A/N: gif on the side of Sage. Jesus, her eyes are so beautiful I can't even.
{Sage's POV}
I woke up to the sound of my annoying ass alarm quacking at me. Jesus, why are ducks even an option? I was more than excited to get up because I was ready to go to class. The nurse told me to take yesterday off and I did and I can't miss anymore classes. It's not like I'd fall behind on choreography, I just would feel like I'm not trying my absolute hardest.
It's really weird when Poppy isn't here. I'm not really friends with any of the other girls here. They all think I'm a selfish snob from America or whatever. But to be completely honest, most ballerinas are very selfish. We care more about getting the lead than about that girl who got dumped. We usually don't even care when others get hurt, god I am quite selfish.
I got dressed in the go to first year leotard, pink tights, nike pros and a long cream cardigan. My hair was in it's usual tight bun, with braids around it. I slipped on flip flops before heading out of my room to class. Once I get to class I see people staring. Take a picture it'll last longer. I walk up to Mrs. Hood to talk to her about my expectations she has for me.
"Ah miss Evans. I'm glad to see you awake." She smiles. "I am truly sorry for what happened. If I knew Carson couldn't handle it I wouldn't have made him your partner. He's always been a bit doubtful of himself that one. I'll have you know that he ended his attendance here and sends his apologize in a new pair of pointe shoes." She smiles, handing me a bag with new shoes in them. Jesus those are like 100 bucks! Did he really feel that bad?
"Wow that's ridiculous." I mummer.
"Sure is, so my son told me that you had been icing your back and resting over the weekend?" She asks. I nod. "Well just to be safe for today why don't you just stay at the barrè for a few hours. After lunch we can decide if you feel good or need a break, alright?"
"You're the teacher," I smile before turning around and getting out my shoes. I put the new ones in my bag and make a mental note to sew them for when my current ones die. Since I will be staying at the bar I am allowed to keep my shorts and cardigan on. I walk over to the barrè that is more secluded and wait for Mrs. Hood to tell us what to do. We always warm up at the barrè first so I can at least do that with everybody.
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By lunch I decided that I am completely over using the barrè. A person can do only so many pliès and such before wanting to scratch their eyes out with sewing needles. I ate lunch with Josh and Matty today, which was just me eating a sandwich while they stick to eating each other's mouths. I make a gagging noise and they pull apart to glare at me.
"Don't be bitter Sagey." Josh coos. "If you wanted a boyfriend you can easily have one. And if you did you two would probably hump around like Ash and Pop."
"Maybe even more than those little rabbits." Matty laughs at his lame joke.
"Oh fuck off you too!" I groan. They both raise their eyebrows in question. "I'm not even that horny of a person." I whine.
"Bullshit." Matty says. "You probably used to get around. I can sense it. It is one of my gay superpowers." He jokes. "Now all we need to do is find you a sexy boyfriend who is as horny as you." Him and Josh nod in agreement.
"I have a boyfriend," I mumble and they both stop laughing. "Don't give me that look!" I groan. "I'm allowed to date. It's not that big of a deal. And Luke said that he-"
"Luke?!" Both boys shout at the same time before exchanging a look with each other.
"Yes, Luke." I say slowly. "What other straight male have I been spending time with enough for them to convince me to break my rule." I roll my eyes.
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Betty Bunhead {Hemmings Au}
FanfictionBunhead- term for a ballet dancer, either affectionately or used to imply a degree of snobbery.