Aurora on Pointe

Chapter Fifteen

(Erin's POV)

My phone buzzed and I glanced at the name flashing on the screen:

Evan<3

I quickly snatched it up, fumbling with the buttons before viewing the text message, 'Hey:) wanna go grab lunch?' I smiled and quickly wrote back 'Yea, pick me up in 30?' and threw away the bowl of cereal I just made for myself. Buzzzzz, 'Yup'

After going to the studio with Evan yesterday, I can home to find a very anxious Isabel waiting on my door steps, "Erin! Where were you? OMG Were you with Evan? Tell me everything!" she said. I, of course, just rolled my eyes.

"What's wrong with you? It's not like it's the first time I've been alone with him, ya know."

"Yea but now that I actually know you guys have a 'thing,' it's way more interesting!" She waggled her eyebrows, making me blush,

"Isabel, it's not just a thing anymore," I muttered, and she, getting the hint, started jumping up and down. 

"Oh, Erin! You lucky girl!" she said, her Spanish accent thicker than usual. 

I quirked an eyebrow, " What about you, missy, what's been going on in your life?"

"Mi abuela vino a visitar, pero dejo anoche." Her smile had turned into a frown in the last part. I nodded slowly, but totally did not understand a word. "My grandmother came to visit, but she left  last night." She translated.

"Oh, why didn't you tell me! I've been working my butt off at trying to perfect the nacho recipe she made last time she was here!" She laughed, but I didn't get what was so funny.

"Hon, it's just nachos, I wouldn't call it a recipe," she ruffled my hair, "just chips and salsa!" Isabel threw her head back in more laughter as she turned and strutted into my house.

"And cheese!" I yelled out after her. And from there on we just talked and caught up on things...and that's how last night went.

I heard a car pull up, snapping me out of my thoughts, and quickly through up my hair before sprinting out the door. Slipping into the passenger side of his car, I smiled and pecked his cheek, "Hey!" I couldn't help but admire how laid back and relaxed he is, a hand ran through his messy hair as the other lazily gripped the steering wheel. I felt so up tight around him. I glanced in the mirror, eyeing my tight ponytail with sudden hatred, and ripped it out, letting my long hair cascade to their natural waves that frame my face perfectly. I smirked to myself and then turned to Evan, trying to lure him in. Noticing my gaze, his eyes flickered between me and the road, "What?" he asks.

I retreated and sighed, "Nothing." 

A few minutes of awkward silence (well, at least for me), we arrived at a small dinner and Evan requested a table outside. It's already April and the weather has gotten so much warmer, but it only means one thing to me: the ballet audition. I get so nervous just thinking about it! I wonder if Evan's as nervous as I am... 

We both sit down and a waitress comes to take our order, or Evan's order as she does not even seem to notice me. I cross my arms with a frown, watching this slut waitress flirt with Evan. He just wants a coke you whore! Relax your pants! "Evan!" I whine.

"Aw! How cute! Is this your little sister?" she says. My mouth drops open in disgust while Evan snickers a laugh. Jerk. 

"No, I am not his 'sister'! I happen to be this man's girlfriend, so calm your pants a go get me and my boyfriend a coke!" I yell and stand up, shooing her away. As soon as she scuffles off, I plop back in my seat and let out a frustrated groan.