The Boxer And The Ballerina

1. Nothing Could Be Learned

Lately, she couldn't help but want to be like other people.

For example. If she were a smoker- she'd wish he'd lift up a lighter just as she placed the cigarette between her lips and light it for her.

And he felt the same way.

For example. At a football game, he'd be able to look up from the field and out into the roaring crowd that grew in the bleachers, and automatically he'd be able to spot her- wearing his number on her t-shirt.

but...

it's not like that.

Non of that easy chemistry, no sudden sparks, no out of the blue flashes of love.

with these two- EVERYTHING HAD TO BE LEARNED.

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|Stephaney's Pov|

I loved the rain and everything it offered. I loved the grey skies, and pale clouds, the damp streets, and wet leaves. I just thought it was so pretty- maybe even prettier than a summer day, if I might add.

but If it's one thing I don't like- it's being caught in the rain. you see, I could sit inside and watch the rain but never would I ever like to feel myself being soaked by the acids and pollution that the words been over come with.

It's the price I pay, though.

I was on my typical schedule, using the last day of the weekend to get in some practice time before I go home and slave away at my homework.

I walked the dark concrete sidewalks that lined the brick roads, the fancy poles at the edge of each corner let me know what street I was on and the tall buildings almost acted as an umbrella for the rain that poured down. They barely helped though, because cars would still flash by, sweeping up water and wetting the whole side of my body.

that's the 'Upper East Side' for you.

everyone's to rich to care.

Personally, I hated it.

Mostly because it reminded me that I would never be able to afford a piece of gum, let alone a pair of 'Chanel' shoes that these fancy stores had to offer.

Yes, there's different routs I could take that would get me to my destination but none were faster than this, and also.. none would include passing the Academy.

I stopped in my spot.

turning to look at the large estate, tall white pillars, marbled steps that lead to big pearled dabble doors.

I awed at it every chance I got. I knew it was were I wanted to be. It was were I needed to be.

it was my dream- a dream I hadn't quite reached yet.

I Turned, deciding that was enough staring.. I proceeded to walk, only wishing that would of been my stop.

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|Alex's Pov|

"I think you're ready.. you can do this." Rachel says, I huff, shaking my head. "I don't want to-" I began. "No you don't have a choice you're going back." Rachel shoots. I fold my arms and sink down in the chair that was sitting in front of her dark wooded desk. "It's for the best, Alex." She assures.

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