The Player
Chapter 2
Brielle
8:03
"Christopher, wait!" I yelled down the hallway, nearly out of breath. I practically had to run in order to keep up with his long strides. "Where are you going?"
With his back still turned to me, he replied "I'm leaving. If you think that I'm doing ballet in front of the entire school you're crazy."
I shook my head, frustrated at myself for thinking that he would even want to help me out. He was just another rich kid who only looked out for himself, and refused to help anyone else. He never knew the feeling of having to put hours into something that he truly wanted, instead of it being handed to him. My face grew hot as all of my pent-up anger built up, before I had no choice but to say something.
"Look, I get that you have never had to work for anything in your life, but some of us actually have to. I have dedicated too much time and effort to dance to let some arrogant, entitled, rich kid screw it all up for me! So, can you for please, for once, focus on someone other than yourself, and help me!"
He stopped dead in his tracks, before spinning on his heels and marching towards me, anger seething on his face.
As he came closer to me, I took two steps back, suddenly aware that screaming at a guy I barely knew may not have been the smartest move.
"Don't you ever, for a single second, act like you know a single thing about me. You have no clue about what my life is like." His face was almost touching mine.
I crossed my arms and locked my eyes onto his, suddenly getting a boost of confidence. "Well then prove me wrong, and help me."
He scanned me up and down, before taking a second to mill the idea around in his head. After what seemed like an eternity he finally answered.
"No."
that, he turned back around and walked out of the school, taking my dreams of
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the remote from my hands. "We're not watching
trying to decide which rom-com from the 2000s to watch. Sam and I had been best friends ever since fourth grade, where we bonded over our love of Jenga and One Direction. She was one of the smartest people I knew, and with
"You know that I have a
that movie nearly everyday for the past two weeks. We might as well call it how to lose
pouted, flashing her my best puppy dog eyes. "I'm just really stressed out about
me?" She accused, raising one of her
"Is it working?"
on her hips, before finally conceding. "This is the last
did a little dance on her bed, until her death glare
O in love.
mumbled under
I turned to Sam, unable to focus with the Christopher
asshole. I don't think that he will ever budge, so I'm practically screwed." I shoved my spoon back into my Ben and Jerry's pint, trying to
whined. "What should
could practically see the wheels