothing more.