Chapter 12: Dancing Angel
Olivia was sitting on the cement steps outside of the Fenir Studio, waiting for Alex. The sun hadn't set yet so she was wearing her aviator sunglasses and, because of the cool temperature, she was wrapped in her brown leather jacket; she was trying to do everything in her power to drive Alex wild. She had seen how dark the blonde's eyes got whenever she saw Olivia in this get up; she looked like she wanted to eat the brunette alive. Olivia shuttered, Alex needed to get there faster.
As if the blonde could read her mind, she stepped out of her black town car with a big smile on her face. Alex was dressed for her dance class; a red leotard under a jean jacket, black tights tucked into black combat boots, and her hair was pulled into a tight bun. The sight of Alex without pants made Olivia's heart skip a beat. She sighed a sigh of content; she didn't know what she did to deserve such a beauty in her life but she wasn't going to start complaining.
Alex draped her bag over her shoulder and waved goodbye to her driver. Olivia approached her from behind, whispering into her ear, "How is it that you look beautiful no matter what you are wearing?"
The blonde turned around and blushed, "I could ask you the same question," blue eyes raked over Olivia's body, taking in the gray yoga pants and black tank top. Olivia noticed how the blonde lingered on her jacket, pulling a plump pink lip between perfect white teeth. "Are you taking a class, too?"
"Nah," Olivia shook her head, "I don't really like taking classes. They're too…constricting."
Alex raised an eyebrow as they made their way into the studio, "So what are you going to do while I'm in ballet?"
The brunette shrugged, "I don't know. I'll probably use an empty studio to practice a routine I've been working on."
The two girls walked into the common longue that the dancers and staff used to eat and relax in. It was a medium size room painted blue with various couches, chairs, and bean bags strewn around. The room came with a refrigerator, a microwave, and a television with a gaming system. A group of middle school girls were in a circle on the bean bag chairs sharing carrot sticks and gossip. The girls stopped talking when Olivia and Alex entered the room. Like in school, Alex was respected and feared amongst the dancers. The older girls tried to be in her good graces so that they could be in dances with her while the younger girls modeled themselves after her so that they could rule the studio one day. So, seeing Alex, queen bee, with Olivia, who was known throughout the studio as the weird girl who danced by herself and never talked, was an unusual sight.
The leader of the group, an eighth grader named Marie, took it upon herself to speak to Alex for the girls, "Hey, Alex. How are you?"
"I'm fine, Marie. How are you?"
"I'm good," one of girls leaned over and whispered into Marie's ear, "So, we were wondering, since when do you hang out with the weird girl? I mean, isn't that a bit beneath you, Alex?"
Olivia stood in shock while Alex glared at the young girl. "That girl has a name, Marie. And Olivia is not weird nor is hanging out with her "beneath me"."
"Come on, Alex," Marie's second in command, Lisa, spoke up, "You're popular and she's a loser. Those two things don't mix."
Marie nodded, "Yeah, you taught us that." The rest of the girls murmured in agreement. Alex stared at the girls. A week ago she would have agreed with the girls and laughed at Olivia, but, things were different now. The brunette was opening up to her and they shared a kiss; something Alex had dreamed of for years. The blonde couldn't believe she had taught her cruel and cold nature to these girls and made them believe Olivia was anything but the beautiful and perfect girl she was. Alex went to apologize to Olivia but found that she was gone. Alex looked up and down the hallway but it had seemed like the brunette disappeared. She sighed and looked at her phone; she only had a few minutes to get to class. She decided she would find the brunette after her class and talk to her. Alex readjusted her bag on her shoulder and walked to her class.
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Olivia was using the back wall of the empty classroom to do her wall splits. As she stretched out her legs her mind kept replaying the interaction she and Alex had with those girls in the longue. Olivia knew all too well about Alex's cruel side; she had been the victim of it for years. But, after sharing that amazing kiss, the brunette allowed herself to forget about the pain the blonde had caused her, if only for a moment. But, hearing those girls talk about how Alex taught them to not like her and to judge her brought back all that hurt and sorrow. She couldn't face Alex after that, so, she ran to the farthest classroom and prayed it was empty. Thankfully, a hip hop class had just finished and there would be no more classes in that room so Olivia was free to use it to practice.
Olivia let herself come out of the spilt and planted both feet on the ground. She cracked her hip as she walked over to where the stereo was in the corner of the room. She knew she had to calm down before seeing Alex and dancing was the only way for her to channel her emotions in a healthy way. The brunette racked through her iPod for a song to fit her mood. In times like this Olivia would make up a dance to express herself instead of using her usual choreographed routines. After choosing a song, she walked back into the middle of the room and waited.
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
Olivia felt the soft melody transport her to another world; a world without pain and anger, where she was free to be happy and at peace.
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Arms and legs flowed gracefully as the brunette practically flew across the floor. Years of training showed as Olivia went through a series of turns, leaps, and rolls.
Cause we're just all under the upper hand
Goes mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in her pipe she'll fly to the Motherland
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Olivia closed her eyes as she moved; these moments were her favorite, the moments where she completely lost herself in the music. To her, that was what true dancing was about.
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank note
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
Olivia felt another person in the room with her as she came out of her fouette but she choose to ignore it. As she turned, she felt two hands on her hips and finally looked into the mirror to see blue eyes staring back at her.
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she'll fly to the Motherland
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Alex spun Olivia into her arms as they began a waltz to the music. No words passed between them as they spun around the floor. Olivia always dreamed of dancing with Alex, but, this was better than a dream. They moved as if they were one; they didn't have to direct each other, it was like they already knew where to go and how to get there.
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eyes
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
Alex had left her ballet class in search of Olivia, but, her search didn't last long once she heard the familiar song playing from one of the back rooms. Alex had planned on just simply waiting for Olivia to finish her routine before speaking to her, but, when she saw the brunette twirling across the floor like an angel, Alex knew she couldn't just stand by. The urge to take Olivia into her arms and soak up her pain was too great and, as the girls moved together, Alex did not regret her decision to do just that.
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we'll fly to the Motherland
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Or angels die
As the music faded out, the two girls held each other closely, not wanting to break the intimate moment they just shared. Olivia knew she had to tell Alex about how deep her pain ran and Alex knew she had to tell Olivia why she was cruel to her for years, but, all that could wait. In that moment, the girls just wanted to be Alex and Olivia; two girls who were lost, confused, hurt, and hopeful.
Author's Note: thank you all for reading and waiting for me to post. College is a bitch lol but I will be posting more often. I hope you all like this chapter, it's my big comeback! Please R&R I will greatly appreciate it. Also the song you read is The A Team by Ed Sheeran. I love that song it's beautiful. I would suggest listening to it while you read; it really helps set the mood of the story. And I know it's hard to get the full effect of a dance through text so please feel free to check out this video to get a feel for what Alex and Olivia are doing. Thank you all so much and I'll see you next chapter. Enjoy!
A Team Dance Video: watch?v=rADhqEnRwY4
