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Here is Chapter 10! Things are really starting to get hectic with Seth and Ella...there is still lots more to come. I can't wait for all of you to see what I have in store. I have a few more tricks up my sleeve lol
Sorry it took me a while to update. This week was soo busy for me. My school is doing Grease for the musical this year. The auditions and callbacks went well...but they were soooo long. But needless to say I'm proud that I have been casted as RIZZO! :D
Hope you all like it!
~Dazzler 916~
Chapter 10
Critical Truth
(Ella's P.O.V.)
September 29th, 2012
Insomnia is what's taken over my body.
I was at the beach yesterday until about midnight.
I finally convinced myself to go home after remembering that I had ballet in the morning.
For once I didn't really want to go...but Madame told me that today was very special and everyone must be there ON TIME!
Lord knows what she's planning for us to do this time : P.
I quickly got dressed into my dancing clothes and went to the bathroom.
Just as I was starting to fix my hair back into a bun...Chloe walked in.
"You never came back to Emily's and you didn't come home till one o'clock in the morning." Chloe put her hands on her hips.
I continued to put my hair up in a bun...trying to ignore what she said.
"Ella." Chloe said.
I didn't answer.
"I'm your best friend chica...you know you can tell me anything. I know something happened yesterday...what happened with Seth?" She asked me.
"I don't even wanna talk about it and that's all I have to say." I muttered coldly.
"Well that's okay...I'm here if ya ever wanna talk about it." Chloe said.
"Yea—but I don't wanna talk...not now... I have to go. See ya later Lo." I said before walking very fast back into my bathroom to get the rest of my stuff.
To be honest I have a really good feeling that I'm gonnna get a lot of phone calls and text messages today...and I AM NOT...gonna answer a single one.
Especially from...my boyfriend.
I don't even feel like hearing or saying his name right now.
I just might break something from just the thought of him.
"I'm leaving love you guys bye!" I said going down the stairs.
"Ella wait!" I head my mom say.
I stopped right before putting my hand on the door knob.
"Yea." I mumbled.
"Did you eat something?" She asked me.
"No ma I didn't—I'm not hungry and no I don't wanna talk about what happened yesterday with Seth. Dad can stay out of it too." I snapped before walking out the door.
And that was just a tiny little sample of my mood.
My God I'm so ANGRY!
This is really gonna bug me.
Just when I thought this morning couldn't get any "better"...HE starts calling me.
I'm not answering that phone.
I'm driving anyway so it's against the law.
Hate to break the law.
I hit the end call button to turn off the noise.
I was driving a little faster than usual because I was a little determined to get there early.
It took me about 20 minutes to do it.
Thank God there is an empty parking spot right in front the studio.
Today might just be my lucky day...NOT.
I was so frustrated I nearly dropped everything that was in my bad out on the sidewalk.
"Great." I muttered.
"I think you dropped these." An unfamiliar voice said.
I looked up to see a boy who looked like he could be the same age as I am holding my pointe shoes.
Brown hair, brown eyes...well built...not even close to...my boyfriend...boyfriend but close...enough.
STOP it Ella...you have a boyfriend...he imprinted on you. Don't even think about it.
"Oh. Well um...thanks." I winced.
"How long have you been dancing?" He asked me.
"14 years. Started when I was 4." I shrugged.
"So you really must be the shit." He assumed.
I chuckled at the thought of what he had just said...somewhat funny...wasn't really worth laughing...but at the same time awkward since I have no idea who this guy is.
"A little too vague...don't realy know how to answer that—gotta go bye." I said standing back up and heading for the door.
"Allow me. I'm headed in here too." The boy said as he kindly opened the door.
"Is it just me or do I sense that you following me is just plain out odd." I asked him.
"Take it easy. I'm here to do the exact same thing you are. Dance." He said proudly.
"Hahaha—you're joking right?" I teased.
"I don't look like a dancer to you—"
"More like an athelete. Perhaps an ex-basketball player?" I guessed.
"Been playing since 6th grade. Varsity junior and half of sophomore year...then I tore my a.c.l" He explained.
"Ouch...either way I guessed right." I said taking off my jacket and sweatpants.
"Doc said basketball most likely wasn't gonna be my future. He suggested that I find something else and then told me dancing would be a good activity."
"Let me guess...Hell no I'm not gonna do that, then you made some joke about guys that dance are gay which is so NOT true and then after thinking about the fact that you could easily get out of shape and loose your killer body you thought. It wouldn't hurt to try and then you ended up liking in and the rest is history." I said.
"Close enough. You're good." The boy nodded.
"Eh." I shrugged before dropping down into my middle splits.
"I'm Brandon Thomas Matthews the iii...but everyone just calls me Randy." He said in a very theatrical tone.
How cheezy.
"Ooooo hand me down...how generous." I chuckled.
He just rolled his eyes and laughed.
"Hey—"
"I'm sorry that was a joke...I had a very well let's just say—I had a very unpleasant yet shockingday yesterday and I've been in this really crappy mood. So don't take it personal." I apologized.
"None taken. And I'm sorry to hear that. I hope this day will be better for you." Randy smiled.
"Thanks, but as far as I know. I don't really think so—"
"Let me guess...someone you are very close with is a VAMPIRE and you just found out.!" Randy said trying to sound even more theatrical
Whoa...scary...creepy...a little nervous...and a little freaky.
"That was a joke right?" I asked him in a serious tone.
"Okay I shoudn't have done that. My little sister is into all of those Daylight saga books and it's all she talks about. I was hoping my horrible scary voice impression would make you laugh. Obviously that was an epic fail..." Randy trailed off.
"No comment." I mumbled.
"Ahhhh." He just nodded.
"Sounds like a lot crap went down yesterday." He said.
"Ha! You have no idea—Great." I muttered.
My phone started ringing.
I wasn't answering.
"You gonna answer that?"
"Hell no." I said grabbing pointed shoes out of my bag and started putting them on.
"So who's...Seth?" Randy looked at my phone to see who was calling.
"It's no one...no one I feel like talking to right now." I said quickly.
"He your boyfriend?"
"You ask a lot of questions for someone who I just met about 5 minutes ago. I don't really know you." I said coldly.
"I'm Brandon. Used to be jock then started dancing. I'm a senior at Forks High School go Spartans—"
"Booooo—" I began to tease.
"Ohhh and for the record the Spartans are gonne kick the Wolves ass this year in sports." He bluffed
"Last time I checked we beat you last Friday at the football game." I clarified.
It's a true fact.
The score was 47 to 28.
"Ella!" I heard Belinda's voice shout.
"Hey Lindy." I smugged.
"Belinda Gordon." Randy shook his head and smiled.
"Randy Matthews? I haven't seen you since freshmen year!" Linday squeeled.
"Says the girl who didn't even bother to come back and visit after transfering schools." Randy muttered.
"Don't start this again." She rolled her eyes.
"I'm gonna guess you two know each other?" I asked.
"Since pre-school." They both said.
"Okay Randy go away I need to talk to my friend." Belinda said she quickly pushed him away.
"She proabably won't say anything—"
"I'm one of her best friends shut up and go away. Go flirt with the other girls that over there...though I highly doubt they're up for it." Belinda snapped.
"Ouch...that's just cold." Randy said.
"Bye...okay so I heard you and Seth got into a MAJOR fight yesterday. All of us...tried to call you and text you about a million times yesterday. What happened? Did you guys break up?" Belinda said.
"Everyone knows? That's just great..." I shook my head sarcasticly.
"Well we all know you weren't so happy with him yesterday but we don't know why? What happened? All of us are worried. You two are like cutest freaking couple ever! I hope you guys don't break—"
"Linda I love you...but right now I need my space because I'm not really in the mood and I don't want people putting ideas in my head about breaking up with him. Lord knows how many messages and missed calls I have." I told her.
"I'm gonna guess some where close to a hundred." Belinda shrugged.
"Eh I don't know...I'm surprised I'm actually talking to people right now. I pretty much isolated myself from everyone yesterday. I was at the beach till about a hallf hour after midnight." I said.
"Hey do you know why there are guys coming to our class? I'm just curious."
"No idea. Maybe it's apart of Madame's plan. Though I'm not sure being around guys is a good idea for me." I told her.
"Okay well I'm gonna go over there and talk to Marina."
"Go ahead." I shrugged.
This is just odd.
15 if us girls...and 15 boys...what is Madame up to?
Okay now it just hit me.
"Okay everyone settle down!" I heard Madame yell.
All of us got silent...very fast. She hates when it takes us forever to stop talking.
"Boys on this side of the room and girls on the other. Quickly!" She told us.
Everyone started to complain.
"Now." Madame said facing the girls.
"As you know...our first recital will be in January instead of December. Why you may ask?...well this recital will be showcasing you and only you...mostly my girls who are getting ready for college and plan on doing dance as their major. This is your chance to really show everyone what you've got...you never know who will be there to watch. I give you complete freedom—well not complete freedom—but I want you to be creative. Dance with a group, dance with a partner...or do a solo—you can do 2 if you want that is my limit on solos. BUT...you will be performing some pieces choreographed by me in which you will be dancing..." Madame paused.
"With a partner." She gestured towards the boys.
Everyone started chatting incessantly but you could tell they were excited.
I felt like a total party pooper for not being so excited.
"Ella. Center." Madame said.
I did as she said and walked straight to the center of the floor.
"Fourth position." She instructed.
"Remember that little bit of choreograpy we worked on the other day?" Madame asked me.
I nodded.
Madame simply gave me this look that said "you know what to do".
So I stood there at the ready...trying to focus in on what she wants me to do.
"Be ready." Madame said looking over at one of the boys.
I wasn't sure which one...but if we're partner dancing the better not drop me.
I heard the music start.
I slowly went up into pointe and began to do the first few counts of fouttes, I slowed down and moved into a simple arabesque.
Then I could feel someone's hands wrap around my waist.
Instead of flinching like some imature little kid I just went with it as I was assited to do a penche on pointe.
"Very nice...now arabesque penché down and promenade" Madame said sounding very satisfied.
"Don't worry I won't drop you." A scarcely familiar voice whispered as I began to bend down on pointe into the penché in which Randy was assisting me in.
My eyes just widened as he began to slowly go into to the movement of the promenade in which I was still on pointe. My face was fairly close to the floor.
Please don't drop me.
Please don't drop me.
"Slowly bring her back up into arabesque and support her frame..." Madame had instructed him.
I held my breath...to my surprise it went well.
"Very good..." Madame was impressed...so far so good.
"Close feet...and finish in fifth." I heard Madame say.
"Good Ella very good...now prepare for the arabesque lift. Randy really use your strengths to lift her into the air effortlessly"
"Oh shit." I mumbled.
"Keep your feet movements small...arabesque...and lift."
I closed my eyes for dear life...and he did it.
The girls just looked at me with this shocked expression on their faces.
I have to do THAT!...that's probably what's going through their minds right now.
"I've only done lifts a few times and the last time I did someone dropped me so that's what always gets me nervous.
"Back down...and finish...excellent you two." Madame applauded.
I smiled weakly.
"Not bad ballerina." Randy said.
"Don't push my buttons. I could easily kick you in the hoo ha right now if I wanted to just so I could blow off some steam...but I'm choosing not to because I'm a good person...better yet let's just say that you got touched by an angel" I smiled fakely through my teeth.
"These two...are a prime example of what you all will be doing. That was indeed very impressive. I will pair everyone off...starting with you two." Madame turned towards Randy and I.
"Cool." Randy shrugged.
"Mmmmmm." I smiled sarcasticly.
"So what did you think?" Randy said as I walked off to sit by the bench in the window while everyone was else was getting paired off.
"Not bad." I shrugged.
I wasn't really paying attention.
"It doesn't sound like it—"
"Once again I'm not in the mood so please don't waste your time—to be honest you're not bad at all...be sure you put your hands in the right place next time on the lift. Your hand should have been placed right in the middle of my thigh and it was very close to touching my ass!" I snapped.
Randy just nodded as his face got a little red.
"Ella." Madame called.
"Yes?"
"You seem a little tense today though I must say you did an excellent job. Is something troubling you?" She asked me.
"Well...let's just say thigs didn't go so well with my boyfriend yesterday—but I'm not gonna let that affect my dancing." I told her what she wanted to hear.
"Everyone break for 10 mintues!...there's lots to do today so just shake it off for now...cool off later—and take it easy on Brandon." She said.
I just let out a very heavy sigh and nodded.
I was pretty quiet for the rest of the class...danced alot...but didn't say much.
But I was glad that people refrained from bothering...not that it wasn't obvious that I wasn't upset or anything.
Class just finished and I got packed up as fast as I could before going straight to my car.
"Ella wait!"
It was Randy.
"What?" I said in a very irritated tone of voice.
"What?" I said in a very irritated tone of voice.
"I think I might have something that will cheer you up." He smiled.
"Really." I titled my head down.
"My car is around the corner—" He began to say before I cut him off.
"Oh hell no! Goodbye!" I said opening the back seat door.
"What?...oh...NO! No no no no no no no! I did not mean it like that." Randy said very fast after realizing what I was beginning to think he meant.
"Now you get why that sounds odd?" I asked him.
"Yea I get it...do you have a minute?"
"Like I said I'm not really in the mood to—" I began to say before he cut me off and began to drag me down the sidewalk.
"Trust me. It won't take long at all." Randy assured me.
This is probably one of the LAST THINGS I WANT TO DO RIGHT NOW.
Within a few short seconds we right around the corner...by his car.
"Just stand here." He made me stop.
What the hell am I doing?
Ella what is wrong with you.
Ya don't even know the guy.
"I only use these when I find them to be necessary...in your case...I think you could use two."
"Two what?" I asked in confusion.
"Beers." Randy said holding one in each hand.
My eyes just widened.
I've never drank.
Drinking leads to getting drunk...and a possible addiction...which is what I try to avoid when it comes to my future dancing career.
"Okay...I'm gonna leave now." I said slowly starting to back away.
"Wait..."
"I've only known you for all of about 3 hours and really starting to get on my nerves..." I snarled.
"Keep em' with you just in case." Randy said placing them in my bag.
"Are you done?" I asked impatiently.
"See ya later." Randy said getting into his car.
"This is rediculous." I mumbled to myself as I started to walk back to my car.
I put my stuff into the back seat and drove off...
So much was still racing through my head right now.
After driving for almost 10 minutes I pulled over...
I was in the middle of the woods.
I couldn't think straight...
I can't believe I'm actually gonna do this.
Feeling very resentful...I quickly grabbed the beers out of my duffle bag and started chucking them down like crazy.
It tasted kinda gross...and I didn't care.
I needed this.
I finished the last few drops of beer witha very LOUD burp.
To be honest I don't know if I'm drunk.
I only drank 2.
So that's not bad at all.
But it wasn't enough...I wanted more.
That's when I noticed a third bottle that had not been opened sitting at the bottom of my bag.
Thank you Jesus.
I quickly popped it open.
Who would have thought that this bottle opener keychain that's in the shape of a ballet shoe would ever come in handy.
I raised the bottle in the air.
"Here's to you Seth...wish ya could of told me sooner...and Sasha...good to know you haven't really been gone..."
And so I drank.
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Much love,
~Dazzler 916~