“And remember how I’d tell you that they jam-packed schedules in order to make sure students are getting the most out of the program?”
I hum.
“It’s worse than I thought it’d be.”
My brow furrows and I look over. “You doing okay though?”
“Mostly. It was starting to get to me, but I’m glad we’re on break. Coming home makes it better.”
I reach over and take her hand. “You’ll get through it. This part of your life isn’t always going to be awesome. Take it one day at a time. You’ll thank yourself for pushing through when the end of the year comes, and you can breathe a little easier knowing that you’re the best damn dancer they have.”
She grins, smacking my arm. “Shut up. I’m not the best.”
“Best I’ve ever seen.”
“You have to say that. You’re my sister.”
“You sure about that? I told you how awful your outfits were when you went through that grunge-chic style era, didn’t I?”
She groans and covers her face with her hands. “Don’t remind me of that.Please.”
I smirk. “Everything swallowed you.”
“That’s how it was supposed to look,” she argues.
“It didn’t suit you.”
“Which was why it didn’t last very long.”
I laugh. “Thank God for that.”
She shoves my shin with her foot, attempting to push my legs off the wall. Thanks to the strength I’ve acquired from all the yoga, I don’t budge. I stick out my tongue at her, dyed red from my favorite redberry candies, like I did all the time when we were younger.
A moment of nostalgia hits, and before it passes, I voice, “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too, Vi. I should come visit you one of these days. You can show me around campus.”
“I’ve already done that. Besides, you just said your schedule is busy enough. How the heck would you make it work?”
“I need to be shown again so all the hotties can see me, and I can see all the hotties right back.”
I laugh. “What makes you think campus is overwhelmed with all these hot guys?”
She gives me a look and I smile. “Don’t act a fool. We both know there aren’t many guys around those parts whoaren’teasy on the eyes.” She nudges my arm. “That’s why you picked that school, isn’t it?”
I pluck a few more candies out of the bag and throw one at her. She picks it off her shirt and eats it. “You caught me. Violet Adams, the shallow sister who only wanted to attend Chatham U for the hot guys.”
She raises her index finger, shouting. “I knew it.”
I shake my head, grinning big. “You’re ridiculous.”
“In all seriousness, though. Tell me you’ve met someone else, and you haven’t gone back to Mr. Commitment Issues.”
“It’s fine if you say his name,” I tell her, thinking of Webber. We haven’t talked since that day in the library weeks ago.
“If I say his name, I’m going to want to go wherever the hell he is and punch him in the balls for what he did.”
“You don’talreadywant to do that?”
