Page 119 of Set the Moment
“Where is she? Is Sienna okay?” My heart races, sweat beading at my brow, but the pain in my wrist skyrockets when my feet fully hit the ground. My breathing rackets, clogging my throat. I feel like I’m drowning as my mind races with thoughts of Sienna and her whereabouts.
She’snevernot answered a call.
She’s always on time, always answering when a friend needs her. She’s always there.
Where is she right now?
Why isn’t she here whenIneed her.
I groan, the pain shooting to my elbow as the feeling of hands pulling and grabbing me heightens my panic.
“Jace?” Georgia's voice echoes, the sound far away and close all at the same time as the pain intensifies.
“Where is Sienna?” I grumble before everything goes black.
forty-seven
Sienna
—1 hour before
“Andwe’lltakeitfrom the top once again. Hit! One, two, three, four, five, AND six…seven, eight.” Daisy claps back to back as I hit each move to her count.
After my freakout and five minutes of panic in the pharmacy bathroom, I went to practice. We finished our choreo for the Winter Showcase and our exams weeks ago, so now we’re just perfecting everything.
My body is tired, I’m hungry, and I’m jealous that all of my friends get to watch the guys play Brighton tonight while I’m stuck here going over choreography for a grade.
When Daisy starts her individual run through, I count for her, marking each step.
Tension between the two of us completely dissipated after we’d found Jace being tormented by that girl in the quad a few weeks back. Now, we talk like we did when first met, calmly and like friends.
It’s kinda odd since Daisy is nothing like my other friends, but I enjoy her presence. It's warm and nurturing in a way.
When she finishes her last turn, a triple pirouette, I applaud her. We’ve been going at this for hours.
“My kids would kill to know how to do a triple.” I chuckle, my mind thinking back to the Minis group that I used to teach before my life was upended by a sneaky blond man.
Daisy gives me a confused look, her head tilting.
“No! I mean my kiddie dancers! I used to teach dance to toddlers. See, this is them!” I grin, jogging over to my phone, grabbing it and heading back over.
Daisy grins as she looks down at my phone with me, my lockscreen is an image of the girls and I after the recital in August. It’d been my first ever recital where I was the choreographer and not solely a dancer.
I’ve never felt so proud of those girls in my life. They came and performed their little hearts out.
“Aww! This little girl is so adorable!” Daisy coos, her pink stiletto shaped nail pointed at Delilah just as a text from Derek rolls in.
Derek
About to hit the ice, the guys are pumped and after this you NEED to tell me who’s been giving you those shitty Spanish lessons.
Derek
I mean seriously, “que te folle un pez?” that’s child’s play
Rolling my eyes, I swipe his messages away.
Since becoming “friends” with Derek, the big bastard has texted me daily. He reminded me to eat healthy yesterday, and the day before he decided that I was going to be the person in charge of teaching him how to do Deli’s mane of curls instead of YouTube University.
