Celeana Sardothian:
Rowan Whitehorn, a silver haired, green-eyed god. All the girls at Adarland University loved him, all the guys were jealous of him, but I didn't really care. I had my boyfriend, Sam Courtland, and so I was happy. Today was our two year anniversary. He wanted to take me out, but I told him that it would have to wait until the end of the week. He and I met during exams our first year, we studied at the library and he helped me get a book I couldn't quite reach, a cliché, I know. Anyway, we fell for each other. I wasn't the kind of girl to fall for a guy easily, but he was persistent. He met me every day during exams and even helped me with my studies. He and I weren't majoring in the same subject, I was majoring in literature, (Of course) and his was Photographic arts. He said it was easy and didn't need to study that much so I let him help me. After exams he had asked if I wanted to spend summer break with him, we had been on a few dates and I accepted. My cousin, Aedion, was with his buddies all summer and barely talked to me. I was on my own. We spent the summer at the beach, slowly fell together. I wanted to go out with him today, but I needed to study. My minor in dancing was getting on my nerves and I threatened to drop it. Sam was disappointed, but understood. I liked him for that. "I'll see you at the library." He said on the phone. I smiled, that was "our place". I loved books way too much and I wasn't afraid to say it.
I sat in my usual spot, waiting for Sam. Ten minutes passed, twenty, thirty. I got really nervous and called him again. No answer. I swore under my breath, "Traffic was horrible during this time of year. Just wait a little longer." I told myself. "Stood up?" I heard a deep voice from behind me, I whirled around, Sam. "God damn it Sam you scared the shit out of me!" I seethed in a quiet tone. He let out a loose laugh and sat next to me. "I'm sorry; let me make it up to you." He said, pulling my chair close to his. "I've got to study and practice my variations." I said. "Ok, how about I help you with both?" he asked. "Sure, but you need to work on your work as well" I said, truly concerned. Sam helped everybody, not just me, and I was afraid he would fall behind on his work. "I finished already, you know that." He teased. I knew he was the top of his class and always topped his grades, but still… "Let me help you." He said, taking my hand. I didn't need help. "You can critique my variation. That's it." I smirked as he grinned from ear to ear. "Always happy to help."
After I finish my studies for Lit, I walked with Sam to the dance department. I headed to the girls locker room and changed into my attire and walked out to the stage. The performing arts was one of the most funded of all the buildings at AU (Adarland University) thanks to the king, (whose son actually studies here) Sam was arguing with a guy on the stage. I rolled my eyes and walked up to them, "What's going on?" I asked, not letting my annoyance show. The two guys both turned to me and I winced, the other was Rowan Whitehorn. He looked shocked at first and then a sly smile spread across his lips, "Hey babe, nice Leo." (Leotard) He ran a hungry glance over my body. I scoffed, "what do you want?" I asked. He bit his lip in a seductive way, Sam rolled his eyes. "I booked the stage for an hour." He said. "I know, I was planning on getting here as you leave, but you obviously ran over your time." I said crossing my arms. Sam stifled a laugh; he knew I didn't like this guy. "Well, why don't we do a show and tell?" he asked. "Um, no. get off the stage and let me work on my variation." I growled. He held his hands up and laughed. "You can make me get off the stage but you can't make me leave the house." He said smiling. ("House" is a term for a theater) "Fine." I said and walked past him. I waved to the tech guy in the booth at the back of the theater and he waved back. Archer was a graduate who worked the sound systems in all the buildings, like during performances or concerts. I quickly threw on my toe shoes and placed myself in the upstage corner. (Back corner) archer began the music and I rose up on my feet. I could see Sam and rowan sitting in the front row, rowan was in the middle, and Sam was on the side closest to me. I smiled at him and began my dance.
The stage blurred and I was in a field. I always went here when I was dancing; it was my escape from the stress of it all. I flew through the movements almost perfectly and began my Pirouettes. (Turns) I had mastered four in a row en Pointe, but this dance required six. Make it or break it. I lifted my leg to my knee and brought my arms closer to my body as I turned. The lights all came back and I was back at the stage, perfecting what were definitely more than six pirouettes. The music ended and I landed my turn perfectly. I heard Sam clapping. My feet registered the pain slowly but I felt at least three calluses forming on my feet. "Your turnout sucked, directions were way off the mark, efface is NOT supposed to be facing Croisé!" rowan yelled at me. All these terms confused me, I didn't take ballet from the time I was two, I started in high school. Asshole. "Come here." he jumped on the stage and dragged me to the center of the stage. Sam's face tightened into a scowl. "Let me show you." He said. I rolled my eyes but let him. I took the position facing to the front. "No, that's your problem!" he said. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and turn me to face the front corner. "There." He let go reluctantly and said, "Continue."
After what seemed like ages rowan told me my variation was "as good as it was gonna get." I guess that was an improvement. "I'm sorry that you had to watch that…" I began but was cut off. "I love you." Sam said. Neither of us said that yet. "I love you too." I said smiling. He grinned broadly and fitted his lips to mine.