Pic above is Charlotte 'Char' Logan
Hattie's P.O.V
"Hey, Char who was that?" I ask as we check out, those weird guys or boys are long gone they checked out about 30 minutes ago.
"Oh, some dude that's the older brother of Cassie, I think." Char answers as I hand the cashier my card. The dude that was talking to Char was the same dude that I saw at the stop light. I wonder what his deal is?
"Whats his name?" I ask, grabbing a few bags.
"Daxton Arnold." She says, you know those times when you get random shivers, your not cold, it just happens? Well when I heard that name it sent shivers down my spine.
"You okay?" Rory asks as she unlocks her car and opens her trunk.
"Yeah, just tired and hungry, I've been at dance for 8 hours, so I have a excuse to be tired and hungry." I answer, hotly.
"Okay, okay, jeez Miss. Grumpy." Rory says, laughing as she turns on the car and Credit by Megan Trainor comes on.
So, give some credit where it's due
Give props to you know who
I gave him swag, I made him cool,
He used to be a fool
So, give some credit where it's due
Give props to you know who
You know who
Give credit where it's due... Hey!
"Hey, honestly tho are you okay?" Char asks me suddenly serious.
"Yes, I'm tired and Madam De'ville is working me extra hard on my try out dance for The Rhine Dance Academy. But, don't worry I'm fine." I answer, trying to reassure my little sister that I'm okay.
"Alright, but if anything is wrong please tell me." Char says, looking at me with pleading eyes. Char is worried about me because I work myself hard sometimes I push myself too hard then I brake down. That's happen before I pushed myself too hard then I broke my leg, I was 14, Char was 12 so she told me that she vowed to never let me work myself that hard ever again.
"Okay, Momma Char." I answer, squeezing her hand, smiling.
"Now that we're done with that soppy love stuff, let's get this party started!" Rory yells and we all get out of the car ready to start this crazy Friday night sleepover.
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"Again!" Madam De'ville's voice rang out against the hot dance room walls as I fall during a spin.
"Yes, Ma'am." I answer, warily, pulling myself off the floor and start that part of my dance again.
Spinning, leapping, and trying to look good as I end the dance in hugging my knees.
"Bravo, bravo!" Madam De'ville says as her claps sound like drum beats against the quiet, abandon dance room walls. "We will have to work on your turns but the rest of that looks good. I will see you tomorrow."
"Thank you, Ma'am." I answer, stiffly then walk out of the stuffy dance room and into the cool hallway.
Grabbing my duffel bag and walk into the bathroom at the end of the hall. Closing the door to the very pink and gray bathroom and unzip my duffel bag.
Pulling out a pink tank top, clean white sports bra, white high rise jean shorts and my newly bought black Nike's. Taking off my black tank top and sweaty sports bra than slipping on my clean sports bra than over that a pink tank top. Next slipping of the pair of black Nike short I was wearing and pull on my shorts.
Stuffing my dance clothes in my duffel bag and grabbing my socks and zip up my bag and tossing it over my shoulder. Than unlocking the bathroom door and seeing Gabby glare at me as I walk out of the bathroom.
"Hey Harriet, how are you?" Gabby says, smiling showing off her newly whiten teeth.
"Oh, I'm good. How are you?" I ask, fake smiling. Gabby hates me, hate with the capital H.A.T.E and the only reason she hates me is because I'm a good dancer and she isn't she needs extra help and her parents aren't the best parents. Her mom drinks and her dad cheats on her mom every night with a different girl ever night and another reason she doesn't like me is because she thinks my life is prefect and no one gets the prefect life so she gives me heck for it.
"Well I'm okay. Did you hear that this big French dance academy wants me to be one of there students!" She says, jumping up and down, you can see her fake, dd-cup breasts in their too small bra, jiggle. Gabby also does what her daddy does and 'plays' with boys and they pay her so she 'entertain' them. That's how she get the money to pay for the plastic surgeries she get, one on her butt, one for each boob.
"Good for you." I lie through my cleethed teeth and sit down and start putting my socks and shoes. "Well, I'm so sorry to run but I need to go pick up my sister." I add, grabbing my dance bag, duffel bag, and my newly bought black and white Vera Bradley lanyard and card holder.
"Bye, B*tch!" She coos as I walk out of the dance studio and walk to my car.
"Your a b*tch, too." I mumble as I unlock my sliver 2016 Mercedes-Maybach S600.
Unlocking the trunk and throwing my bags in, shutting the trunk and opening the driver's side door and getting in.
Turning the car on I hear Dance, Dance, Dance by Fall out boy. Clicking my seatbelt into place and putting the car into drive. I drive away from the dance studio, only to know I'll be there early tomorrow morning.
A.N
Another chappy! Now I think this book will go to about 20 chapters 20 - 25. I really don't know?
Love you,
Shelby
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Ballerina Mate
WerewolfHarriet 'Hattie' Logan is one of the best dancers in the world. Her parents purchased a spot for her to be going to one of the most high-end dance school in the world. Hattie doesn't have time for a boyfriend she's never had one. The only things on...
