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Chapter 24
Chance's POV
Why is it that whenever you're in a rush to get somewhere, traffic just comes out of nowhere? I'm almost an hour late to dance class, and okay it might not be fault because I had to sneak into Chelsea's room last night and have my way with her. How could I not, when she's dressed in the tiniest shorts and tank top, showing off all the goodies. Anyways, I overslept and now I'm super late and my dance instructor is going to have my ass! I finally get to my exit and I'm driving so fast, it's a miracle that a cop isn't going to stop me for speeding.
I don't even mind with locking my doors when I park my car, I running so fast that I won't need to go to the gym to get my cardio. Stairs, elevator, stairs, elevator… can you guys help me out instead of watching me running around like a chicken with my head cut off? Fine don't help me, I take the stairs to the third floor and head to studio 337. Ballet, my first dance class of the day, I swing the door open and throw my bag on the floor, everyone is doing our bar routine. I strip out of my black sweat pants and shirt, throw off my sneakers and place my ballet slippers on feet because we aren't doing pointe yet. Even though the class is doing the bar routine, everyone is looking at me including my dance instructor Mr. Vaughn.
What can I say about Mr. Vaughn? Well let's just say that we don't exactly see eye to eye. Since I've attended IDA he has had it out for me, mainly because I'm not just focused on ballet. Don't get me wrong, I have ballet in my blood until the day that I do, but I just love other dance types like hip hop and jazz. Mr. Vaughn on the other had believes that hip hop and jazz dance are all about 'having no control over your body and is a distraction that promises no future for dancers.' His words, not mine.
"Well look who decided to grace us with her presence students." Mr. Vaughn says tapping his foot while I make my way to the last bar in the back.
"Sorry Mr. Vaughn. It will not happen again." I say putting my hair in a messing bun.
"It's quite clear that you Ms. Rosalyn, know all there is to know about ballet."
He slowly walks back to the studio where I am, stroking his salt and pepper beard.
"Not at all Mr. Vaughn, I was just running a little late and got stuck in traffic." I say trying to work on the position.
"No, I think you know everything because a dancer that can show up an hour late to dance class must know everything. Everyone stop what you're doing!" He says and surely enough the whole dance class stops and so does the pianist. "Ms. Rosalyn, make your way to the middle of the floor, you will perform your solo that you've been working on for the recital."
Oh shit! With everything happening, I completely forgot to work on my solo and its nowhere near perfected.
"We're waiting Ms. Rosalyn, unless you want to make us wait another hour until you're ready." Mr. Vaughn says in a sarcastic voice.
"No not all sir."
"Very well. Take position, and when you're ready begin."
I walk to the middle of the room as though I'm walking to the electric chair. I was going to be embarrassed in front of all my peers, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I give the pianist a head nod and he begins to play the music I start in plié and position myself on my right foot as I turn into a full spin which is off when I don't meet in the middle, I continue my dance but it is obvious to even the untrained eye that I'm not prepared for this. I look at all my classmates who give me a look of pity. I was going to just make up the rest of the dance but Mr. Vaughn made the pianist stop.
"So you come to dance an hour late and you haven't worked on your solo? What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Vaughn; it just honestly slipped my mind."
"Would you rather be somewhere else besides here?"
"No I just -"
"Everyone take a look at Ms. Rosalyn." And there goes the neighborhood. "Because she'd rather mess around with these foolish hip hop and jazz classes, she forgets where her loyalty lies."
"That's not true…"
"I gave yourself an opportunity to explain yourself, so you are not allowed to speak any longer."
"By not being the dancer that she can be, she wastes not only my time but your time as well. She is willing to not care about this class and neither am I. Class is dismissed."
"For today sir?" one of the dancers asks while raising his hand.
"Until I say so, since Ms. Rosalyn can take all the time she wants on other tasks other than dance than so can I." Mr. Vaughn collects his things and leaves the room. Everyone in the room is talking, but even in their hushed voices I can hear what they're saying. Most of them are in shock that our instructor just left. Others are wishing that I would just quit so they wouldn't be punished any longer. No one began to leave until the pianist leaves the room. I feel like everything I've worked for was tarnished all because I was late. Maybe I have been wondering in other places but it's just who I am. I can't just dance only ballet, I need a variety of things and I can't help who I am. The only thing that I can do is talk to him and hope that he sees me in another light.
Tonya's POV
I've always wondered why they make mannequins so impossibility heavy! Seriously I'm like 110 and this mannequin has to be at least 40 pounds heavier than me, but I guess it must be me. Maybe I should go to the gym more or something, there might be a class I can take, maybe a class with a really cute instructor that I could hook up with…enough of that! Sorry, it's just that my mind wonders when I get nervous. I know Ashley said that it was cool that I was using the sewing room in her house but I just don't feel comfortable. As I step into the sewing room, dragging the mannequin along, I had to say that I was shocked by the tons of material that was in here, I had brought a lot of my stuff but some of this print and material is really giving me my creative flow, alrighty better get to work.
Three Hours Later….
"YOU CRAZY BITCH, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" Who knew that Kyla was such a dirty fighter? I can tell by the stinging on my chest that there is some damaged done by her long fingernails, maybe even a permanent mark for the rest of my life. Great, just what I need. "OW!" seriously, this bitch is yanking my hair out, I'll be bald by the time she's done with me.
"Kyla maybe you should…" Aiden starts to say as he attempts to pull Kyla off of me, who by the way, just slapped the shit out of me.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AIDEN!" oh god, that screeching voice is the most horrendous thing that I ever hear… I think I'm going deaf or brain dead if she slaps me one more time. Maybe I should back up and explain what happened.
5 minutes earlier….
Believe it or not, when you find you're mojo and there isn't tension in your work space you can get a lot done. When Spencer called to tell me that no one would be at Ashley, I needed to jump at the chance to get my work done. I didn't have much time but if I stayed focused and followed through with my design; I know I can get work done. I'm almost half way done with my line and if I keep my work up a this pace, I'll be able to fit my models and fix the arrangements before the assignment is due. Then I'll only have to worry about the hair and makeup and any added details that I want. Okay Tonya, get your head in the game, that's really high school musical level, oh, shut up! It's a good movie and the song is catchy…. Wait a minute get my head in the game…I gotta get my, get my head in the game…Damn it! My thread got caught in the machine. See how high school musical ruins your brain cells? Whatever, after struggling with the sewing machine, I remove the skirt and try to fix the sewing machine making sure not to cause any damage. When the door opens and I hear voices, by the sound of the light voice, I thought that it was Spencer and Ashley but as I heard another voice that was a lot deeper, I knew that this could possibly go bad.
"Babe let's just go upstairs and watch a movie?" the deep voice said, by the sound of it "watch a movie" was code for getting it in.
"Aiden, do you always have to think about sex?"
"Aren't you my girlfriend?"
"Of course I am."
"Then sex is on my mind even when I'm sleeping."
I can hear laughing and the two of them sharing sloppy loud kisses. Maybe if I just stay quiet they will go upstairs and I can make a fast exit.
"Wait Aid… is the light in the sewing room on?"
"Babe what are you talking about?"
"Uh! Ashley must have stolen one of the tops I made and didn't turn out the light."
Oh shit! How could I not turn off the light? I really must have a death wish. You could try hiding dummy! Oh right! That's a good idea. Just as I got out of my seat the door opens unveiling Kyla, the person that probably hates me the most. Her face is turning a bright red and she's breathing very heavy… this is not good.
"Aiden, please tell me this is a joke!" Kyla says while she balls her hands into a fist, oh god say something Aiden!
"…." Great! He says nothing; I can't say that I didn't see this coming. Before I could explain myself, Kyla makes a head first dash for me which brings us to the present time.
Present Time
"Kyla maybe you should stop." Oh wow! Mr. Pretty Boy finally speaks up. Where was he when I was brutally getting my ass kicked by a midget? Before Kyla could strike me once again, Aiden pulls her up off of me, even though she's kicking a screaming like a toddler who didn't get a cookie. I get up of the floor and touch my now sore face, hoping that too much damage hasn't been done. It's really the last thing that I need.
"What do you think you're doing Aiden?" Kyla screams on the top of her lungs as Aiden holds her over his shoulders, I can hear her pounding her fists against his back but it must not be doing him any harm, seeing how it is hardly affecting him.
"Putting a stop to you causing any damage Agent Double O-Crazy!"
"Aiden! Let me down right now!"
"Not until you learn how to act like a human being!"
"This bitch broke into my house and you expect me to be calm about it?"
Aiden finally puts her down but still keeping her at arm length in case she tries to attack me again.
Wow! Pause the game, I didn't break in!
"I didn't break in." it's about time you spoke up for yourself. "Ashley gave me a spare key, so I can work on my assignment."
"Oh, like I can believe that!" Kyla says rolling her eyes.
"It's true! She told me that the key was on the side of the house under the welcome matt."
"Please! You obvious broke into my house to steal!"
"Look, I'm not trying to start anything—"
"Too bad, you being born is what started this whole mess."
"Kyla!" Aiden says giving her a disbelief look.
Ouch, that hurt.
"Don't look at me like that Aiden. She's a manipulative, lying bitch! Call the police!"
"Wait… please just let me collect my things and I'll be gone for good."
"I won't be happy until you're locked up in a cell being someone's bald bitch! Aiden, call the police."
"No." Did he really just say no to her? Why would he do that? "Maybe we should call Ashley and verify her story." Yeah, that's a good idea, Ashley will vouch for me. Kyla's eyes narrow at me as she thinks about what she needs to do. Trying to get on her good side, I decide to flash the famous Carlin smile; it works most of the time, why wouldn't it work now?
"Fine, if you won't call them I will!" nice going Tonya, get ready to have a permanent record. Do you think you can get time off for good behavior?
Spencer's POV
"First position" Feet together, in line, heel to heel. "Second position" Feet apart, in line, heels opposite. "Third position" Feet together, front and behind, overlapping by a half foot length. "Fourth position- do we really have to keep doing this? We've been going over this for hours." Ashley asks me while holding the camera. I don't blame her for asking, this ballet stuff can be pretty repetitive, but when I actually went through my audition packet, ballet knowledge is required, this when I wish I would have listened to Paula, I wouldn't be so behind and poorly trained.
"I'm sorry baby; I just need to be perfect. I need to stick out at auditions and right now I'm sticking out but not in a good way."
"But you hate ballet."
"Trust me, I do. But the board of admissions requires it, so for right now, I have to get these positions down."
"Maybe we could take a break… work on something else?"
"Yeah… you can help me stretch." Ashley looks at me and giggles her eyes, it was meant to be seductive but on her, it looks adorable and I can't help but laugh. "I meant my feet, I need them to more flex."
"Oh fine, but can I help you stretch later? Maybe in the bedroom?"
"I think I can use the extra help." I say as I bite my bottom lip, making Ashley lick hers with lust. I sit down on the floor and flex my feet as Ashley pushes down on them.
"Does that hurt?"
"No. just push down on it more."
She does what I say added more pressure, but it still isn't enough.
"More."
"Is that better?"
"A little more."
Ashley gets on her knees, using her upper body strength to push down on my feet until they reach the floor. I silently count in my head while she presses down, 7...8…9…10. I give her the signal for her to release. As soon as she moves I begin to do my own stretches making sure to work out all the kinks.
"Holy crap! I never knew that you were that flexible."
"Not really, I'm way off if you compare me to other dancers."
"Do me a favor babe. Stop comparing yourself to other dancers, you're incredible and you're gonna do fine. "
"Thanks babe, I guess I still second guess myself."
"Well don't. I don't know much about dance but I do know that just like music, you have to be able to take a risk, it might be good or it could go horribly wrong, but you have to take a chance."
She's right, if I'm going to impress the board I have to stop focusing so much on the technical stuff and work on standing out in the best way possible.
"I know babe…can we work on my solo? I really need to figure out what I'm going to do."
"Sure, anything I can do to help?"
"Just control the music and give me you're honest opinion."
I lean in giving Ashley a small peck on the lips as I get up to work on my solo. " I need something that shows off the technical dances but lets me freestyle."
"I got the perfect song." Ashley heads to the IPod dock and her eyes beam when she finds the song.
Ass, Ass, Ass, Ass, Ass
Ass, Ass, Ass, Ass, Ass
Ass, Ass, Ass
Stop!
Now make that motherfucker hammer time like…
Go Stupid
Go Stupid
Go Stupid
"Seriously Ash?"
"What? Twerking is a dance form that needs lots of work. I don't mind helping you out with that." She says giving me that Davies smile that only makes me laugh.
"I don't think the judges will think that way."
"Oh screw the judges!"
I hear my phone ringing from my bag and I go to answer it.
"Hello?"
"This is a collect call from the Los Angeles Police Department, do you accept the charges?"
Who the fuck is calling me from jail?
"Yes I accept." The phone rings for a second and I hear my sister's voice that is filled with tears.
"Spence...…its Tonya. Can I talk to Ashley?"
"Tonya! What did you do? Why are you in jail?" I look at Ashley who looks worried as she steps closer to me, wondering the same thing that I am.
"Please, just put Ashley on the phone…. I'll explain later." This is really scary, Tonya has done some stupid thing but she's never been in jail, I can only imagine what she's going through. I hand the phone to Ashley who looks confused but goes along with it.
"Tonya what's going on… wait stop crying and slow down, I can't understand what you're saying…..Kyla came home? But she was supposed to be out with Aiden…SHE DID WHAT?"
"What did she do?" I ask Ashley but she gives me her index finger to give her a minute.
"Okay…okay we'll be in about an hour… Tonya I'm so sorry about this."
Ashley hangs up the phone and says something under her breath but I can barely make it out because she's rambling.
"Babe, what's going on? What did Kyla do?"
"What didn't Kyla do?"
Ashley's POV
Out of the things that Kyla has done, this has got to be the most outrageous stunt that she pulled. Sure, I should have told her that Tonya was using her sewing room, and yeah I would have been pissed out but I would never call the police on anyone. I hate the police, even when I was little and my teacher told me that the policemen were my "friends" I never believed that shit. They only make the situation worst and Kyla knows that. This is total bullshit, why did she have to call the police. So far, I've talked to the police to confirm the Tonya's story and after paying a $500.00 bond, which was far too much.
Honestly, she's a sixteen year old girl, it's not like she did anything wrong, if anything Kyla should have been arrested for assault, but knowing my sister, she put on her best acting face and made the police believe that she was a victim. Sorry for rambling, now we're just waiting for Tonya to be let out. When I told Spencer, she was beyond pissed and wanted to kick Kyla's ass. Spencer is quite sexy when she's mad but I don't need any more drama. I just need to get Tonya out of here and straighten things out with Kyla.
Tonya comes through the door and she and Spencer share the longest hug. If you didn't know them, you would think that Tonya had gone away for years.
"Are you okay T?" Spencer says brushing the hair out of Tonya's face.
"No. First I get attacked by that crazy lollipop kid that Ashley calls her sister. Then I get man handled by the cops, and while I'm in the holding cell this man looking woman named Big Bertha wanted to make me her bitch. It was awful Spence." Tonya cries on Spencer's shoulders while rubbing her back trying to soothe her.
"You know we have to tell mom and dad right?" Spencer says in her sister's ear while comforting her. Tonya looks up at her with bloodshot eyes still crying.
"Please….Spencer I can't… Paula will flip on me and you know it."
"Not if dad is there and it won't be that bad if you explain it to them."
"Spence….please don't make me go home by myself."
"I'll drop you off and you'll be fine."
"No I won't Spencer please? I need you there; I can't face them by myself."
Spencer holds her sister while walking outside, while talking to the police; I let them know that everything will be fine. Their advice was to be up front with my sister so that nothing like this will happen. I headed to my car and drove to the Carlin house. The ride was silent for the most part, I could hear music in the background but I had it turned down so low, I didn't want to upset anyone. We arrived to the Carlin house sooner than I thought, before I turned off the engine, Spencer grabbed my hand off of the steering wheel and looked into my eyes.
"I think I should go in with her, to make sure that Momzilla isn't too hard on her."
"Do you want me to come in with you?"
"No…I'll be okay, you can just wait out here. I shouldn't be long."
"Okay babe. Call me if you need me?"
Spencer leans over and gives me a small kiss on the cheek before she and Tonya exit my car. I don't know how long I'll be out here but I might want to call Ian and see what's been happening.
Spencer's POV
I know this sounds stupid but my house seems strange. I've grown up here most of my life but it doesn't feel the same. There's a sort of coldness that possesses the house, a coldness that I'm not familiar with. Tonya walks in the house looking in the kitchen to see if anyone was here. I could hear my mother on the phone asking a million questions, who she was on the phone with, I don't know but she had a worried tone in her voice, we walked further into the house near the living room to see my mother and father seating on the couch. My dad's arm was around my mom as she stayed on the phone.
"Yes officer, I understand… I know, I will talk to her. Thank you so much for not putting this on her permanent record." Tonya then takes the opportunity to cough, letting her presence be known. My parents turn around but they didn't seem upset, on the surface at least.
"Hi mom." Tonya says pulling her hair behind her ear. My mother gets up and walks over to us. This can either go two ways. One: she yells at Tonya and grounds her forever. Two: she yells at Tonya but blames me for being irresponsible for not watching over Tonya. Whoa…hold the phone…is she hugging Tonya and more importantly, is she hugging me? I bring on hand towards her and hug her back a little. I look over at Tonya who has the same look on her face as I do.
"Are you girls okay? Do you want something to eat? You must be starving. Arthur do we have any leftovers or anything?" My mom says yelling over her shoulder while still hugging us.
"I think I can whip something up." My dad says. Before he walks out of the living room, he gives both Tonya and I kisses on the forehead and gave us a smile that made it feel like home again. Finally, my mom lets us go and wipes the small tears out her eyes before looking at both of us.
"Are you sure that you both are okay?"
"Yeah mom, we're fine. Are you okay?" Tonya asks "Like, you're not mad about anything?" she says moving an inch back in case my mom flips out.
"No sweetie…the first thing that came to my mind was that something had happened to you…if anything happened to you girls…." The tears shed from her eyes again; Tonya looks at me wondering what to do, so I do the only thing that I could think of. I embrace my mother in my arms….god, I miss her arms….
"Is it okay if I help dad in the kitchen? I'm kind of starving." Tonya says interrupting our hug. My mother gives her a nod and Tonya exits the living room to join our dad. I wasn't sure what to say or if I should just leave, before I could decide I heard my mother talking again.
"Do you want to sit down? Maybe just talk, see how things are going?"
"….Sure…I guess that's okay."
We make our way to the couches and sit down in complete silence. So much time had gone by that I couldn't take it anymore and decided to start up the conversation.
"How's the hospital?"
"Oh, the usual…nothing big going on….how's living with Ashley going?"
"Really well, Christine says that it's no problem that I'm there."
"Well…that's good; I hope that you're behaving yourself."
"Of course I am…"
And there goes that silence again. Quick Spencer, say something!
"Spencer I am so sorry."
Well I guess you won't have to say anything.
"I was so stuck on trying to push what I though was best for you but it wasn't until you were gone that I realized that you knew what's best for yourself. Instead of crushing your dreams, I should help you build them.."
"Mom-"
"Just let me speak okay?" I nod in agreement to listen to what she has to say. "I guess I felt as though if I controlled what you did, that I wouldn't lose you."
"Mom you could never lose me."
"You say that now but look at Clay and Glen, they both hardly call or come home. I barely know what's going on in their lives, except for what they tell me. I felt that if you were to go after your dreams that I would lose you too."
I place my hand on her knee and look into her water light blue eyes.
"Mom…you can never lose me as long as you give me the love and support that I need. Dancing is going to be my life and even though I have my friends and Ashley, I'm still missing my crazy stage mom shouting on the top of her lungs with her homemade signs." I add in jokingly causing us both to giggle.
"Was I really that crazy?"
"Should I bring up the time when you were asked to leave the competition because I got second place?"
"Hey! In my defense, you were the best dancer out there…and you still are the best dancer, which is why I'll support you 100 percent. Now I know dancing is a hard business to get into but we can work it out Spence, this is L.A right? They must be looking for tons of dancers for music videos and tours—"
"Mom! That isn't necessary… I'm auditioning for IDA; my audition is in a couple of weeks."
"Really? So why are we here? We better get you to the studio a.s.a.p." My mom grabs my hand, pulling me off the couch as we run to the front door. "Arthur, we have to take a rain check. We're heading to the studio." She pulls me outside and makes a dash for her car until she forgets that she doesn't have her keys, or shoes on. "I'll be right back." She runs back into the house and I shake my head in laughter. I look to see Ashley on the phone and I walk up to the car on the driver side to surprise her. When she notices me, she quickly gets off the phone and gives me a smile.
"Who was that?"
"Oh, just Ian talking about music stuff."
"Oh, is anything happening?"
I can tell that she doesn't want to talk about it because she changes the subject.
"Is everything okay? Paula isn't trying to kidnap you is she?"
"No not at all, and it's not kidnapping if I'm still her kid."
"True, so what's going on then?"
"Well for one, Tonya is off the hook."
"Your mom must be getting laid now to let her off the hook."
I slightly push Ashley on the arm while laughing.
"And surprisingly, she apologized…for everything, even want to take me to the dance studio."
"Paula Carlin apologized… where are the cats and dogs?"
"Ashley!"
"I'm only joking babe. I'm happy that things are better, are you going to stay at home after dance?"
"Where ever you're at is my home." Ashley leans up and kisses me ever so gently while touching my cheek making them turn deep red. "I'll call you to pick me up later."
Ashley and I say our goodbyes and my mother and I head to the studio. I've never stopped loving and caring for my mother, at one point I thought that she did, but I then I remembered. A mother's love is unconditional.
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