yelled.
The only thing running through my mind was there was no way I could make it to class in time. I’d skipped numerous classes, but if I screwed up with Mrs. Vurdo one more time she would cut me from the performance we had in less than two weeks.
I ran around the room looking for my purse as I rambled on about how much trouble I was going to be in and how I didn’t want to disappoint anyone but I was on the verge of being a major disappointment.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Hendrix put his hands on my shoulders. “Why are you freaking out right now?” His tired eyes locked onto mine.
I took a deep lung burning breath and exhaled slowly. “My dance class starts in thirty minutes and there is no way in hell I can get there in time.”
Hendrix smiled like he had the answer to the horrible situation at hand.
“I’ll drive you on the bike. I know some short cuts that will get you there right on time.” He linked his hand with mine and he guided me out of the bedroom. “Come on.”
I planted my feet, jerking him to a stop. He whipped around to face me, his eyebrows furrowed.
“You shouldn’t be driving,” I said.
He flinched. “Why not?”
“You tied one on pretty good last night. I’m sure you’re not fully over it yet.”
Hendrix rolled his eyes. “If you won’t let me drive you then fine, but I’m walking you to the train station.”
“There’s no way in hell I’ll make class in time taking the train,” I huffed and made a beeline out of the studio with a shirtless Hendrix on my tail.
“There’s a cab on the way, I requested one with that app you had me download.”
I spun with a loving smile on my face and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Thank you.” I softly kissed his lips as the cab pulled up to the curb.
“Let me know when you make it to Juilliard.”
“I will.” I slid into the cab and shut the door just before we sped off toward my side of town.
I pushed my legs even harder as I ran my heart out across the field that was between me and the building I’d needed to be at five minutes ago. If I had my dancing stuff with me at Hendrix’s place, I wouldn’t be in the predicament I was in.
But hind sight was twenty, twenty.
My hands slammed into the metal bar shoving open the door. I turned and ran down the hall. The squeak and slap of my sneakers against the floor echoed through the quiet hall. Everyone was already tucked away in their classes like good little students, unlike myself.
“Why am I always running anymore?” I came to a stop, my chest heaving to catch a good steady breath before I entered the room and had all eyes on me, the chick late to class.
“Okay, here goes nothing.”
I pushed the door open and just like I expected, everyone stopped stretching and turned their attention on me as I walked in.
Mrs. Vurdo stood at the front of the room with her back to the mirrors. Her curly blonde hair was twisted into a high bun and her black leotard was covered with a black shirt tied around her waist. She reminded me of an older version of Tegan, just taller and with thin black rimmed rectangular glasses.
“Glad you decided to join us, Zoey.” She stared at me over the top of her glasses.
The chilly welcome I was receiving made me wish I’d skipped class all together, but that would’ve made things worse. I dropped my bag to the right of the entrance and quickly changed my shoes.
“Once you get changed fall in line behind Jeff there.” She pointed to the last row of people.
I was officially being banished to the lower forty of the classroom. That wasn’t a good sign.
“Yes ma’am.” I replied nicely and fell in line behind Jeff, the newbie of the class.
It was going to be a very long hour and a half.
I kept my head down throughout class as I followed Mrs. Vurdo’s instructions. The exercise was simple—warm up our muscles and practice footing for upcoming performances. No one had been chosen for the leading spots yet, and I was still
The only thing running through my mind was there was no way I could make it to class in time. I’d skipped numerous classes, but if I screwed up with Mrs. Vurdo one more time she would cut me from the performance we had in less than two weeks.
I ran around the room looking for my purse as I rambled on about how much trouble I was going to be in and how I didn’t want to disappoint anyone but I was on the verge of being a major disappointment.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Hendrix put his hands on my shoulders. “Why are you freaking out right now?” His tired eyes locked onto mine.
I took a deep lung burning breath and exhaled slowly. “My dance class starts in thirty minutes and there is no way in hell I can get there in time.”
Hendrix smiled like he had the answer to the horrible situation at hand.
“I’ll drive you on the bike. I know some short cuts that will get you there right on time.” He linked his hand with mine and he guided me out of the bedroom. “Come on.”
I planted my feet, jerking him to a stop. He whipped around to face me, his eyebrows furrowed.
“You shouldn’t be driving,” I said.
He flinched. “Why not?”
“You tied one on pretty good last night. I’m sure you’re not fully over it yet.”
Hendrix rolled his eyes. “If you won’t let me drive you then fine, but I’m walking you to the train station.”
“There’s no way in hell I’ll make class in time taking the train,” I huffed and made a beeline out of the studio with a shirtless Hendrix on my tail.
“There’s a cab on the way, I requested one with that app you had me download.”
I spun with a loving smile on my face and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Thank you.” I softly kissed his lips as the cab pulled up to the curb.
“Let me know when you make it to Juilliard.”
“I will.” I slid into the cab and shut the door just before we sped off toward my side of town.
I pushed my legs even harder as I ran my heart out across the field that was between me and the building I’d needed to be at five minutes ago. If I had my dancing stuff with me at Hendrix’s place, I wouldn’t be in the predicament I was in.
But hind sight was twenty, twenty.
My hands slammed into the metal bar shoving open the door. I turned and ran down the hall. The squeak and slap of my sneakers against the floor echoed through the quiet hall. Everyone was already tucked away in their classes like good little students, unlike myself.
“Why am I always running anymore?” I came to a stop, my chest heaving to catch a good steady breath before I entered the room and had all eyes on me, the chick late to class.
“Okay, here goes nothing.”
I pushed the door open and just like I expected, everyone stopped stretching and turned their attention on me as I walked in.
Mrs. Vurdo stood at the front of the room with her back to the mirrors. Her curly blonde hair was twisted into a high bun and her black leotard was covered with a black shirt tied around her waist. She reminded me of an older version of Tegan, just taller and with thin black rimmed rectangular glasses.
“Glad you decided to join us, Zoey.” She stared at me over the top of her glasses.
The chilly welcome I was receiving made me wish I’d skipped class all together, but that would’ve made things worse. I dropped my bag to the right of the entrance and quickly changed my shoes.
“Once you get changed fall in line behind Jeff there.” She pointed to the last row of people.
I was officially being banished to the lower forty of the classroom. That wasn’t a good sign.
“Yes ma’am.” I replied nicely and fell in line behind Jeff, the newbie of the class.
It was going to be a very long hour and a half.
I kept my head down throughout class as I followed Mrs. Vurdo’s instructions. The exercise was simple—warm up our muscles and practice footing for upcoming performances. No one had been chosen for the leading spots yet, and I was still
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