Page 23 of Set the Moment
Something’s gotta give, and it’s not the ballerina.
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Sienna
Igiveup.
Never in my near twenty-one years of existence have I ever given up on something, butIgive up. My throat feels like sandpaper and my chest burns from overworking my heart.
Is this what death feels like? It fucking sucks if it is.
“Wait, Sienna, what are you doing? We need to run that move again!”The psychopathDaisy exclaims as I crawl across the dance floor towards my water bottle.
I don’t know if it’s a caffeine addiction or just her nature, but the girl is scary—and I thoughtIwas scary when it came to dancing. We’ve been practicing nonstop for overtwo hours,and she has yet to take a water break.
Our dance isn’t rigorous in terms of speed and agility, but it isverytechnical and demanding on the body. We’ve chosen to do a lyrical ballet duet. The work is supposed to simulate a black and white swan with each mirroring one another, but my dance partner is a nutcase who doesn’t know what the meaning of a break is.
“I’m getting water before I die from heat exhaustion,” I throw back at her, gulping half of my bottle down in mere seconds.
Daisy chuckles quietly at my response, taking a seat beside me, doing the same. We sit in silence for a few minutes with me trying to catch my breath and her…pondering. I guess.
Other than the few times we’ve talked in class, I know little to nothing about the red haired girl beside me. So, in honor of trying to make friends at this new school, I speak up.
“Are you going to the football game tonight? I hear it’s going to be a good season opener,” I say with a smile, lying through my teeth. I haven’t heard a thing about this game other than the fact that my cousin is playing and so is his sexy best friend, Tatum.
What's up with my cousins having attractive friends? First Jace, then Tatum, and now Denver…they’re all freaking beautiful.
“Oh no…I only date hockey players. Besides, football games are like a frat boy’s wet dream, and frat guys aren’t my type.” Daisy shrugs, pulling two bottles of light pink tinted water out from her bag.
That's not weird at all…
I understand only dating one type of male, but only datinghockey guysseems a little odd.
My brows furrow slightly as I take Daisy in. She seems so calm and collected, and not at all like she danced for two hours straight. She must feel my gaze on her because she smiles at me, handing me one of the bottles of water.
“Here, drink this. It has electrolytes in it! It’s how I stay so active during our practices.”
Taking the bottle, I give her a small smile and throw it into my bag.
“Ready to get back to it?”
“She has to be doing hard drugs…” I mumble as I step into the apartment, my legs feeling like al dente noodles as I trudge inside.
Georgia, like the hyper sorcerous she is, materializes in front of me out of thin air.
“Who’s on drugs? Did you take any?” she asks, her head tilted like a confused puppy as she pops a green grape into her mouth.
I’d think the scene of her standing in front of me smacking on grapes was comical had my bodynotbeen completely eviscerated just twenty minutes ago.
“No? Why would I—”
“Do you hear that?” Georgia cuts me off, holding her hand up.
Did this bitch just—Wait.
My ears perk up, the faint sound of sniffling and muffled sobs quietly sound out through the apartment. Eyeing one another carefully, Georgia and I make our way to the hall where our rooms are.
My heart drops as the cries grow louder.
