Aurora on Pointe

Chapter Eight

After a few more minutes of dancing, I spot Jason in the hall. I giggle and stumble off the dance floor. "Jason! Jason!" I stop when i see him talking to some blonde girl. Slut. I squint when my vision becomes blurry and realize they started to walk up stairs. "Why is he going upstairs?" I ask myself and quietly follow them.  I gasp when he snakes his arm around her waist, steadying her and opens a door. Tears form in my eyes and slowly spill out. I run a hand through my hair, letting out a sob.

Jason hears me and snaps his head sround. His hand quickly pulls away from the slut and he starts wlking towards me. Be fore he gets to me, I dash down the stairs, coming to a hault when a group of people runs by. I despertly try to push through them, but don't make it. I wipe my tears when a hand grabs my shoulder, harshly turning me around. 

"Erin..." He trails off, looking at me dumb founded.

"Don't" I say softly, not wanting an explanation, but probaby will get one.

"Erin...she's a friend, drunk, and I was just putting her to bed." He glances tot the side, telling me that he's lying.

"With your dick?" I snap, tears start falling again. He opens his mouth to say something, but then quickly shuts it. I shake my head and turn around.

"Maybe....Erin....I-I don't think we're working out..." I just ignore him, not knowing how to respond, mostly because I don't trust my voice now. I gasp for air through sobs and run to the door of the house. I rub my eyes and bump into something hard. Not missing a beat, I wrap my arms under his shoulders, recognizing the sparks. I dig my face in his shoulder and let out sob after sob, not caring if I stain his shirt with tears.

I was surprised when his arms looped around my shoulders, protectivly. "Shhh.." He cooed in my ear softly. I let my body melt in his, relaxing from his touch. After a few minuts he pulled away and I saw a fierce look in his eyes. "Who the fuck made you cry?" He growled and craddled me in his arms, pulling me outside. 

"J-Jason b-b-broke up w-with me!" 

"What?" Surprise, relief, and sadness crossed his eyes and his jaw clenched. "I'll kill him. Do you want me to kill him? I'll kill him!" He quickly said and went to stomp back inside, but I stopped him.

"E-Evan..." I wiped away the remaining tears, feeling caucious under his intense gaze.

He ran a hand through his hair, and nodded his head to the side. "Come on." I didn't ask any questions as we made our way to his car and he silently drove. He kept his eyes on the road and we eventually reached the dance studio. Once inside, I broke the silence. "What are we doing here?"

"I just-I just wanted to show you what I was working on." I just quirked an eyebrow. "If that's okay with you?" He quickly added. I nodded and a smile slowly stretched on his lips. He ran over to the stereo and popped in a CD from the shelf. A song I didn't recognize started playing and he walked to the middle of the room. 

Slowly, he started dancing with the rhythm of the song. It was something different, something extraordinary. I watched in awe as he gracfully, and sometimes forcfully, moved about the floor. Lyrical. Contemporary. Modern. Whatever you call it, it's beautiful. The emotions, he's like an open book and I love it. 

Half way through, he held out a hand to me. I tok it quickly, even though I have no idea what to do. Evan pulled me across the floor, and I followed his lead. We spun and leaped, leting out any frustration we had. Technique didn't matter, all that mattered was us. We flowed well together, as usual. Feeding of each others energy, we  danced. Until the song came to a stop.

I looked at him, grinning. Sweat shined off our faces, chests moving up in down. I've never felt so good in my life.

I became confused when Evan stopped smiling. Instead, he slowly leaned down and cupped my cheek in his hand,  the other catching hold of my waist. I stood up on my toes, closing my eyes, enjoying every little touch. Finally, I felt his soft lips on mine and grabbed the warm fabric of his shirt., fists clenching. We took our time, the kiss sweet and sensual.

Everything just felt so right and every second became hotter. I pulled away and my breath hitched at the sight of his smile. So beautiful and genuine.

For the net couple hours we sat, back against mirror, on the floor and talked. We talked about random things and laughed at everything.His arm found its way around my shoulder and I felt fuzzy warmth all over my body. God what's wrong with me.

"It's late, I should probably take you home." My smile turned into a frown and I crossed my arms. He chuckled and stood up. "Come on." He helped me up and I trudged out the door, not wanting to go home.

The car ride was silent. Occasionally, I would catch glimpses of him looking at me and we would laugh whenever our eyes met.

"Well....I guess I'll see you later?" I asked hopefully.

He nodded. "Yeah, see you later." He leaned in and kissed my cheek. I hopped out of his car and wwalked to the door. He didn't even drive away until I was safely in my house. Awww!

I leaned against my bedroom door and slowly slid down, grinning like an idiot. "Wow..."

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