Hello!!! :D Here I am again, I told you I wouldn't abandon you. Thank you so much for the support messages, they really cheered me up.

So I found another dancer Bella story that I'm sure you'll love as well. Its great, and totally different from this one.
Pas de Deux by JenniP - http://www (dot) fanfiction (dot) net/s/5439137/1/

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Bellarina. Chapter 6

Bella:

To say that keeping up with the academy was hard would be an understatement. I was working my ass off… literally.

In one of my favorite classes, World Dance History, we were studying mideastern cultures. It was a really cool theme, and I loved learning about other cultures, their customs and traditions, but this was a dance school, so of course it had to be related to dance.

The not so cool part was that my team, -Alice, Zafrina and I- had to do a demonstration on said theme, aka a belly dance performance.

We had been rehearsing all week long, in my new studio of course, but it was so hard. Belly dancing was so different from ballet. Ballet was all about maintaining a center, a point of balance, and the movements, while graceful, are structured and precise. Belly dancing was all the opposite, so free, so fluid.

Alice was having a blast, of course. Being a contemporary dancer, she was used to that kind of movement, while Zafrina and I were busting our asses.

On top of that, I still had to prepare myself for the Winter Gala audition, so I practically lived in my studio now. It wasn't so bad though, since Edward was in there with me half the time. I loved that I was able to share this with him.

I loved the moments when he could simply watch me dance, or I could hear him play, and we could just enjoy each other's sometime he had so much school work, that he would just bring his study material in the studio and put some classical music on his ipod .

He had been so supportive, helping me in anything he could, playing music while I rehearsed, staying up late with me while I prepared for my audition, making diner when Alice and Zafrina were over. I felt like lately I had been just taking from him and not giving anything in return, but he knew I would do the same for him.

On Tuesday I woke up really early –it wasn't even seven. Edward was still sleeping soundly, but I needed to make the most of today since tomorrow was the performance, and Saturday the audition. I knew that I was more than prepared for both, but being cocky and taking things for granted wasn't going to do me any good, so rehearse I did.

I quickly and silently changed into a leotard and my pointes, before I headed to my studio. I put on some soft music to listen while I stretched and warmed up. When I felt ready, I changed the music until I heard the soft tune of my solo song hum out of the speakers and echo off the walls of the studio.. As I was preparing for the first movements, I suddenly felt an excruciating pain in my left foot. Involuntarily, a strangled scream escaped my chest as the rest of my body collapsed to the floor.

I tried to remove my pointe as fast as I could, but the pain clouded my reflexes, and my fingers were moving all wrong. I felt as though my foot was being bent downward and about to break.

I heard Edward's footsteps quickly approaching the room. "Bella? Bell… Jesus! What's wrong, Bella?!" He ran hastily to where I was laying, trying to assess what was happening to me.

"Cramp… foot," I managed to choke out as I clutched my foot, trying to relieve the sharp pain.

With a swift movement, Edward undid the ribbons that held my pointe firmly in place and gently removing it from my foot. I could now see the strained cords that forced my foot to bend in such an unnatural way.

He pushed my toes upward, trying to neutralize the involuntary movement, and with his other hand, he massaged the sole, relaxing the stained nerves. He continued the small movements for a couple of minutes until the pain began to ebb.

"Thank you," I sighed, relieved that the pain was completely gone now.

.

"Bella," Edward said sternly. I looked up, confused as to why he was using that tone. "Have you been eating alright?" he asked.

"Of course I have."

"Well, I don't think you have, this cramp just proves it," he scolded.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"It's a sign that your sodium and potassium levels are low."

I didn't know how to respond to that. I was aware of eating slightly less in quantity, but I still ate healthily. Before I could open my mouth, he sighted heavily.

"Just promise me you'll take better care of yourself, baby girl,"

"I will, babe, you know I always do," I replied sincerely.

After that, we ate breakfast together, and Edward nagged me until I agreed to eat a complete banana and some Gatorade to get my electrolyte level higher.

We walked to school just like we did every morning, reveling in the companionable silence. We kissed at the bottom of the stairs in front of the academy, but when I turned to walk up to the entrance, Edward pulled me back.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay? That was a nasty cramp this morning. It could make your foot really sore, or you could have another one. You could just skip school today. One day isn't-"

"Edward, babe, stop it," I said sweetly, smiling reassuringly at him. "I'll be fine."

"Okay," he breathed. "You scared me today, baby girl," he said as he cupped my cheek. "When I heard you screaming… I thought… I… I…" he stuttered and then shook his head as if shaking off a bad thought.

"I'm sorry," I said to him, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist.

"Okay," he said pulling away. He was smiling beautifully now. "Let's not dwell over nothing. I love you, Bellarina."

"Love you, too." I pecked him before he had to leave. He was actually running late now, because of me.

'Classical Variations' was my first class. I hurried to the classroom, not wanting to be late. Mrs. Carmen Astauburuaga –Mrs. A, for short- was a former choreographer for the Spanish Ballet, so her class was far from easy.

As we were stretching, Zafrina was retelling for the hundredth time the story of Santiago. Alice and I knew it by heart now.

"He's a law student at NYU, and only works weekends at the club. Oh, and you should see his apartment, so modern… so masculine…" she said dreamily.

"Jesus, he really must have a magic dick since you can't shut up about the man," Stefan said half annoyed, half joking, effectively cutting off Zafrina's rambling.

"Esteban!" Zafrina scolded him.

"Ugh! You know I hate that. 'Stefan,' repeat after me, Zaf. Eees… teeeh… faaahn…"

"Esteban," Zafrina responded, giggling.

I couldn't help but laugh at the little child fight they were having, but before they could start slapping each other, Mrs. A came in.

"Okay, people, I hope you've already warmed up properly," she said, as she clapped her hands twice. Immediately, she began instructing the variation we were going to be working with today, and then she divided us into teams to perform it.

I felt my confidence lift as Mrs. A set me as an example, but now in a good way, since I executed it perfectly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jane scowling at me, obviously green with jealousy, and I couldn't help but smirk.

In the last month, since classes started, I realized that Jane was a mediocre dancer with smudged technique. She probably just got into the academy because of daddy's money. It really explained a lot about her bitchiness. She was a jealous little brat, because she knew that every single person in here was a better dancer than she'd ever be, and no amount of money in the world could buy her that. After coming to that realization, all the hard feelings I had toward her were replaced by simple pity.

The rest of the day passed as usual. Zafrina, Alice, Stefan and I joking and goofing around, Jasper usually joining us in between classes. Although we mostly picked on Zafrina, who seemed permanently attached to her cell phone either texting or calling "Santi" as she called him now. She knew we were just kidding though. We let her know that we were all very happy that she had found someone, especially when she was so far away from her home.

As I was on my way out after classes were over, Alice caught up to me in the hallway.

"Bella, wait!" Alice called.

"Hey, Alice, what's up?"

"What's up? What's up?! Bella! We have a performance tomorrow!"

"Don't worry, Alice, we rehearsed plenty. I'm sure we'll be great."

"Oh, I know we're going to magnificent. But we aren't completely ready. How are we supposed to give a performance without proper attire?"

Oh, Jesus Christ! That could only mean one thing… a shopping trip… with Alice. I was suddenly very afraid.

Fortunately, I didn't have to be subjected to this torture alone, since Zafrina had to come with us, too. We went through the entire mall before we could settle on what we were wearing tomorrow. I thanked God and every deity I knew existed that we were dancing barefoot, because Alice found some six inch pumps that were the exact color of the top we had chosen.

"You know what else we could get while we are here? Halloween costumes!" Alice suddenly said excitedly.

Zafrina and I just stared at each other in horror, knowing that we couldn't escape the force of nature that was Alice. We spent a couple more hours looking for costumes until we found some that we liked. I got home thoroughly exhausted, but very eager for some much needed Edward time.

On Friday morning, we got up bright and early, and after a nice quickie in the shower and a light breakfast, we headed to the Academy.

Today he wasn't dropping me off as usual. He was actually coming in with me, which made me quite giddy. Since the performance was being held in the auditorium, we were allowed to invite people to watch us.

As we walked through the hallways, I saw more than two heads turning at the sight that was Edward, and it made me feel proud to be the one holding onto his arm. It made me want to yell, "Hey everyone, this is my man… as in MINE," but I restrained myself, instead a smug grin plastered itself on my face.

Edward:

We stepped into the auditorium, and I walked Bella to the backstage door. I kissed her and passed her duffel bag before she had to go and get ready. I took a seat in the third row where Jasper was sitting with Santiago.

Santiago was a cool guy. He had a slight Spanish accent, having grown up in Miami with Cuban parents. He was a very smart law student with a great sense of humor, so basically we got along just fine.

"What's up guys?" I asked as I took a seat.

"Hey, man," Jasper replied.

"Que hay, papi," Santiago greeted.

"So anyone get to see what the girls are wearing?" I asked.

"Not me, but Zafi said it was hot," Santiago said.

As he said that, Bella's teacher and classmates came in and took a seat in the rows in front of us. I noticed Stefan, and he waved at us before he took a seat with the rest of the class.

"Good morning, class," the teacher greeted. "And gentlemen." Obviously referring to us. "Today we are having a Lebanese dance demonstration performed by Miss Mary Alice Brandon, Miss Isabella Marie Swan and Miss Zafrina Alessandra Da Silva."

"Esa es mi nena!" Santiago yelled, earning us a stern look from the teacher.

She asked a bunch of questions –Jane raising her hand obnoxiously to respond to each and every one. When the teacher allowed her to speak, she stood up, and as she recited her answer –wrong- she kept looking at me, batting her eyelashes, and twirling a strand of hair around her finger. I guess she was trying to look cute or something, but she actually looked childish, ridiculous and pathetic. Definitely not my type.

After fifteen minutes or so, the teacher had someone lower the lights and some Shakira song started playing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that both of the guys sitting beside me were, just like me, holding onto the armrests a little too hard, anticipating a sexy as hell show.

The auditorium went completely dark while the stage lit up softly. Little by little we began to make out the girls' silhouettes. They were lined up, moving their arms in an 'S' motion, looking very much like that Hindu deity that has several arms.

As the lyrics of the music began, the stage was illuminated completely and the girls stepped apart from each other. My eyes zeroed in on Bella and the fuckhot outfit she wore. She had black leather pants that clung to her like a second skin, a bluish-green top that showed her cleavage nicely, and one of those belly dance coin belts that rattled with every hip movement.

They did solos, Zafrina being the first one. I had to admit that even though she was not nearly as good as Bella, she was a very good dancer. Without a doubt she could make a living out of this. She started shaking her hips frantically, making her belt rattle rhythmically. As she did so, Santiago yelled, "Echale mamita, mueveme ese bote, preciosa!"

Jasper and I tried to chuckle as silently as we could, but the teacher heard us anyway.

"Gentlemen, this is a class, not a basketball game. Contain yourselves or I will have you removed," she hissed at us.

"Sorry, ma'am," we said in unison.

Bella was next. She was a vision in those leather pants and top that hugged all her subtle curves in a very enticing way. Her movements were slower than Zafrina's, but more pronounced. She jutted her hips out so much that it seemed like she had it disjointed. Then she would swivel it back and jut it out to the other side. She lifted her arms over her head and started strategically jerking her hips, making noise with her belt. With every movement she turned a little bit until her back was completely to us.

She started moving her entire body in a hypnotic snake-like motion and stopped when her hip was sticking out the most. It was in that moment that I realized that Bella's ass looked almost bare with those damn pants clinging so tightly to her. I felt the sudden urge to gauge the eyes out of every fucker in the room.

Bella turned her head to look over her shoulder until her gaze met mine. She jerked her hip once again to make her belt clink, then she smirked while still looking at me. Fuck! She knew exactly what she was doing.

She stepped back to allow Alice to take the center, and I had to start thinking about my grandmother in tights to rein in the steel hard-on I was sporting now.

Alice's style was very different from Bella's and Zafrina's, since she was a different type of dancer. I didn't know much about contemporary dance, or any dance, for that matter, but I could tell she was really good.

She started doing that shaky movement, bending to the left even more with each motion until she was completely bent into an inverse 'L' form. I'm pretty sure that the three of us looked like morons turning our heads to the side at the same time, trying to decipher if Alice really didn't come in two separate pieces.

She kept dancing a little more as, she started to bend backwards, moving her shoulders in a circular way until her face was almost level with her ass. As she faced us, she winked at Jasper and stood straight once again.

Santiago and I snickered, watching Jasper's jaw almost detach from his face. I had to give him a slight elbow when a little drool started coming out of his mouth.

The three girls danced together once again, continuing with all of the torturous movements. The music played its last notes, and the girls stood in a pose that looked like Charlie's angels in Bollywood.

We stood up immediately, clapping, howling and cheering for our women. As promised we were thrown out by the teacher. She even swatted Santiago's ass with a folder on our way out.

I wished I could have kissed Bella goodbye, but I was running late for class and I knew she had one more of her own.

After saying goodbye to the guys, I rushed to make it to my next class in time, but failed miserably. Dr. Meyer had already started the lecture. I walked in as quietly as I could and took a seat next to Ben.

The rest of the day, I tried to concentrate on my classes, reminding myself that I would need to know the stuff Dr. Meyer babbled about. But, I was fighting a losing battle, because the only thing I could think about was my gorgeous girlfriend and the way she swayed her hips in her fucking leather pants.

That night, Bella gave me a repeat performance at home. Only slower… with less clothes… and other activities involved.

The next day, Bella was a total wreck. It was finally D-d-day, Day of audition. She woke up at fucking four in the morning to rehearse. I got up at 5:30, annoyed as hell, from the thump-thump-thump noise she made when she did that little ballet tip-toeing thing.

It wouldn't bother me as much if I knew she was just rehearsing, but as I heard the thump-thump-thump again and again, I knew she was just repeating the same step over and over. That only meant one thing –she was panicking.

I made some coffee and poured a cup for her, preparing it just like she liked it –a lot of mikl and five sugars. I walked to the studio and leaned on the doorframe, watching her. I sipped my coffee, while I held hers in my other hand.

"Oh my God, Edward, you scared me!" Bella shrieked when she spotted me watching her.

"I'm sorry I stared I just can't help it when the sight is so beautiful," I said, walking toward her. I held out her cup and she took it.

"You're so lame," she muttered, ,,and I just winked at her.

She closed her eyes and smelled the rich aroma of the coffee. She let out a little sigh before she took a sip, and when she did, her face scrunched up in pleasure as she moaned. It was kind of funny, amusing actually. It was like watching someone revel in the delight of food after being in a desert. Then, as if she has sensed my amusement, her eyes snapped open and she shoved the cup into me, almost spilling the scorching liquid on my chest.

"You put sugar in it?" she yelled, and my eyes went wide as I witnessed her almost psychotic change of mood. "What the hell is wrong with you? I can't have sugar anymore! God, Edward!" She stomped out of the studio before stopping at the doorway.

"It's good to know you'll always have my back," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I started walking out of the room, wanting to apologize, and then I heard the bedroom door slam.

Fuck! She's stressed out of her mind over this shit and instead of comforting her, I upset her even more. Way to go, asshole…

I went to the kitchen and sat down at the table. I intended to finish up my coffee and grab a bite, but I suddenly wasn't hungry anymore. I decided to give Bella her space. I didn't want to upset her even more, so I went to the guestroom. I lay down on the bed, trying to fall asleep again, but I just managed to stare at the ceiling and notice that the bed didn't smell of Bella, so sleep never came.

Eventually, I gave up on sleep and went to take a shower. I stood in the warm water, relishing in the soothing sensation, until it started getting cold. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I noticed the bedroom door open, and Bella gone. She must have been really mad at me if she left without saying good-bye.

I realized that if I stayed home waiting for her, I would lose my fucking mind, so I quickly threw on a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt and hoodie, and walked out of the apartment.

I needed to let out some steam, so I headed to the gym. I was in no mood to lift weights, so I just hopped on one of the treadmills. I set it up on a higher pace than I usually did and jogged until I was thoroughly exhausted.

I walked home at a lazy pace, making a plan in my head on how to make it up to Bella. It almost startled me when I see her sitting on the couch, hugging her knees, after I opened the door of the apartment. In that same second, she got up and ran to me, encircling her arms around my waist and pressing her cheek against my chest. I returned her embrace wholeheartedly.

"I'm sorry, babe. I'm so sorry I snapped at you this morning," she said against my skin, sniffling.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean to upset you with the coffee, quite the contrary."

"I know, I'm so sorry. Can we just… forget about this?"

"Please," I answered her. I didn't want to talk about it anymore, so I changed the subject quickly. "So, how did your audition go?"

"I don't know, and I don't care anymore. What will be, will be, right? I did my best, and if they don't choose me after that, it will be their loss, so I'm not going to worry about it anymore," she said nonchalantly.

But if there was anything to be known about Bella, it was that she was very transparent person. I could see right through her 'big girl' façade. I knew if she didn't make it, it would crush her, so I just prayed to be strong enough to keep her from breaking.

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No glossary in this chapter, instead some translations for Santiago.

Que hay papi:

What's up, man.

Esa es mi nena:

That's my baby.

Echale mamita, mueveme ese bote, preciosa

Go baby, shake that bum for me, gorgeous.