The Choreographer

Seventeen

April

James has been acting weird lately. He would come home late claiming he was in the studio drunk off his ass.

Or he would be dodging me often. I don't like it and I think there is something is wrong.

Today was the last day of practice. I have to face James, sober. He walked in the room on his phone, biting his pinky.

I glanced at him and he seen me. I just looked away quickly acting like I was doing something.

The music started to run and we began dancing. I was going the hardest just for the attention.

When everyone seen, they were oohing and aahing. I just smirked and continued.

James was being stiff. Lord, why is today so hard ? I grabbed my cane and started hitting the people being soft.

"Why would you do that ?"

"Stop being stiff. It is very annoying."

"I can do what I want."

I hit him harder and he unstiffened. Thank you, Jesus. Then August walked in the room.

Glancing at Kelly, she was acting different. I just brushed it off and took a break.

"August, hi."

"April right ?"

"Yes that is me."

"Where is Kelly ?"

"Right here." she walked over to him and kiss him and everyone just awwed.

"Shut up."

"This is too cute. A short dancer and a tall singer. Jesus Chwist."

"Will you shut up ?"

"Alright. Dang. Women."

"Right ?" all the boys said.

****

It was a long day for us. After practice, we went out and had some fun. My feet hurts badly since I decided to wear heels.

James decided to leave again talking about he going to the studio and I followed him.

He walked in his Lamborghini and I hopped in my Volkswagen, turning off my headlights.

James checked his surrondings before driving. I slowly rode behind him trying to not look suspicious.

We arrived at this original household and I parked across the street and watched.

A girl came to the door in lingerie and they kissed before the door closed.

I cried and walked to the house and the door was slightly open. Slowly opening it, I saw clothes all over the place going up the steps.

I put my heel at the end of the steps so they won't hear me. Moans and groans came from a nearby room.

I crept over and banged on the door. James opened it and seen me. I just cried walking away.

"I'm sorry. It's not what you think."

"Yes it is."

Then a familiar girl came down the steps. My eyes couldn't believe it. it was Kelly.

"Kelly ?"

"Oh hey. April."

"And I thought we were friends."

"I'm sorry."

"Where is August ?"

"Ummmmm."

"Where is he ?"

"At his house."

"James, I hope you and Kelly have a nice life. I'm moving out. Don't come looking for me."

"Wait."

"What ?"

"It's not what you think it is."

"Leave me alone."

I drove home and began packing my clothes. James, the freak with my friend Kelly.