Spinning Out✔️

1. I Don't Want a New Dance Partner

Luna's POV

June 7th

7:23 am

I'm convinced the universe is conspiring against me. Like there's someone sitting on a couch somewhere with a bowl of popcorn, watching my life fall apart. And I bet they're laughing too.

"Come on," I grumbled. "Leo, pick up your damn phone."

I stared at my ringing phone that sat on the floor while I laced up my chucks.

Leo's blue eyes and buzzed blond hair stared back at me on my screen as I waited for him to answer.

Two whole weeks and nothing.

Not even a "how are you?" text.

I let out a huff and turned my phone off, tossing it into my dance bag.

I technically wasn't allowed to be mad because we broke up for a reason. He needed space and I wasn't emotionally available.

But we weren't just dating. We were dance partners.

And today was the first day back in the studio after a two-week break. We performed for the spring show last month and the next couple of months were going to be a lot of work.

We had three major competitions we needed to get through this summer, and I needed him to pick up the phone.

"Luna! Me voy ahora!" My mom called from the kitchen. (I'm leaving soon.)

"Coming!" I stood up from the edge of my bed and grabbed my dance bag.

Looking at my reflection in the oval mirror across from my bed, I readjusted my white ballet skirt. My nude pink leotard stood out against my medium brown skin.

Thankfully I was able to get my hair braided before everything got too busy. I chose black and it was long.

I opened my bedroom door the same time the door across the hall opened. Sam's tired eyes met mine and he ran a hand through his untamed black curls. His tan arms revealed the sleeve of tattoos he collected over the years.

Sam looked more like our mom with his full eyebrows and lighter skin. He also somehow managed to get her hair texture.

Even though we were twins, the only things we shared were our genes and a womb.

I think he liked it better that way though. Sam seemed to be uninterested in all things 'Luna related' these days.

I tried not to let it get to me that my built-in best friend seemed to want to avoid me at all costs.

Plus it wasn't like he had time for anything besides music and working at New York University.

The same way I'd spent my whole life in the studio spinning until I got dizzy, Sam spent all of his time in a conservatory playing the piano and composing music.

He made a b-line for the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

I moved quickly down the hall and found my mom packing her lunch on the kitchen counter.

She was wearing her light blue scrubs with white sneakers.

Coming to stand beside her and placing a kiss on her cheek, I noticed the dark circles under her eyes.

My mom worked way too hard and never gave herself time off.

Her long black curls fell off her shoulders and she gave me a small smile.

If it wasn't for the fact that my dad was super tall, I would've been much shorter than 5'6 since my mom was barely 5'2.

"Don't forget to take your medication," She said with a thick Spanish accent. "And tell Carmen to hurry up. It's her first day and I don't want you two to be late."