My eyes widen in confusion and surprise, the bus then suddenly stops and I wince as I twist my ankle. I know I winced pretty loud cause almost everyone in the bus is looking at me now, including him.
Oh God, way Not to create a scene in the bus. Everyone looks at me as I limp my way to the door, a few offer to help me, but I refuse to be helped.
Matt looks at me sympathetically. I don't want people to look at me like that and I keep thinking about how tired I am while looking up and--
I hear Matt say, "Careful. Stairs." I look down to see the stairs in front of me and mentally thank him for warning me cause there is no way in this world that I would 'thank' him by using actual words.I then get down after him and my ankle doesn't pain as much as it did a moment ago, but I think it will pain like hell in a minute or two. This is what usually happens with me.
I look at Matt enter the "Prism Mall". Why? Is he following me? Wait. He is in front of me so how can he be following me? Did he stalk me in advance? I follow after him and see him take the elevator so I take the escalator. Shit my ankle pains.
I reach the top floor(2nd), somehow. The lift still hasn't reached. I am here before he is! I feel a hint of happiness as I enter the dance studio. I look at Chloe doin' warm ups as she smiles at me and I smile back.
I ask her, "Where is Liv?"
She replies, "She has gone down to McD to bring some snacks, she has been here since morning and had only a cup of coffee."
"oh"
"Yep, the locker room is unlocked you can keep you stuff in and Liv told me to play the new music track for you."
"ohkay, turn up the volume up while I keep my stuff, I will multitask."I head towards the locker room before she says anything. Why does she have to be so sweet with me?
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