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voice was shrill, but I was far too lost to the anger building up inside of me.
"So you think that I'm sleeping with Lucas just because some of the other Ice Queens put out so easily?" I moved up to stand right in front of her.
She took a step back as her eyes widened and her back hit the bar behind us. "I'm just stating the obvious. It's not like he would be seen with a cow like you for another reason."
That was it. I slapped her hard as tears blurred my vision.
"You don't know shit, you stuck up priss."
She screamed and knelt to the ground, overdoing it like they always did.
"Aubrey. To my office. Now." McCraven walked by as the rest of the classroom turned to watch us.
I followed the stiff-necked professor without saying a word. Tears ran a track down my cheeks, and some part of me wanted her to kick me off the squad, to toss me out of the program. I would have to face my mother's disapproval, but she would eventually get over it. It was headed my way in one form or the other no matter what.
"Sit." McCraven closed the door behind me and walked to her side of the desk, leaning over and pinning me with a hard stare.
I should have been nervous or sick with concern, but I wasn't. I was raging pissed and ready to walk back into the studio and punch the blond princess with far too much personality in the face.
"Look at me. Right at me. I want you to hear this loud and clear." She leaned over farther, and some part of me started to wilt. I was out. Without a doubt.
"You are by far the best dancer I have on this team. Everyone knows that, including Megan Smith. She and every other girl in that room are looking for a way to emotionally tear you down because there is nothing they can take from you where your talent is concerned. You feel the emotion of the music, and where I don't agree with the dance forms you enjoy most, I know that passion." She stood up and pressed her fingers to her chest. "I feel it myself every time I walk onto the wooden floor. It's home to me. It's home to you. Don't you dare ruin what you have by letting those catty bitches make you feel anything less than great. You are a great dancer. Don't forget it. No matter what they say. No matter what I ask of you. Now... clear up your tears and get back in there. We have a performance coming up, and you're going to win us the competition. I believe that. You should too."
I sat in stunned silence as she squeezed my shoulder and walked out of her office, leaving me there panting softly.
Warmth flooded my soul, coating the anger and breaking me down faster than the lies I'd heard only moments before did. I needed to hear that she approved of me, as much as I hated that I needed it, I did. My mother never would, and no one else in my life understood my passion for dance, but McCraven did. She would push me until I broke, but only so that I could become stronger and better in the process.
"Shit." I stood and wiped at my tears before reaching for a Kleenex. I could do anything I put my mind to, including breaking down Lucas White enough to see the real side of him. "First things first."
I walked out of the office and took my spot quietly in line as if nothing had happened.
"Vicious bitch," Sara muttered from behind me.
Turning my face to the side, I smiled. "Don't forget it either."
*
"Hey." Lucas was waiting for me just outside of the dance building after class, which was odd and yet exciting.
"Hi." I glanced around and smiled at Megan and Sara as they turned to look at us. I moved closer to him and brushed my hand down his cheek. "Those bitches called me a whore today because of our lovely reputations as Ice Queens. They said a guy like you would never really be intere-"
I didn't get another word out as he pulled me in tightly and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine.
The world faded into nothingness, and though I only meant to make it look like he and I were more than friends with benefits, the emotion behind the kiss was enough to
"So you think that I'm sleeping with Lucas just because some of the other Ice Queens put out so easily?" I moved up to stand right in front of her.
She took a step back as her eyes widened and her back hit the bar behind us. "I'm just stating the obvious. It's not like he would be seen with a cow like you for another reason."
That was it. I slapped her hard as tears blurred my vision.
"You don't know shit, you stuck up priss."
She screamed and knelt to the ground, overdoing it like they always did.
"Aubrey. To my office. Now." McCraven walked by as the rest of the classroom turned to watch us.
I followed the stiff-necked professor without saying a word. Tears ran a track down my cheeks, and some part of me wanted her to kick me off the squad, to toss me out of the program. I would have to face my mother's disapproval, but she would eventually get over it. It was headed my way in one form or the other no matter what.
"Sit." McCraven closed the door behind me and walked to her side of the desk, leaning over and pinning me with a hard stare.
I should have been nervous or sick with concern, but I wasn't. I was raging pissed and ready to walk back into the studio and punch the blond princess with far too much personality in the face.
"Look at me. Right at me. I want you to hear this loud and clear." She leaned over farther, and some part of me started to wilt. I was out. Without a doubt.
"You are by far the best dancer I have on this team. Everyone knows that, including Megan Smith. She and every other girl in that room are looking for a way to emotionally tear you down because there is nothing they can take from you where your talent is concerned. You feel the emotion of the music, and where I don't agree with the dance forms you enjoy most, I know that passion." She stood up and pressed her fingers to her chest. "I feel it myself every time I walk onto the wooden floor. It's home to me. It's home to you. Don't you dare ruin what you have by letting those catty bitches make you feel anything less than great. You are a great dancer. Don't forget it. No matter what they say. No matter what I ask of you. Now... clear up your tears and get back in there. We have a performance coming up, and you're going to win us the competition. I believe that. You should too."
I sat in stunned silence as she squeezed my shoulder and walked out of her office, leaving me there panting softly.
Warmth flooded my soul, coating the anger and breaking me down faster than the lies I'd heard only moments before did. I needed to hear that she approved of me, as much as I hated that I needed it, I did. My mother never would, and no one else in my life understood my passion for dance, but McCraven did. She would push me until I broke, but only so that I could become stronger and better in the process.
"Shit." I stood and wiped at my tears before reaching for a Kleenex. I could do anything I put my mind to, including breaking down Lucas White enough to see the real side of him. "First things first."
I walked out of the office and took my spot quietly in line as if nothing had happened.
"Vicious bitch," Sara muttered from behind me.
Turning my face to the side, I smiled. "Don't forget it either."
*
"Hey." Lucas was waiting for me just outside of the dance building after class, which was odd and yet exciting.
"Hi." I glanced around and smiled at Megan and Sara as they turned to look at us. I moved closer to him and brushed my hand down his cheek. "Those bitches called me a whore today because of our lovely reputations as Ice Queens. They said a guy like you would never really be intere-"
I didn't get another word out as he pulled me in tightly and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine.
The world faded into nothingness, and though I only meant to make it look like he and I were more than friends with benefits, the emotion behind the kiss was enough to
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