Save Me

Chapter 13

"No, I had no idea," Jacob says thinking.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Corbyn shouts at Jacob when he reaches us.

"What do you want?"

"The coach has been trying to fucking reach us all,"

"Why? The game doesn't start in 5 hours," Jacob says confused. Today is the game; everyone is school is super excited, the hallways and yards are decorated and clean and the atmosphere is being charged with cheerfulness.

"Exactly but he wants us three hours before the start,"

"Three hours? For what?"

"To fucking warm up! God, I swear I'll kill him by the end of the year."

"Oh God," Jacob murmurs shaking his head. "Are you ready for later?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"I'm a little nervous," Jacob confesses and I smile at him. I would be too, knowing all the people are looking at me and expect me to win on behalf of this school.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Corbyn asks and I roll my eyes. He turns to me and I look away before his eyes can connect with mine.

"Stop. Rolling. Your. Eyes. At. ME." He says slowly, emphasizing every single word with threat and dominance in his voice and I decide that I'll not walk away from this.

I step closer and lean up so he can see my eyes as I roll them again, right there in front of him. The privilege of pissing me off works the other way too. I see as irritation flashing in his blue eyes and a small giggle escapes my lips.

"The students who wish to be part of the Dance Club will have to take a justification paper and go the fifth period to the dance installation on the north for their audition. Inform your teachers, please. Thank you," I hear a woman's voice say and I think about the audition. I wish I can get in.

I turn around to leave but Corbyn grabs my arm and pushes me back; my back hits his chest. I try to get free of his grip he snakes his left arm around my stomach and I choke on my breath as I feel my inside tighten. He leans down and I can feel his breath in my cheek.

"Don't you fucking roll your eyes at me again," He whispers in my ear. I try to get out of his grip and surprisingly I succeed.

"See you in class," he shouts when I'm far but I still listen. Our common class has almost started and I huff in boredom as I'm trying to solve the first exercise. We just started and I wish the class ends. That's definitely not a good start.

"What time is it?" The blonde who asked to switch chairs with me asks a boy. I don't even want to know how much time we have left. This is our fifth period which means I have to bear this torture three more hours. And then it hits me. I'm supposed to be auditioning.

I stand up immediately with shock and terror in my face. I can't be late, I want to get in and dance, I can't mess this up. I start throwing my things in the bag.

"What the hell are you doing?" Corbyn says and I want to yell but I keep packing. Only when I lean up and begin to move, I see that the whole class is staring at me. I run to the door but stop when a voice stops me.

"Mrs. Evans?" I turn back and find Mr. Lance staring at me questionably. I don't have the time but since I can't speak there's only one solution. I reopen my back and take my notebook in my hands.

I have to audition for the Dance Club. I forgot to inform you, sorry. I move quickly to him and give him my notebook.

"Okay," He states and I give him a small smile. I grab my notebook and literally run out of class without even bothering to shut the door.

When I reach my destination, I'm breathless. I get inside and find too many boys and girls standing in couples in the huge hall. It has a light wooden floor and on my sides there are seats. On the left, the whole wall is made of glass.

"The two little late birds pair together so we can begin," I frown at the words before I turn around to find Ethan. When our eyes meet he grins and walks to me.

"Well?" He says and gives me his hand which I take smiley. I leave my bag on the ground but take my phone with me.

"So, as you can see they are many of you who want to be part of the Dance Club. Last year, we had the students prepare their dance and show it to us. But a lot of things went down and we decided to take a different approach this year. Richard and I will show you a choreography and you'll have to learn it. In the process, we'll see you and decide who is going to get in and not. Let's begin,"

And then I realize that this is a pair dance. I can't dance with my partner if I can't speak. Disappointment fills me; I really wanted this. All the excitement fades away and I turn around to leave. I feel an arm touch mine and I stop.

"Where are you going?" Ethan asks me with a worried expression. I take my phone out of my pocket and write.

I'm currently experiencing a psychological shock and I cannot speak. I can't do this. I'm sorry.

I show it to him and expect that look I see in everyone's faces when they learn; pity.

"I don't understand what it's the problem. You can hear the music, feel the beat and you dance with your body, don't you?" I giggle at his words and type again.

How are we supposed to communicate if I can't talk?

"I'll do the talking and you'll do the writing," He simply says and I grin.

If you're not okay with this tell me and you can have another parth-

He doesn't let me finish as he takes my phones and turns it off.

"Let's try okay? Don't stress over what can possibly happen." The music starts and when I hear the song, I smile.

They start dancing and all of us start to dance following their movements. After a few times, the professors stop and begin watching us. Ethan is a very good dancer and I feel very quickly comfortable dancing with him.

I listen to the lyrics cautiously; and memories of Corbyn flood my mind and heart. I hear him cursing, always acting like he doesn't care about anything and anyone. I dream of the moment that he almost kissed me and now he avoids me like I don't exist. It's my fault that I have feelings for him. I knew he was some arrogant playboy but started falling for him anyway. Images of Corbyn flash in front of me with him entering my room; where everything started.

I shut my lids giving in to music as those moments revisit me. I see him behind my locked eyelashes pressing his body against mine, staring at me and smiling with his glistening ocean blue eyes, pushing me against the wall, caressing my lips against his, crushing me forcefully to him, touch me.

"Oh my God!" A girl cheers; she's smiling yet nervousness is crossing her face. Many boys dressed in football uniforms are staring; that means Noah, Jacob, Cyle and Corbyn is here.

A the song evolves; Ethan pulls me closer to him than before. We dance so close that I'm touching him, my back against his chest. I close my eyes again and lean to him and dance the best way possible. I've missed this feeling of freedom that dance offers me. When the song ends, waves of applause and shouts are heard. I turn to Ethan laughing and his face mirrors mine. He steps closer before kissing me on the cheek.

"I'm so glad I came late," He says in my ear to hear him through the screams and applause, as he places a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Oh my God!" A girl cheers; she's smiling yet nervousness is crossing her face. Many boys dressed in football uniforms are staring; that means Noah, Jacob, Cyle and Corbyn is here.

My eyes move only to find the pair of eyes that have been haunting me the last weeks. He has an unreadable expression in his face. It's like he's surprised; angry and something else I can't understand. He keeps staring at me and I stare back. It's the only thing I can do actually.

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