AN: Hey! I'm so glad you liked the last chapter, I was so unsure of it! You're reviews make me happy :) anyway, this is chapter 50! (damn, 50 already?)
Chapter 50
"Don't worry so much, it's only an audition" Spencer repeated for the tenth time that hour on our car ride to the studio. It was the Saturday of Swan Lake auditions, and needless to say I was a nervous wreck.
"Easy for you to say" I huffed back, taping the first two toes on my left foot together. I also covered any blisters or cuts, making sure my feet would perform up to par without extensive discomfort.
"Do you have to do that in the car?" Spencer cringed, glancing at my activity.
"Spenc, you look at crime scenes all day and you're skeeved out by my feet?" I replied with a glare.
"Right now they don't look too different" He muttered. I chuckled and slapped his arm playfully, which was potentially dangerous because he was driving on a packed road. I felt a bit more relaxed, for all of ten seconds.
"Good luck!" He shouted out the car window as we pulled up to the studio and I bolted from the car. I stepped foot in the door and became submerged in a swarm of teenage boys and girls dressed in a variety of leotards and warm ups. I myself was wearing nude tights, as per usual, and a black long-sleeved turtleneck leotard. My sandy hair was pulled back into a tight bun with enough of gel and hairspray to choke a horse.
We weren't allowed in the actual class room, so we were all held in the lobby area, which was quite small I may add. I shuffled through the small crowd and dropped my bag in a spare corner. I slipped on my toe pads and then my pointe shoes, lacing them up tight enough for security, but not too much to cause restriction.
"All of you, in!" Alexandra, my pointe instructor and director of the ballet shouted just after swinging the door opened. The lot of us flew in and lined up at the barre, internally quaking.
I was throwing myself to the wolves. The wolves being a pair of the most critical, vicious, bitter, pompous, dance instructors that had outlived their fifteen minutes of fame at various companies. I was terrified.
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"Hey how'd it go?" Spencer asked as he leaned against his blue Volvo and I approached, finally released from nearly four hours of intensive physical activity and frightening teachers shouting.
"I don't want to talk about it" I huffed and threw my bag in the back seat, then crashing down into the passengers.
"That bad?" He winced, starting up the old clunker. I nodded my head. I moped the entire way home.
"I didn't jump high enough on my pas de ciseaux" I puffed as I emerged from my bedroom after changing into a sweater and a pair of leggings. I was sure Spencer had no idea what I was talking about when I mentioned ballet terms, but I continued anyway.
"And I fell out of a pirouette. A pirouette! I've been doing those since I was seven!" I ranted and plopped down on the sofa, Spencer in the kitchen.
"Alexandra said she was 'disappointed in my performance' and that 'I could have done much better'" I raged in a Russian accent, imitating my brutal instructor.
"Well do you have any competition?" He asked from the other room.
"Eugenia" I sneered, rolling my eyes.
"Eugenia?" He repeated, making sure he heard correctly.
"Yep, Eugenia. She's one of Alexandra's favorites, although I don't see why. Alexandra has to constantly correct her arms and she doesn't land jumps correctly" I explained.
"Oh, and when we were at the barre she purposely kicked me in the forehead during an adage! I mean who does that?" I raged on. Spencer came into view and handed me a cup of steaming coffee, knowing it was probably the only way to calm me down even slightly.
"You read my mind, thanks" I replied, taking the cup into hand and sipping in lightly.
"No problem" he relied, sitting opposite me.
"Just because you screwed up doesn't mean a role is out the window, right?" He encouraged as I ran my ringer around the ring of my mug.
"I guess" I shrugged my shoulders, letting out a sigh.
"What do you say, Star Trek or Doctor Who?" Spencer proposed, scrolling through the DVR.
"Oof, I'm gonna have to go with Doctor Who" I decided, my pout lessening. Normally, I would have retreated into my bedroom and sulked for the rest of the day, but I was trying to make Spencer believe I was 'okay' so he would get off my back about seeing a shrink, but I wasn't sure my efforts would really make a difference. Also, Matthew's gesture just three days before still had butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.
We sat for a few hours, reciting almost every word to three separate episodes we had already seen dozens of times. I loosened up a bit, sinking into the nerd part of me and pushing the competitive perfectionist side to the back of my mind.
"So, what do you want to do for your birthday?" Spencer piped up as the episode came to a close.
"Oh, I don't know, it's a month away" I replied.
"35 days actually" He specified, receiving a half smile from my end.
"I don't know, nothing big though. Matthew and Ari wanted to take me out for a day of 'you're not allowed to know' fun, but I talked them out of it" I laughed, recalling the argument between the three of us on how I wouldn't go anywhere unless I knew what was going on.
"Speaking of Matthew, I think we need to have a talk" Spencer said hesitantly, shutting off the television. I internally panicked, our 'talks' never ended well.
"Oh no, what now?" I grimaced, dropping my head backwards so it leaned against the back of the couch. Spencer readjusted himself stiffly.
"I-I've never had to have this conversation before, so please bear with me" He warned, causing more confusion from my end.
"What is it?" I inquired, curious and slightly worried. He slid the tip of his tongue between his lips, preparing for speech. He looked rather uncomfortable.
"Um, so uh, being that you're a teenager and n-now in a relationship, you're going to have a lot of um, urges" Spencer began, and I immediately knew what he was getting at. My eyes widened like a deer in the headlights and my jaw loosened.
"no no no no no, I am not having this conversation" I shook my head rapidly. Having the sex talk with Spencer not only sounded incredibly awkward, but equally horrifying.
"Jenna really-" He pushed, but I didn't give him time to finish.
"Nope, not happening. Sorry Spenc, it's just too weird" I threw my hands up.
"Jenna it's important that you know to-" He tried to continue, but I squeezed my eyes shut and plugged my ears with my index fingers like a small child.
"La la la la la I can't hear you!" I let out, mentally picturing Spencer getting frustrated.
"Come on Jenna" He repeated, and I peaked open one eye and slowly pulled my fingers from my ears, figuring I'd give him a chance.
"Okay. Now, it is crucial that if you do decide to uh, engage in sexual activity-" He began yet again, but I lost it and a chuckle slipped out
"Alright I'm sorry I can't do this" I giggled. I unfolded myself and stood up from the couch, against Spencer's wishes.
"We're going to need to have this discussion some time!" He shouted after me as I made my way to my bedroom.
"Not a chance!" I yelled back, shutting my door and collapsing onto my bed.