Yes, she wouldn’t be able to dance like she did before. But Tempest assured me — this I had to ask her — that she was still dancing. She still had plans of going to Juilliard when she graduates.
But for that fucking ballet studio to kick her out like that, for them to reject her as if she wasn’t the best student they ever had, the best fucking ballerina to ever come out of that shithole.
It makes me want to tear that place apart.
It makes me want to burn it down.
“She’s going there to teach herself,” I continue, my chest tight. “She’s doing it all alone.”
“And are you going to do something aboutthat?” Pete asks.
“Yeah,” I say fiercely.
I’m going to help her make that audition video. I’m going to help her get into Juilliard because she belongs there. Because I’m not going to let anything else be taken from her because of what happened two years ago.
Before I remember what she did last week at that cupcake shop and again tonight, when she made me chase her down. I can’t help but chuckle slightly.
My fierce Fae.
I like that.
I like that she’s trying to stick it to me. That she’s trying to put me in my place. Like she did when she stole my car.
Not gonna lie though, I didn’t expect her to do that. Not my good girl Fae. But again I liked it.
I liked that she was trying to hurt me.
After everything, she has all the right.
“Well, trying to at least. She isn’t making it easy,” I continue.
Pete chuckles too. “Giving you a hard time, huh?”
“She dumped her drink in my lap,” I tell him and he hoots with laughter. “I didn’t have extra pants, all right? It was fucking embarrassing.”
That kills him.
That completely kills him and he’s wiping tears by the end of his laughter. “Remember what I told you? Back when she stole your car. She sounds like my Mimi. She put me through hell.”
“She put you through hell because you’re an asshole too.”
Grinning, he points his bottle at me. “You’re gonna have your hands full, boy.”
“Yeah, I’m not trying to put my hands anywhere near her, so.”
“Good luck trying to keep that promise,” Pete tells me.
“Fuck you.”
Don’t get me wrong, I’d like to put my hands on her. In fact, I’d like that very, very much. I’m a guy, aren’t I? And an asshole at that.
She does it for me. She always has. Her tight ballerina body and those big blue eyes and that good girl braid.
And now with her feistiness she’s fucking irresistible.
But I won’t.
Because it’s better that way.
