How did I get here?

Over the course of the last year, Reed Johnson's life has made some interesting twists and turns, and sadly, very few of them were for the better. Now, to get her away from the scenes that provoked her post-traumatic stress, her father has chosen to move the family back home to Nazareth in Pennsylvania.
Both old and new friends quickly start to make an impact on her life, and pretty soon, Reed is caught up in a web of drama while dealing with a lot of stuff herself. With an already fragile mental health, who knows how she'll end up?


8. Chapter 7

"And one, two, three, four, and arabesque," the teacher went, and I almost burst out laughing at the sight of Alex enjoying the class. He was smiling. I could easily notice these things, as we had signed up for a beginners class to get Alex up and running. He wasn't half bad either, and the day before he'd been talking about signing us up for tap classes too, to help with his footwork for soccer. 

"And tendues. Forward, to the side, deriere, to the side, front, en l'air, and plie, up" she droned from the front of the studio. I'd already memorized this bit, and could tell when she was about to change it. 

"You're enjoying yourself." I whispered to Alex, not as a question, but a statement. 
"Yeah. I'm surprised. The tights itch though." 
Again, I had to bite my lips to hold back laughter. He glanced at my face, and smiled, but in the process, he'd lost his spot, and he had to step down on both feet for a second.

"Alex back in position." she barked. Madame Thos was a strict teacher, but she was good, and she took care of her students, using any contacts she had.

Class ended two hours later, and we hurried outside to Alex's car to avoid the traffic that always seemed to fill town after 5 pm. We hadn't even changed, which Alex came to regret bitterly.

We pulled up in front of his house. I'd promised to help him babysit again that evening, but normally he'd drop me off on the way. While he got out our bags from the trunk, a laugh sounded from the other side of the street. Alex's friend Tyler was there, walking his dog.
"Are those tights?" He breathed, crossing the street. I took a few steps back as he came closer, and kept my eyes on him.
"Yeah. I'm a ballerino now man." Alex said with an amused smile, spreading his arms in a ta-daa motion. 
"So you're in tights. Alex goddammit. We have the county championships soon, what do you think this will do for our image? If you're seen? We already have fifth place and a bad reputation." He complained. I tightened my fists, but didn't say anything. Saying things would get me hurt. 
"Who cares about our image as long as we win?" Alex protested, hurt by his friend's disrespect of the choice he'd made. "You know my footwork, my balance, my coordination has only gotten better. So if you don't shut up and accept it, then I'm putting the entire team through ballet classes with Reed."
"You can't force me." Tyler seethed. I squirmed under his gaze, afraid because Alex had involved me.
"I'm Captain. If you want to stay on the team, then I can." Alex bit back and turned around, picked up both of our bags and started walking towards the house. I followed, having to break into a light jog to catch up to him.
"Does she really have you wrapped that tight around her little finger?" Tyler called after us. Alex whirled around with so much force it almost made me whimper, and strode quickly towards Tyler.
"This was my decision. This was my idea. You don't blame her. In fact, you do not talk about or, or to her." He said, standing alarmingly close to Tyler. Even from my place, several meters away, facing his back, I could see the fury rolling off him. 
Alex stepped back, put a hand on my lower back and guided me into the house where his parents greeted us from the kitchen.
"What the hell are you two wearing?" his dad laughed. Alex's hand turned into fists, and I put a hand on his back to calm him down.
"Ballet uniform. I told you last week. I'm gonna go check on Gina." He mumbled.

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