XVIII | Back to Square One

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If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.

-Mark Twain

XVIII | BACK TO SQUARE ONE

My alarm woke me up around an hour before ballet class. I groaned, rolling out of bed to go do all of my morning duties, including a very long stretch that was very relieving. I changed into a pink top and sweats with some sneakers, grabbing a gym bag and neatly placing my ballet dress, tights, water and shoes inside. I quickly wrapped my hair in a bun and jogged downstairs.

I found my dad drinking some coffee as well as my Mom as they discussed something. I assumed the rest of my siblings were still asleep since they were not downstairs.

"Morning," I greeted the both of them, Dad would be leaving for Florence in about four hours so I should be back before he leaves to say goodbye.

"Morning, how was your night?" My Mom said with curious eyes.

I shrugged in response, "Same old, same old." I walked towards the fridge to grab some orange juice. I knew it would taste horrible with the mint toothpaste aftertaste, but I needed a drink before heading to the dance studio.

"Okay, make sure you're back before I leave then," my Dad smiled and I nodded, finishing my drink and telling them both goodbye for now. I grabbed my car keys and made my way to the front door before heading to the front porch. I groaned as the sun shined on my face, I was not a morning person at all.

I got inside my car and started the engine and began to drive towards the direction of the dance studio. I yawned, I was still extremely tired from last night's movie night even though we only watched one movie.

But during the movie Landon and Miles wouldn't shut up, so we had to pause the movie every now and then. I thought Miles was going to be a problem during the movie, but Landon was almost as worse as Miles was.

I parked my car under the shade of a tree in the dance studio parking lot and got out. I stretched slightly and prayed to God Mrs Vergine wouldn't shout at me today. Just like my grandmother and Brooke, she was another person who hated me. But I didn't know the reason why she hated me, I've been attending this class since the seventh grade and the woman still never liked me. At first, I accepted it and let her insult me, but then one day I snapped and finally fought back, (not physically of course).

I sighed as I entered the dance studio. The girls from my class were already stretching and practising ballet moves. I greeted some of my dance friends and quickly went into the changing room to get changed into my costume. Once done, I joined the other girls in a single straight line as Mrs Vergine walked in, causing me to immediately roll my eyes.

"Good morning class, you know the drill, start with plié, do at least thirty spins then grande jeté," She greeted with her thick French thick accent.

I slightly yawn due to tiredness, causing Mrs Vergine to glare at me. You have got to be kidding me.

"Is there a problem Miss Maxwells?" She asked, looking me up and down in disgust.

I rolled my eyes once again. "The only problem is: it's 9:30 in the morning and I'm tired okay, so lay off," I snapped at her. She started this war first and I am not going to let her win it.

She glared at me one last time before going to the music box and placing a simple harmony for us to dance to. We all stood in our positions and started to do plié. We had a dance competition in a few months and if we lose Mrs Vergine will have our heads. Most likely literally.

"You're dull this morning," my friend Emily whispered in my ear. She is the closest friend I had in this dance class, she was from England who recently moved here about three months ago. We are in the same grade but she attends the private school in this town.

We continued to spin. "Just tired, I didn't come home until the evening," I whispered back. After that, we did grande jeté, before practising some moves for the competition.

Two hours later, dance class was over, I immediately got the water bottle from my bag and drank it before taking a quick shower in the locker rooms. I put on my original clothes, grabbed my bag and headed for my car.

Just as I was about to open the glass front door, a familiar brown-headed boy rested against a Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita in the parking lot.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed. Reece looked up from his phone and smirked at me. I heard giggles and whispers, I turned around to see some of my ballet classmates eyeing Reece flirtatiously, of course. I rolled my eyes and looked at Reece who was looking at me.

I walked towards him, "you really have too much money, this is the second most expensive car in the world," I stated and the way the sun shined on it made it even more beautiful. I was even afraid to touch it, it was just that breathtaking to look at.

It was actually the second most expensive car in the world, I knew this from searching up the most expensive car. I kid you not, 4.8 million dollars that car was worth. But Rolls-Royce Sweptail came in at number one, costing 13 million dollars. I wouldn't be surprised if Reece had that car secretly kept somewhere in his garage.

"I know," he winked, throwing the cars keys at me, I immediately caught it and looked up at him with confusion, "and you're drivin' it," he stated smiling. I went closer to him and touched his forehead, it was a normal temperature."What are you doin'?" He laughed slightly, his blue eyes sparkled in wonder, I moved back.

"I just wanted to see if you were either drunk or high," I said and he laughed really laughed, he had such an amazing laugh.

"Why would you even assume that?" He asked and I scoffed.

"Reece you're asking me to drive your car, and let's not forget the most expensive car in the world, if I crash this one I'd be in debt for ten lifetimes," I exclaimed. Hello, we were fake dating because I literally damaged his Ferrari, I don't even want to imagine what he would do if I damaged this car.

He opened the driver seat for me and smirked. "Violet, get in," he said. I sighed and got into the driver seat. But the excitement was still rushing through my whole body. In my mind, I was literally doing a happy dance.

He walked around to the passenger seat and got in, I started the car and it turned on smoothly. Is it weird to have a crush on a car?

"Wait, what about my car? and how did you even know I was here?" I asked.

"I'll have someone pick it up and drop it off at your house and I came over to talk to you, your parents said you were here," he explained and I nodded.

I turned to him. "So where are we going?"

He sighed, "anywhere."

I thought for a moment before I decided on a destination, I started to drive the car slowly and the wheels went smoothly along the road, I sped up a little. The car ride was silent until I pulled up to McDonalds, he looked at me and laughed.

"What, I've been craving some chicken nuggets since forever," I laughed as we got out of the car. People that were already in the parking lot stared at Reece's car, it, of course, stood out among the rest of the car there. But as I got out of the driver's seat, their mouths were extra wide.

We entered inside and waited in line, getting our orders quick. We found a couple of seats in the back.

I took some fries and plopped them in my mouth. "So what do you want to talk about?" I asked.

His lips turned into a straight line, "I just wanted to say I'm completely sorry for everythin' that happened yesterday," he said sincerely. I looked at him, his blue eyes showed regret.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion, "I'm sure whatever it was - was important from your mood yesterday." I spoke and he bit his lip.

He took a deep breath, "yeah, but that's not the main reason why I wanted to talk to you," he admitted.

I sipped my Apple juice before answering him, "Okay, what is it?" I wondered. Obviously, it had to be something important if he came all the way to my dance class to get me.

"There's also somethin' I've been wantin' to tell you for a while," he said, gulping nervously, taking hold of my right hand. I raised an eyebrow at his action but decided not to say anything against it.

"What is it?" I asked.

He looked deep into my eyes and took in a deep shaking breathe, "Violetta I--" before he could continue his phone rang. "Fuck," he groaned, removing his hand from mine, combing his hair with his other, clearly stressed.

He grabbed his phone and pressed answer, I sat back and watched him. "What is it now? ...So he wants to do it again? ...Tell him I'm ready whenever he is and double the money. Okay, I'm comin'," he said angrily, hanging up.

"You okay?" I asked I knew he wouldn't tell me the truth, but at least I should show him I care.

He rubbed his face with his hands, exhaustedly, "Yeah, sorry I have to go, I'll drop you off at home," he stood. I nodded and threw our food away.

I gave him his car keys and we got into his car, he silently drove me home. I guess we are back to square one with the silence, but I knew he had to be silent for a good reason, I hope.

When he parked in front of my house, I was about to get out, I didn't really feel like talking to him, I know it was none of my business on whatever he is doing, but all these secrets are destroying our time together. I know I seem selfish, but I really don't care right now. But, I mean, it wasn't like I was his girlfriend or anything, so I shouldn't really be caring if he is being secretive or not.

"Violet," He said and I turned to him as I opened the car door. He sighed and looked at me, "One day, I promise I'll tell you all the thin's you want to know, but for now, you'll have to wait for your own sake," he promised. I looked and him and nodded before getting out of his car. We waved each other goodbye, I sighed as I watched him speed down the road.

I entered my house, it was as silent as a graveyard, which was surprising, considering my family was quite loud. I climbed up the stairs and knocked on my parent's door, I heard "come in" and I entered to see my dad already zipping up one of his suitcases, while my Mom helped fold clothes into his other suitcase.

"Ugh, I'm gonna miss you Dad," I groaned walking towards him, he smiled and kissed my head.

"Same, and you remember the rules I told you," he said with a stern face and I nodded and looked up to think.

"Hmm, 'please don't let me come home and find out your pregnant', please don't let your friends finish all my beer and no parties," I stated.

He hugged me, "That's my girl,"  I laughed and hugged him back. I mean these rules were mostly when my parents were both out of town, but likewise, my father still expected us to remember the rules even if him or my Mom were here or not.

"Go tell your siblings it's time to go," he said, I nodded and left my parents room. I made my way to Gwendolyn's room and knocked until she said: "come in". She was already dressed and putting on her sneakers, "Dad says it's time to go."

I told Cole the same thing, receiving a "whatever," as he walked past me and headed towards downstairs. I headed to Millie.

"Come on Millie, time to go." I informed, she turned to me and nodded, saying okay before placing her dolls on the floor before I quickly picked her up in my arms. We all walked outside as Mom and Dad placed the suitcases in the trunk of the car.

Mom got into the driver's seat, Dad in the passenger seat and the rest of us in the back as I helped Millie with her car seat as she ate some pretzels mom gave her.

"Gwen and Cole, remember the rules okay?" Dad said as Mom began to drive out of the driveway and into the direction of the airport, of course the pregnant rule did not apply to Cole.

"I know," Gwen said, Cole wasn't even paying attention as he was playing with his PSP.

I brought out my phone from my pocket and put on my headphones, listening to music. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the window.


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