Chapter 12
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"I don't have ballet flats." Cody thought out loud the next day.
"That's not really the main issue here, pal." I told him.
"Ballet? I didn't sign up to be a freaking gangster just so I could take ballet lessons!" Cody expressed his concern.
"That's even worse than cross-dressing." Evan said in a daze.
"I'm sorry, Erin but I don't think I'm with you on this one." Cody sighed.
"I'm going to have to think about this too, boss." Evan added.
"Don't worry, I'm still with you no matter what." Dylan whispered on my ear, trying to cheer me up.
He's either very loyal or just plain stupid but hey, I'm not complaining.
"I know I can always count on you, dude!" I gave him a quick tight squeeze which made the guy blush.
He's so cute when his cheeks turn red.
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"I'm Keira and I'm the ballerina who's going to take you newbies under my wing until you could spread your own wings and fly like a beautiful swan..." A pretty dark-haired tall and thin girl introduced herself.
"What's she saying?" Dylan asked me. It was just the two of us who ended up going.
"I don't know. I pretty much zoned out after she said her name." I honestly said.
"So where are your tutus?" Keira asked.
"We're um, allergic to the fabric." I made up.
"Great thinking." Dylan high-fived me.
"Excuse me, I can hear you." Keira gasped.
"Actually we just came in here to submit our quitting forms." I explained.
"On the very first day?" She arched a brow.
"Yeah."
"No can do." Keira ripped the forms in half.
"b***h, how dare you---"
"Dylia, it's okay." I pulled Dylan back.
"You two start stretching!" She ordered us around like a real b***h.
"Let's give it a day and never come back to this place ever again." I whispered on his ear.
"Ow, ow, ow!" Dylan shrieked in pain as I helped him stretch his long legs by the mirror.
"Sorry."
When it was my turn, Dylan easily stretched my leg bringing our faces only inches apart.
"You're very flexible." The guy looked away after saying this. He was probably uncomfortable with my gaze and the close proximity of our bodies.
"Shocker." I chuckled.
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"So how was ballet?" Malcolm asked inside the game room that night.
I don't think he was teasing me about it judging from the seriousness in his tone.
"Horrible. My body aches all over." It's a different kind of ache from fighting.
"Where's Landon?" I asked.
"Who knows?"
"What are you reading?" I tried to make 'small talk'.
"The life story of King Henry VIII."
"..." Now I've got nothing else to talk about since I can't relate with him.
"So... you're reading about a dead fat guy, huh?" That was all I know about King Henry VIII. Historical books bore me easily or any book really.
"Actually I'm reading about a compilation of the most brutal kings of England." Malcolm looked up from his book.
"Cool. That sounds interesting."
"Here, I've got another copy." He handed me a thick leather-bound book.
"Okay." I tried to read the book out of boredom right beside Malcolm on the couch.
After reading the title page, I didn't realize that I was already dozing off.
I dreamt about the British kings wearing tutus. It was an awful sight.
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