Downfall [h.s]

↞ Chapter 15 ↠

[A/N: Updated ending for this chapter. I want everything to be perfect and one of the future chapters was coming out kinda wonky, so I had to go back and fix this one. I hope you guys enjoy]

"Well that explains why I didn't have to put the passcode in to get into the studio this morning," Someone chuckled, nudging me gently in the ribs. I groaned, swatting at the nuisance; I had been sleeping so well. Besides, my alarm hadn't gone off yet so I definitely had more time to rest before school started.

It was then, I realized that I was not at home like I had thought. Panic hit me in the gut as I lurched up, immediately regretting it as the sun hit me directly in the eyes while my back cracked from laying on the unforgiving surface of the hardwood. I groaned at the pain in the back of my neck and spine, wishing I had just gone home after I was done dancing.

"Morning sunshine," Evan greeted, crouching down to meet me at eye level. I squinted at him as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. "You want to tell me what you're doing here?"

"I came to blow off some steam," I replied, my voice rough from just waking up. "I meant to go home after but I guess I fell asleep."

"Cleary. When I walked in this morning I thought I had forgotten to lock up. For a second I was worried someone might have broken in but nothing was broken or stolen. Now I can see that someone did break in. Thankfully all they wanted was a nap," He joked, straightening out and offering his hand to help me up. I gratefully took it.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"I'm not sure you want to know."

My heart dropped. I knew I had woken up late since the sun was shining, but now I was wondering how late. How many classes did I miss? How much trouble was I going to be in?

I ran over to the speakers and unplugged my phone. The music had stopped playing hours ago, but my battery was still sapped. With ten percent left, a dozen messages and almost a hundred missed calls, I had just enough to catch a glance at the time: 11:30. I had missed practically the entire school day. I was going to be in so much trouble.

"If I had known you were in here, I would have come to wake you up. The only reason I even came in was to get a couple of minutes of alone time before my next class. Imagine my surprise when I saw you laying in the middle of the floor looking like an absolute mess."

I glared at him, "I'm going to go shower and pray that I have some normal clothes lying around so I can at least make it to my last class in time."

"Leave your leggings outside of the bathroom and I'll toss them in the dryer with a dryer sheet so they smell good. I'll look around to see if there's an extra shirt for you to use."

We moved quickly; I didn't even wash my hair while I took a shower, just focusing on making sure I didn't stink since I had fallen asleep before washing off. After ten minutes, I hopped out and attempted to dry myself off so that I would be able to tug on my leggings. Thankfully I had an extra pair of underwear in my dance bag, though I was disappointed that I hadn't remembered to pack a shirt.