What did I say? I told you I would get this chapter in as soon as possible. And it's a darn cute one too!

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Song for this chapter~ Crooked Smile - J. Cole

Our Agreement

A week later...

~Lilly's POV~

It's been a week since the tiny argument with my mother. She's back to her stupid ways with that guy, even if he didn't have what she wanted which she basically said he didn't. It was a very tiny argument but in reality it meant a lot.

At the moment, I'm trying to dance my stress away. I'm trying to remove everyone out of the room with my mind and trying to remove everything out of my mind while at the same time, I'm trying to let the music in and block out any background noise. But sadly, I still seem distracted.

The music stopped suddenly and we all froze. I knew, I fucked up for the last time.

"Lilly," Ms. Stevenson said exhausted. "What did I just tell you to do?"

I tried to gather my breath, "Piqué, piqué, plié, chainé turn." I listed.

"Exactly. And you're not giving me that." She walked over to us. "Crystal, show her!"

I looked at Crystal, who was one of the best dancers we had. She preformed all the turns perfectly, probably because she's had 14 years of ballet but whatever. I wiped the sweat off of my forehead and sighed.

"That's how you do it. You were fine yesterday now all of a sudden it was like someone flipped a switch." She huffed angrily. "This show is next week and if you don't get it down you are not going to be there with us."

I nodded, "I'm sorry."

"Take five everyone." She said before going over to the iPod. "Except Lillian."

I sighed, I really didn't want to dance in front of these people while they all just felt bad for me but it looks like I'm gonna have to.

I music began again, and I quickly began to dance and watch as everyone left the dance floor. My heart began to beat fast again, I blurred my vision and deafened my ear so I won't be able to see or hear everyone judging me. When the music stopped I heard the word, "Again." And I performed the steps again. "Again."

"Again."

"Again."

"Again!"

On my last try I finally collapsed, my ankle just giving away. "Fuck..." I hissed. I wasn't in pain, I was just extremely tired. "Get up." I whispered to myself.

"Get up Lillian. Do it again. I will keep you in until you do it right." Ms Stevenson boomed.

I slowly stood up and prepared myself for the music. When it started I preformed every dance move precisely. Before my body even made a move, I pictured the way it was supposed to look in my mind then I matched it. When the music stopped, I froze- my breath was horribly jagged. I could feel myself being light headed.

"Thank you." She said with no emotion what so ever. "Go get dressed."

Everyone went into the locker room to get dressed while I just fell back to my knees attempting to catch my breath, while watching everyone go change. I need to clear my head. And if dancing wasn't going to do it, I don't know what will. My head is foggy, my body is aching, I can't do anything but over think.

"Lillian," I heard Ms Stevenson. "What's going on?"

I sighed, laying down on the floor. "I just... I can't think right now."

"I can see you're distracted. What's wrong?"

I rested my arm on my forehead, "Family shit. My mother and her boyfriend."

"What about them?"

"They're unhealthy and annoying and he's been in my life for 5 years and I've had it with him. I keep trying to convince my mother to leave him but..." I sighed, wiping the sweat back into my hair. "It's useless."

Ms Stevenson hummed, "My mother was like that. And dancing made me forget everything wrong in my life. So, stay in here. I'll leave the dance door locked, just leave out the back door. Practice, relax, get your mind together and then come back tomorrow. I want to see you dance."

I nodded, sitting up and hugging my knees. "I'm sorry."

She nodded, "Shit happens. I just got frustrated. I'll go pack."

I sat there in front of the big mirror that was the size of the wall. I just sat there in my dance uniform, which is basically black shorts and a black shirt, just staring at myself. I needed to clear my head, and maybe more dancing was just that. The bell suddenly rang and everyone poured out of the lockers, heading out.

David came over to me and held out his hand, "You okay?"

I nodded, "I'm fine. Just gotta keep practicing." He helped me to my feet. "Go ahead. She's letting me stay."

"Need help with anything?"

I quickly shook my head, "I'm good. But thanks though."

He nodded and waved, "I'll see you tomorrow then."

He's nice, but sometimes he's too nice. It's funny, I would have felt bad for saying no but at the moment I wanted everyone to leave. New York is really taking an effect on me and my attitude.

I said goodbye to Ms Stevenson as she walked out the front door. I blew a puff of air before going to the iPod. I turn on a soft song so I could stretch out my tired muscles. Ms Stevenson didn't really have my choice of songs so I just placed Bed Of Lies by Nicki Minaj.

It's the softest song I could find on this thing.

I shrugged and went to stretch.

My eyes kept wondering to the window though, I kept seeing something move. Maybe it was the tree in the wind, either way it was really fucking creepy. But I just continued to stretch.

I'm so close to doing the splits, I'm really proud of myself. I've always wanted to do the splits it just looks really cool. All the Athletic people can do it, even most of the guys can and I'm one of the few that can't. It's weird that no matter what I never get flexible.

I finished my stretching session and the next song came on that was also a Nicki Minaj song. Ms Stevenson really like Nicki. Well, over half of the world does too.

She's cool, I guess.

I went over to the iPod and pressed pause. Then I began to look for the actual song that I was practicing earlier. It sounded soft but with a lot of bass. I think it was... Found it!

Before I could press the play button, there was a knock on the back door. Who would be coming to the room at this time? I checked through the window to see who it was.

"What the hell?" I went over to the door and opened it. "What are you doing here?"

He smiled, "April sent me over to talk to you. But when I noticed that you weren't home, I decided to come here."

I groaned, "She couldn't have sent Mikey. She had to send you."

He hissed, "There goes my heart."

I rolled my eyes, "What does April want?"

"She didn't want to tell me. Just said you had a bag of shit for her."

I sighed. April wanted me to get her some pads before she started. And since I'm the only person that can give them to her, and I'm the only girl, I had to buy a bag of them and put them in another bag. "She's gonna have to wait because I'm practicing."

"I can see that." Raph chuckled amusingly, obviously laughing at my sweat.

I rolled my eyes, "You're going to stay out here if you keep pissing me off." I walked back over to the iPod. I played the song and went back to the dance floor.

Raphael looked around before entering, as if to check to see if it was safe. He stared at the giant mirror as if in amazement. His eyes immediately switched to me when I began to move, I attempted to hold back my smile. I began to think again, and it was even worse this time. My head even ached from the thoughts. When it came to the part I was messing up, I suddenly forgot what I was going to do so I just grunted and walked back to the iPod.

"Piqué, piqué, pilé! I have to plié!" I cursed to myself. "You're distracting me."

Raph scoffed, "You looked fine. You didn't even notice me."

"I noticed! I knew!" I replayed the music the fast forward it to the part where I was having trouble. I went back to the dance floor and preformed what I was supposed to do. I breathed a sigh of relief when I did it and then continued on with the dance.

After the song ended, I stayed still, breathing heavily, until the next song came on.

Raph began to clap for me, "You're real good at this."

I huffed, bending over to catch my breath. "Thanks."

"Don't go so hard on yourself."

I shook my head, "I have to. I have a performance next week. We're going to see if we'll get recognized at this dance show. Then after even if we don't, we rest for a day and that's it." I said, limping over to the iPod.

"Did you hurt yourself?" He asked, almost sounding concerned.

"It's just twisted, I'm fine." I'll be satisfied when I can get through the whole dance without fucking up.

For the next half hour, I was spinning and jumping and falling and twirling... I was dying and yet I kept messing up. I went through everything in my head, every minuscule move, every pop, every lock and twirl. But I was still being bombarded with these thoughts of frustration and anger.

I felt like throwing up, so I had to take a break. I couldn't breathe. My throat was dry from breathing with my mouth closed. I couldn't even stay frozen like I was supposed to. I just collapsed when the song ended.

Raph crouched down in front of me, a smug look on his face.

I couldn't even scoff. "What?" I wheezed.

He shook his head, "You're thinking to much. When you dance, I've noticed you don't really think. You just do and it works out perfectly." He sat down in front of me. "Catch your breath, and tell me what's bugging you."

I attempted to slow my breathing down, I shut my eyes and exhaled until I felt fine.

"My mom is not pregnant."

"That's good, right?"

I nodded, hugging my knees to my chest. "She said she was hoping she was because the feeling of being a mother is just something she wants to experience again." I rolled my eyes in annoyance, "Apparently, she thinks I don't need her anymore. Which is not true. John took her to a clinic to, what I'm guessing is to abort it. But when she found out she wasn't pregnant, she told him that she wanted to be and he told her that he didn't like children. Five years and this guy doesn't want a family. I told her to leave him and she told me she didn't want to die alone."

Raph leaned back on his hands, "That's... Well, that's..."

I sighed, "It's all bad. Especially the part where she still wants babies. First of all, no because where's the money for a baby. Second of all, that's pretty selfish."

"How?"

"Well, she wants a baby. She doesn't want it to grow up and be someone like me- independent. She wants a baby to just be a baby. As soon as it can start depending on itself, which means as soon as I start taking care of it, she'll just brush it off like she did with me. I don't want a daughter, I want a sister or brother." I 15, I don't want to take care of a baby as if it was mine. Normally I'd say, fuck it. But this is a child. How can I just brush it off like nothing? I can't. Which means when my mom does something wrong, I'll have to fix it.

Raph seemed to be thinking of what to say. "This guy is no good."

I laughed, "It didn't take me 5 years to realize that."

He leaned forward, "Can I ask you a sort of, personal question? You don't have to answer it though."

I nodded.

"Before last time, has he ever hit you?"

I sighed, "No... Not really." I lied. John has smacked me a few times. He always seems to feel bad about it afterwards. One time, he smacked my ass and I turned around and decked him. After that time it took almost two years for him to actually hit me, like last week. The reason I haven't told my mom it was because I knew it would upset her, and I also knew she wouldn't do anything to him.

"Not really?"

"I mean, sometimes he wouldn't necessarily hit me, he'd just raise his hand like he was going to."

He seemed to be satisfied with my answer when he nodded. "Well, continue."

"I am thinking about running away again. I really hate this guy, his friends... He's going to have to kill me for my mom to leave him." His foot pushed me over almost immediately after I said that. I growled angrily in result.

"Don't say that."

I huffed, standing and wiping my butt and shaking my hair in case there was any rubbish in it. "Don't touch me with your dirty-ass feet."

"They're not dirty." He chuckled.

"You never wear shoes. And do you even shower?"

"I bathe."

"Oh, little miss princess bathes with bath soaps and face masks." I teased walking over to the iPod, replaying the song. Maybe this talk with Raph is what I needed to clear my mind. I took a deep breath before actually dancing.

And I did.

And I didn't mess up.

Raph stood up after I was finished, smiling like the cocky bastard he was. "See? All you needed was to clear your head. Talk."

I unfroze, "Yeah, thanks." I went over to the iPod, turned it off then opened the door to the locker room. When I went to open my locker I turned and jumped. "Raph! Get out!"

"Oh, were you going to change?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh sorry." He said before running out of the locker room. It was kind of funny to see horror in his eyes. At least he respects my boundaries. "Why do you need such a big mirror?" He suddenly asked.

When I got my locker opened I took off my shirt and began to dry my sweat off of my neck and face. "So we can watch our form. And so the teacher can teach us better."

"But this seems a little dramatic, doesn't it?"

"The bigger the better."

I heard him laugh, "Is that your motto for everything?"

I scoffed, "You're a pig." He just laughed.

I struggled to actually get dressed. My legs were all sweaty so it took forever to get my skinny jeans on. I didn't have a hair tie so I was still sweating. And when I would tie my shoes, my sweat would come down my face. It was so fucking annoying. I was about to say "Fuck it" and just go out barefoot.

But, I got dress anyways.

"Alright, April's things are at my place. I'll meet you there?"

He shook his head, "You take too long. Let me just..." He said before coming close to me.

My eyes widened when suddenly my personal bubble was invaded, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to kiss you." He said with a roll of his eyes before suddenly picking me up. "The hell do you think I'm doing? You take forever to walk so I'm just going to carry you there. Jesus..."

"Put me down!" I yelled, kicking and punching. But Raph just threw me over his shoulder like I was a fucking rag doll. Oh the irony of that name... "Oh my fucking God! You just popped my bubble, you know that."

He chuckled, "Your bubble."

"Yes. My personal bubble. You touched me." I gagged. "How many times do you bathe because you fucking stink?"

He growled, "Just shut up."

We began to make our way to my house but using a short cut I never use ever because I'm not stupid and I don't want to die. With me over his shoulder like it was nothing, he jumped (and when I say he jumped I mean he fucking jumped) over buildings and buildings. I was screaming so fucking loud that he ended up stopping and yelling at me to "Shut the fuck up." Or he'd really drop me.

First of all, he didn't even have to fucking pick me up this way, I know I probably feel like 200 pounds just hanging on his shoulder. Second of all, fuck him. Stupid little shit.

We finally got home safely.

"Okay put me down now." His hands let go on my legs which made my upper body slide down. I hit my head first and my body came tumbling down second. "Ow!" I cried out, rubbing my head in pain.

When I looked Raph was already half way down the fire escape. Man, this guy irks the hell out of me.

I got up and walk down the stair to my bedroom window. "Fucking asshole." I said as I entered the room.

"I heard that." He grumbled, clearly annoyed.

I scoffed, "Maybe because I was saying it loud you fucking asshole."

"Just get the bag and let's go before I drop kick you." He threatened.

"I'd like to see you try." I growled as I began to look under my bed for the bag.

"You're right. I won't do it. Only because you don't stand a chance." He laughed cockily. Oh, if I could I'd beat the shit out of him.

"I will roast you fucker." I said, standing him with the bag in my hands. "Let's go."

"Give me the bag." He said holding out his hand.

I shook my head, "April doesn't want you to see what's in the bag."

"Why?"

"Because you're a guy and she's that type of girl that doesn't like to tell guys her personal stuff."

"Like what?"

"I'm not telling you. Personally, it's natural and she should get over it. Especially since Donnie is almost like a doctor." I wish they were together. They're so cute but I'm not saying anything when I know that Raph has a crush on April. Or at least, that's how I feel.

Raph pulled his hand back quickly, "Um...ew."

"Ew?" I sighed, "No, you're right. Ew for you guys but we're used to it now."

Raph chuckled nervously, "Yeah it's still gross."

I rolled my eyes. He's so immature, it's like 'virgin' was written across his forehead. Well, I don't want to be harsh, but he was obviously one. "Can we just go?" Before he took a step I stepped back, "Don't you dare pick me up."

He grunted, "Fine but I'm not waiting for you so you hurry your ass."

"'Hurry your ass.'" I mimicked like a child. Hurry my ass? Slow his ass! Does he even have an ass? I mean he has to have a butthole. Right? Okay...ew...

The rest of the way, I followed him across buildings dangerously. Every time I jumped off of something, I would squeak like a little mouse. How do these guys do it? Without being terrified?

We finally made it to the man hole covering. While he jumped off the building and onto the fire escape and then jumped down on top of a trash can then finally safely on to the ground.

I, on the other hand, walked down the fire escape slowly.

"Will you hurry?" He groaned, clearly annoyed with me.

"No! I'm playing it safe!" I shouted aggressively.

"God, you're so lame."

I finally made it to the ground and in one piece too. "You know what's not lame." He opened the manhole cover. "Being safe."

With a roll of his eyes, he pointed to the sewer, "Ladies first... If that is what you are."

I huffed, climbing down. "Dick."

He came down and I watched as he walked in this disgusting poo water without a care in the world. He fucking touched me with that foot. Mother butthole... "Yeah your feet are so clean." I said to myself.

"I told you I bathe." He growled. "Look at you." He said pointing at my shoes.

"Like I have a fucking choice." I spat coldly.

"I could carry you. Or am I too ugly?"

I narrowed my eyes in confusion, "What in the world are you..." My eyes suddenly widened. I then threw my head back and laughed when I realized what he was talking about. "Oh Raph..."

"What?" He clenched his fists at his side and the more I laughed the more I realized he was getting even more mad. I quickly stopped.

I wiped my eyes, "Awe Raphael... Did I hurt your feelings?" I threw an arm over his shoulder. "Raph, you think I think you're ugly, don't you?"

"Well I mean, in a way, you did say it." He said sarcastically, pushing my away.

I sighed, "I'm sorry that it hurt you. I was joking."

"I'm not hurt."

"It's okay to be hurt."

"I'm not hurt."

"Raph..."

"I'm not fucking hurt! I'm annoyed by you and the fucking way you treat me!"

I stopped walking, "Raph, you do realize that if you annoy me, I'm going to fight back. If you fuck with me I'll fuck with you. Doesn't mean I'm not your friend, it just means you're annoying."

"I know. You're just a bitch and I can't say anything when you're being one because Leo said-"

"You talk about me?" I said, a small smile tugging the corners of my lips. "Awe, I'm flattered..."

He glared daggers at me, "I don't talk about you. Leo was. He wants you and I to get along so that you won't hate me and then never see us again and then have April upset."

I chuckled, continuing to walk. "I'm not going to hate you if you're rude. It's just in your nature."

Raph followed me, "Well then why are you being a dick if you don't hate me."

I turned and stared at him with widen eyes, "You're serious right now? Raph, you're a dick to me. I'm a dick to you."

He stayed silent.

"That's how we're going to be. You dick, me dick. You dick, me dick. That's our agreement."

"Our agreement?"

"Well, my agreement. I act a certain way with my friends to make them feel comfortable. But if me roasting the fuck out of you hurts you, I could act the way I act with Mikey."

He pointed at me, "I'll really hate you if you do."

I chuckled, "Come on. Quit being a baby and let's go."

He caught up to me and we walked in silence. I decided to pull him into a one arm hug and laugh. "I don't think you're ugly Raph."

He scoffed, attempting to shrug off my arm. "I know. I'm damn good looking."

I rolled my eyes, "Okay."

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