The Time I Spent Loving You

Chapter 2

His eyes lit up when I asked, he told me he had just moved from upstate New York not too long ago. As he told me about himself, I couldn't help but get lost in his eyes. They were blue, a very unique shade of blue that changed with the light they were under. In the instant I looked into his eyes, they were a kind of worn out blue. The color of a worn denim jean, still wonderful in their own way, but washed so many times that the original color had faded. They shone in a magnificent way when he talked, he was happy and I could see it in his wonderful blue eyes. I had just met this boy, and I already felt like I've known him for years. Looking into his eyes and conversing with him, I couldn't help but feel instantly at ease. The tensity in my shoulders slowly faded away and I told him about myself.

    Because it was the first day of school we didn't have much to do, the worksheet that had been passed out was meant to be done in pairs. She wanted it to be an ice breaker activity, making you bond with the person behind you all the while filling out a form of what you both hope to accomplish in the year to come. We had gotten carried away with our conversation, forgetting about the activity we had been assigned. By the time the bell rang we had managed to fill out half of the page together. 

    I got up and collected my things, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear as I looked back at him. I smiled up at him, seeing now that he was much taller than me. If I had looked at him straight on, I would be staring at his chest. I smiled and waved goodbye, now feeling nervous to speak. I softly said "Bye, it was nice to meet you Trevor."

He smiled a perfectly pearly white grin, and responded "Likewise, Emma."  I smiled back, and looked behind me to see Grace already approaching my desk.

We were walking out when she turned to me and asked, "Who was that guy Em?" She looked at me smugly waiting for an answer.

"That was Trevor. The guy you told me about earlier? He's really nice," I shrugged, "I told him if he had nowhere to go at lunch he could sit with us."

"He was cute huh," at this point I knew she had caught onto me, not believing my attempt at being nonchalant about my conversation with Trevor. We both knew fully well that she had only called him "cute" for my benefit, she had no interest in guys.

I chuckled and replied, "Yeah I guess." I had just met the guy and I came to find myself already liking him, so much so apparently that it showed. But Grace knew me so well. To her, I might as well have had it written across my forehead. 

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    Our second period class was hardly interesting, French. It had just been an introduction to the course, a video that seemed as if it would never end. The narrator had a monotone voice that almost lulled me to sleep, but at least I got to sit next to Grace for this class.

    It had just ended and we were heading out, waving goodbye to the elderly man who taught the class. He seemed way past the point of retirement but he was sweet, reminding me of my grandfather almost. His name was Mr. Aime, and I could already tell he would be one of my favorite teachers, even if the course he taught was boring.

    On the way to our lockers, Grace and I talked about the people we had class with so far. We only knew so many, probably seven or eight people we would be comfortable talking to in our first two periods. We soon reached our lockers and only I needed to get something out of mine, so Grace was leaning against hers looking down at her phone. The cascade of her wavy auburn hair shielding her face from view.  I was reaching into my locker when suddenly Grace groaned, making me jump and hit my hand against the door to my locker.

"Dude what was that for?" I sighed, annoyed that she had startled me.

"Guess who's going to be in our ballet class," she looked up at me with a dismal expression, and I was lost.

"Who?" I cocked my eyebrow in curiosity. Thinking to myself who it might be, The only people  Grace dislikes are Max, Dylan and J-

Before I could finish my thought she answered, "Jenna."

I looked at her reprovingly, and sighed "I don't get why you don't like her now, what she did was ages ago. In middle school, I mean, people change right?"

"Doubtfully. We were fourteen and it wasn't that long ago, Em. She knew I had a thing for Dylan, and she purposely went for him," She grumbled out, pushing her hair back as if trying to push away the memories as well. I just shrugged and muttered a small 'I guess.' I myself was somewhat close with Jenna, not Grace and I close, but we talked. She seemed sweet to me, but Grace never liked her. Even before the whole 'Dylan incident.'

Snapping me out of my thoughts she sighed, "Yeah, so anyways she posted her schedule to instagram, and I saw people I follow comment on it." She continued to be pouty and moody the entire break. She definitely was not looking forward to our next class.

Ballet had always been our favorite class, we both absolutely loved to dance. But the fact that Jenna would be there, made it just a tad bit less interesting to her now. I knew once we got there though, that she would be fine. Miss Taylor always let us choose who we would dance next to. She would brighten up as soon as she saw we would be far across the classroom from Jenna.

    Almost too soon, the bell rang. Signalling for us to make our way to the girls locker rooms, across from the dance room. As soon as we reached the locker room, the familiar smell of roses washed over me. It was the signature scent of the air freshener always being sprayed throughout the room. Mixed with the pungent perfumes of each girl that inhabited it, it made the smell of rose sickeningly sweet. Grace hated it, but I loved it. It always gave me a sense of comfort, smelling this made me think of dancing, pirouetting and pointing my feet. Dance was one of the few things that truly helped my anxiety, performing the difficulties of ballet was relaxing to me. Only thinking about the technique and the movements I make, not worrying about whirring thoughts of panic or doubt. 

    We dressed quickly, throwing on a similar pair of black yoga pants and maroon tank tops. The first day back in Ballet was usually just a warm up class, welcoming back the students from last year and welcoming the new freshmen. Both Grace and I had on similar outfits, and we threw our hair up in similar messy buns. We matched because we had previously gone school shopping together, wanting matching clothes for Ballet class. Mostly because we danced together frequently. In almost every dancing assignment or performance we had to do, we chose to work together.

We strode into the studio, seeing that the barre's had been pushed to the perimeters of the classroom. There were an assortment of yoga mats on the floor, waiting for us to choose where we'd sit for the year. Of course Grace and I sat closest to the front, well as close as we could get. We got there a little after some people had claimed the first row as theirs, so we were stuck in the middle section of the second row.

    Everyone was seated, some mats left empty for the people that had missed the first class. Grace and I chatted quietly, hoping that this year of dance would be like the previous ones. Our conversation was interrupted when we heard Miss Taylor, "Take the seat next to Emma please." I hadn't even noticed there was a mat empty next to me, the other mat beside me of course being occupied by Grace. I shrugged, assuming that it was someone who came in late, probably some freshman who got lost. And then I saw the look on Grace's face. She looked furious, at this I raised my eyebrow and looked to the right of my mat. I turned, meeting the hazel eyes that belonged to; Jenna.