The Black Swan | Reposted

Chapter 7 - Relationship

I didn't even remotely want to go to practice. I didn't want him blinking in my direction, let alone touch me. I hated his words, I was starting to hate all of who this guy was, and I was not a hateful person. I had to swallow up my annoyance, and get my job done. I huffed inside, hating this right now.

"Why is there so much tension?" Kayla looked at me as we warmed up.

"Nothing, nothing,"

It was true, the air felt uncharacteristically tight. Liam and I were tense since he hadn't spoken to me. I knew he was hurting but God, I wish he could try to talk to me instead of shut me out. I knew he probably felt like he didn't have a choice, if we really talked it out we'd probably end up apart. I was trying to process that. I didn't want to lose Liam in my life; I enjoyed so much of his company, more than I cared to admit I think. Then, Harry was a no good dick so that was pretty tense. I could barely be in the same room with him after the words he spat out of my mother. I couldn't stand him.

"God, are you sleeping with both of them?" I shot her a dirty look and she stepped away, spinning was more like it. I walked over to Harry, standing bitterly with my arms crossed, waiting to start.

"By the way, my mother barely remembers yours. She only knows her for making a beautiful costume that she's kept all these years. I don't know what your mom thinks happened but my mom would know if she was awful to someone. You can shut your mouth and not say a word about her."

He stared. He wore that deadpan facial expression that was bleak, and annoyed. His pink lips were parted, his eyes intently looking at mine, like he was searching to see if I was joking. When it was clear I wasn't, he broke out in a fit of heavy laughter, shaking his head. I wanted to slap him

Our director, Vincent, asked us to do lifts, get our bodies ready for it; we were really starting the jumping. Today of all days?

He had his hand on my waist, gripping me with his large fingers. "You know," he spoke low in my ear. "If it wasn't for me wanting to keep my perfect lifting record, I'd drop you." I gasped and he threw me up, my body instantly reacting how it was supposed to, that clean arch and held arms, pointed feet. He lifted me with ease and spun slowly, then lowered me back and bent my leg straight up so I was en pointe. He held my hips and twirled me gently. As soon as we stopped I shoved him.

"Do not threaten me. Do not drop me."

"Then shut up and dance, and keep it that way."

"You started all of this!"

"You started it, really? How mature, next we'll have a shut up, no you shut up contest. Grow the fuck up."

I bit my lip and faced forward, needing to end this before it got worse. We had five more rehearsals and we were done, we were on the stage. Companies really didn't give you months, for a ballet like this you had a few weeks. We were also starting to learn other performances too, it was a bit stressful but I was just trying to survive this one.

We kept dancing and I didn't speak to him, not a word. I didn't know how to understand this.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asked, she was doing another performance, I wasn't in that one.

"No, that guy Harry," I shook. "I'm so scared he'll drop me, I'm so scared," I put my face in my hands and I felt Liam give my shoulder a squeeze. I turned and buried my face in his chest. "I'm scared to death. If I fall I could hurt myself, I'm just so..." I trailed off and he hugged me tightly, his large hand rubbing up and down my back. It hit me how much I missed this man as soon as I felt him wrap me in his arms.

"Let's go eat, all right?"

"All right, yeah," I nodded and left with him, we went to a little pizzeria which I hated but he said tonight to eat junk, so I did.