Tumbling Down (Dance Moms Fanfic)

Not So Innocent (Ch.22)

I look at my face, hoping the makeup conceals my tired eyes good enough. I was tossing and turning all night because of being scared for today. And I am utterly terrified. When my phone goes off at 6:55, like usual, I nearly jump out of my skin, but I grab my bag and head out anyways.

Sitting in this car feels scary. Watching the trees pass, counting down to when I'll see school is scary. The fact I have 54 notifications on Twitter is scary.

We're about half way to school when I feel him take my hand. It scares me because I wasn't expecting it, and I doesn't help to calm me down in the slightest.

When we get to school, he takes me to the back hallways. I'm scared for this too, because I know he'll yell at me or something.

He takes my bag and his and tosses them to the ground.

Rock: Stop looking like you want to pass out.
Me: What if I do wanna pass out?
Rock: No. It'll be way more obvious to them. You have to pretend not to care.
Me: I can't do that! It's not as easy as you think.
Rock: Don't overreact. Just relax.
Me: Have you met me? I don't relax.
Rock: How about now?

He pushes me against the wall. He's so close. It doesn't relax me; it makes me nervous. I guess nervous is a step up from terrified, though.

Rock: I'm not letting you go anywhere until you calm down, so I suggest you get it over with.
Me: How do you expect me to calm down? It took me hours yesterday.
Rock: It took you five minutes. At most.

He moves his hands higher up my waist. I shiver. And I'm not really focusing on my fear anymore.

Me: I can calm myself down now, fine, sure. What about in 15 minutes when I have to actually see them, I won't be able to.
Rock: Then think of this.

He pushes my hair out of my face, then keeping his fingers on my cheek, kisses me.

I look up at him, biting my lip.

Rock: Can you do that?

I'm so stupid. All I want is him to kiss me again. How do I get him to do that?

"You could just do it yourself..."

I could, couldn't I?

I look away. Rock pushes my head back to face him.

Rock: What is it?

I push up onto my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his. He keeps his hands on my waist, but doesn't kiss me as long as I would have wanted him to.

Rock: I'll see you in 5 hours. You just have to hold on until then. Can you do that?

He releases my waist but takes my hands. He squeezes them tightly. I nod.

It's not long after they I have to pick up my bag and walk alone to first period.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Whenever someone would say "snickers", I would usually think of the candy bar. Not today. Snickers and laughter follow me the whole time in I'm that building.

I don't talk to Rock during science. Or gym. Or on the ride home. When we get to my house, I try to leave without a word, but I don't get that far.

Rock: You're quiet. How was it today?
Me: Hell.

I try to get out again, but he stops me.

Rock: You did-
Me: I can't talk. I have dance early tonight.

I get out of the car quickly and run inside.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Gianna: Hey Kenz, what are you doing here already?
Me: Had nothing else to do. No homework or anything. Decided I'd get a jump on something.
Gianna: You have a duet and the group dance this week. Neither of which I can teach without the other dancer or dancers.
Me: That's fine. I can warm up and help out some other class. Which classes are going on right now?
Gianna: Uhh...3-4 year olds are in Studio C. Ballet. 7-8 year olds are in Studio A. Jazz and lyrical. And nobody's in Studio B right now.
Me: Okay. Thanks.