AN: I own nothing but my OC's.
I wasn't that familiar with Port Angeles, but I didn't want to ask Jessica to accompany me; she'd only get into a fit over Reuben and make the whole experience embarrassing. So after school, I didn't dawdle and went straight home. Quickly, I wrote a note to Charlie to explain where I was, and went upstairs to change. My clothes were pretty damp, thanks to the days marvellous weather, so I changed into a simple pair of jeans and a random pale blue sweater that I found draped over the back of my rocking chair. I combed my hair, grimacing at how ill I looked in the mirror, and dashed back out to my truck.
My sense of direction was hopeless, so my confidence wasn't exactly exuding itself as I set off. I had skipped lunch at school to go and find a computer and a printer to print directions off. I hadn't felt hungry anyway. I had felt too much despair to have the desire to eat. Everywhere I looked, I imagined Edward in that spot. Or one of his siblings. It killed me every time that I realised I'd never see them at school again. It was like they were dead. But that, of course, was impossible.
I found myself wiping away a tear, and my hands were shaking. But amazingly, I managed to find my way to the dance studio without too much hastle. There was a small carpark outside it, containing only three cars. None of them were particulary notable. I looked up at the dance studio. It looked like a pretty derelict building, like it could do with some work. The sign identifying it to be the "Two Steps Dance Studio" was crooked, the letters peeling off. The place wasn't exactly inspiring.
Even though it looked nothing like the one where I had almost met my fate with James, I still had shivers as I walked inside. It was a reception area. The air conditioner was on full blast, giving me goosebumps. Behind a desk, an old lady was sat, chewing on a piece of candy and reading a thick and battered paper back book. She didn't seem to notice that I had entered the building. "Excuse me." I said.
She looked up. "Oh, hello dear. I didn't see you there. So lost, you see." She smiled at me and marked her page with a candy wrapper, "What can I do for you today?" She inquired.
"I'm looking for Reuben." I explained. I realised that she probably didn't know all the students by their first names. "I'm afraid I don't know his surname." I added apologetically.
"Oh no, I know Reuben. Everybody does." The old lady smiled again, "He's quite the star. If you go through those doors to the right of you, it'll take you straight to the studio where he is."
A pair of blue, chipped double doors were to my right. A little nervously, I pushed them open. The room in which I entered was a nice contrast to the rest of the building. It was bright, and very large. Bright lights glowed down on me, making the wooden floor gleam. The wall was made up entirely of mirrors. Music was playing very quietly, and I spotted a group of teenagers sat in the corner. "Hey, Bella!" A voice called.
Reuben came running forwards. He wore a tight white T-shirt, which defined his toned body beautifully. On his legs were baggy grey sweatpants. He didn't wear any shoes.
"Hi Reuben. I've come for my purse." I replied.
"Oh, yeah. Its in my bag." He leaned over to where a black sports bag was pushed up against one of the mirrors. He dug around inside, and eventually produced my purse. He threw it to me, and I felt a wave of relief knowing that it was finally safe, back in my hands. I opened it and checked its contents. "I haven't robbed anything, you know." Reuben said. But he winked.
"Oh! I didn't... I mean... I was just..." I knew that I had probably gone beetroot red. I composed myself. "Thanks, again. I guess I'll be off now." With an awkward wave of my hand, I turned to leave. But then a voice rang out across the room, femine and dreamy.
"You can't go! You must dance!"
So, am I excused for a previous short chapter? ;)