For the Love of Ballet

Chapter 11

I felt if  I stayed another minute in my room, I was going to die of suffication. Now I was running at five in the morning. Memories of last night were flooding inside my head. After we left the audition room, Ezra wanted me to explain what happened inside. The whole scene was still fresh in my mind.

"Dania, explain to me what the headmistress was talking about in there?" Ezra was clearly angry and confused.

"You know the night I left with Mr. Vronsky?" I looked him straight in the eye, "The headmistress banned me from auditioning. I didn't want to tell you, because I didn't want you to be upset and lose your focus."

"You should have told me!" 

"I know, and I'm sorry..." I lowered my head and looked at my pointe shoes.

Ezra let out a loud sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. When he did that, I knew he was furious and was trying to calm down. He never said anything after that. He simply walked off, leaving me alone in the empty hallway. I didn't want to go back to my room after that, I went up to the deserted dance room and sat right by the huge wall window. Why did I feel like crap? I didn't want to hide this from Ezra. I was simply trying to fix my mistakes and prove to that wretched woman that nothing was going to stand in my way. Being a professional ballerina wa- is my dream. Let's not forget my other problem... Mr. Vronsky. I never thought he was going to be there and defend me after what happened. I shook my head and continued running. The last thing I wanted to do, is think of the man whom I shouldn't be thinking about.

I don't know for how long I was running before I felt my calves burn. I sat on a nearby bench and drank the last of my water. I watched as the people were getting out of their homes heading to work. I knew I had to get back to school before anyone notices I'm gone. I started to walk back to school when I heard the sound of a car honk. At first, I ignored the sound thinking it was angry driver honking at a car. The car honked again and I turned around and saw the nicest Mercedes-Benz parked in the street next to me. From the black tinted windows, I couldn't identify who was inside. I slowly walked over to the passenger side and the window automatically rolled down. I immediately recognized who was inside and felt my traitorous heart skip a beat. 

"Need a lift?" Vronsky smiled as he watched me.

"Are you following me?" 

His hazel eyes brighten with playfulness, "No, I was going to get my breakfast and saw you walking down the street."

I felt my cheeks burn, "Oh."

"So Dania, do you want a ride? You look exhausted."

A part of me wanted to say no and keep walking. Just thinking of walking made my legs burn, I gently rubbed my calves and nodded my head. He unlocked the door and I got inside. The man must be insane for having the AC up, on a cold San Francisco winter morning, but inside I was thankful. My body was still hot from my earlier embarrassment. Vronsky started the car and drove off. He grabbed his phone and The Cure's Lovesong started playing through the car's speakers. I looked at him and he chuckled.

"Have you ever heard of The Cure, Dania?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," I smiled, "My parents are huge fans. Especially my mother... I swear my mom would divorce my dad and marry Robert Smith. I think I was conceived after a Cure concert."

Vronsky's laughter filled the car, making me join him. We both gazed at each other's and felt my traitorous heart skip beats. We both were going to lean into a kiss, but thankfully the car behind honked. I tore off my gaze and looked out the window for the rest of the ride. Vronsky pulled up to the school and shut off the ignition. He gently pressed my shoulder, making me turn around and gave me a sad smile.

"I was actually heading to the airport this morning. I leave to New York and then Moscow to see my family and won't be coming back until the production."

"Why are you telling me this?" I was trying to sound unaffected by his future absence.

He gently caressed my cheek, "I am telling you this, because as twisted as this sounds, I like you. I am not a bad man, Dania. I'm not what others claim that I am. I want us to see each other."

"Mr. Vro- I mean Dmitry, I can't-" Dmitry crashed his lips onto mine before I realized what was happening, I was kissing him back. He pulled his seat back and placed me on his laps. He started kissing down my neck to the top of my cleavage. My body was so turned on, I wasn't thinking straight.

"Please be my lover, Dania," Dmitry whispered as he nibbled my neck.

"Yes, Dmitry... I will."