A/N: Did I say they get less depressing?
"If I were smarter… or taller," she said quietly from across the room. "They would have accepted me."
"Intelligence has nothing to do with dancing," I assured her.
Her face scrunched up and she bent her head forward, choppy bangs covering her eyes. More than anything, I hated when girls cried. They always tried to be strong, but no girl looked respectable when she cried.
"If I had the brains to make a great choreography, then I would have been accepted. The past eighteen years of my life have been wasted."
I pulled her pink comforter over my nude bottom half. Had I know her sex drive was out of devastation, I would have stayed at work. I could practically feel her sorrow dripping off in waves and crashing over me in the most unpleasant of ways.
"So what, Alice?" She looked enraged. "My sister tried to get into Yale, and guess what? She's not the brightest firefly in the field. But she did two years at a different school, applied herself, and got in."
"What's the point?" she sniveled. "Two more years and I'll practically be a relic. Julliard won't take me then."
I sucked in a deep breath and blew out, making a horse-like sound. Alice threw her alarm clock at me, narrowly missing the side of my head. I could handle rage better than sadness.
"What's the big deal?" I mocked.
"The big deal?" she mimicked. "This is the biggest deal in my entire life!"
"Why?"
She stood, and it was hard to take her seriously with her hair all over the place and a purple towel wrapped around her shoulders. I propped my back against the wall, ready for a show.
"How long have you known me for, Jasper? Jesus, I can't believe how inconsiderate you are! This is my life's goal and I'll get there eventually."
"What if you don't?"
"I will! Watch, you… you asshole!"
"Okay," I shrugged. "I believe you."
"What?" She looked utterly baffled.
"Go do what you have to, and then get famous and forget about me."
Her attitude dropped immediately. The nice Alice came back and she crawled onto the bed, sitting between my legs. Her hands gently touched my thighs, the feeling of her scratchy blanket irritating my skin.
"I would never forget about you," she said quietly.
"I know." And I smiled because it was true.
"Stay the night? I'm still sad…."
I pulled her forward and the towel slipped off her shoulders. "Of course."
