A Dance With The Devil (GirlXGirl)

Chapter 2

I was pretty much chicking out by now. I was close to cancelling the classes today because of me being a nervous mess. I now was packing my things together for my first ballet class in years though, it's like biking you don't forget the steps easy.

I smiled softly. Thinking of my old classes was calming me down while my slightly shaking hands packed the backpack. I silently run through the different things I would need.
Water bottle, towel, some comfy clothes for afterwards, running shoes since I've grown out of my old ballet ones.

Yep, seems like I got everything. I looked at my phone to check out the time, 4:15pm, I sighed softly and grabbed my clothes. A tight black, long sleeved muscle shirt and black spandex shorts which fitted around my lean legs perfectly.

"Why so nervous, sis." Silas stood in the doorway, looking at my unusual pale face amused.

"I have a ballet class today. I'm nervous, haven't danced with a teacher in forever." I muttered under my breath and pulled the black shirt over my head. My blonde hair was in a messy bun since it was the most comfortable for me to dance with.

"I see, don't get eaten up by your big, bad grumpy teacher. She probably like a hundred years old." Silas smirked and I went over to him, smacking his head.

"Not funny." I said and blushed when I thought that there is the possibility that Reagan would be my teacher.

"Eating me. I'm to hot, their mouth would be burned." I said sarcastically and grabbed my phone and backpack.

"I'll be back at 9:00pm or something like that, depends on the traffic." I shrugged und walked to the front door.

"Okay, take care of yourself." Silas smiled and I gave him a quick hug before I left. I rushed down the stairs and felt the cold air hitting me softly. I shivered and walked to next waiting cab on my way.

"Where to?" The man asked and looked into my eyes through the mirror. He seemed a bit odd but I couldn't care less about that, as long as he I get there safe.

"Dance with the Devil, Dancing studio." I leant back in the seat when we started to drive. I was nervous and tensed but I was willing to get through this as good as possible.

After about ten minutes we pulled up in front of the studio, it was slowly getting dark outside what made me smile softly. Dusk was my favourite time of the day.

I paid the driver and slung my bag around my shoulder while I walked towards the building with the red wall piercing through my eyes.

"Hey, Sam! Glad that you are already here, sadly your teacher isn't. She'll come later when class starts. I can open up the studio for you though." Zach beamed at her, standing up from his seat behind the counter.

I laughed at him, he seemed bored and the studio wasn't as crowded as the day before.
"I'd love that, I want to warm up a bit. Don't want to embarrass myself on the first day." I chuckled and watched Zach walking over to me with a key in his hands.

"Yeah, we wouldn't want that." He grinned and waved me over to him, making me follow him up the stairs. My mouth fell open when we went into the room, not room, a huge loft.

"Wow." I said stunned, twirling around the room on the tips of my toes. He laughed crossing his arms and shaking his head amused.
"That's what everybody says." She grinned over to him and looked at the floor.

One half of the room was with wood and the other side was glass so you could see some other dancers in the studio under them. The walls were covered I huge mirrors and the sun reflected in the room, making it glow in a fainting red-gold.