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Present Day
Friday morning, I’m sitting in my bedroom when my phone vibrates. I snatch it up. It’s the academy. Fuck.
FUCK.
Drawing in a deep breath, I bite out an answer, my nerves getting the better of me. “Hello?”
“Is this Pen Scott?” a familiar voice asks. My throat dries out at the posh accent of Madame Tuillard and the deep rumble of laughter that is D-Neath in the background.
“Yes,” I squeak, my heart nearly busting out of my chest.
“Congratulations, Pen. You start at the academy on Monday.”
“Shit,” I blurt out, tears springing into my eyes. I blink them away.
“Is that a thank you?” Madame Tuillard laughs, not in the least bit perturbed by my rude arse response to being offered a place at her school.
“Fuck,yes. It’s a yes. I’m sorry.Thank you,” I ramble.
She laughs again, and I realise that it isn’t me who’s causing her so much glee, but D-Neath. I swear I can hear kissing noises now. Her laughter is more of a giggle and completely inappropriate for our conversation. She coughs, clearing her throat.
“You may or may not know that we have live-in accommodations at the academy. There are a finite number of rooms available, but for my most promising students…”
“That’s okay. I only live an hour away. I’ll just get the train,” I interrupt lamely, not sure what she’s getting at.
“Pen,youare one of my most promising students,” she clarifies.
I am?Fuck! “Thank you…” I stammer.
“So, I’d like you to move in, that way you’ll get extra time to practice your techniques in the dance studios before and after your daily classes. You will also get extra training in whatever specialism you choose.”
“You’re actually saying that you wantmeto stay at the academy, in my own flat?” I’m glad we’re not having this conversation face-to-face because she might be regretting her decision given I look like a complete fucking moron with my mouth wide open and tears brimming in my eyes. This is unreal.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m offering.”
“Will there be others too?”
“There will be other students staying. All of them have been handpicked by me. You can move in immediately.”
A thread of worry rushes through my veins. As much as I want to jump at the offer, I can’t afford to pay for my own studio flat. “I would love to, but I can’t really afford it…” My voice trails off and I feel like a fucking loser. Working at the club barely covers the cost of living with Mum, let alone a place of my own.
“There’s no charge for living in the annex, Pen. All you need to do is buy your own food. That’s it. Call it the perks of being a gifted dancer.”
“You’re kidding?”
“No, I’m perfectly serious.” Though she does let out another giggle before her voice is muffled by her hand covering the receiver. “Apologies about that, I have a very demanding colleague who wants… my attention.”
Yeah, I bet.D-Neath is well known for his womanising ways. Apparently he’s hung like a horse and had his knob tattooed whilst erect to prove what a badass he is. I’ve no issues with a tattooed dick either way, but I’d rather not have this conversation whilst they’re getting up to God knows what. Pushing all thoughts of D-Neath’s cock out of my head, I thank Madame Tuillard.
“You won’t regret your decision. I’ll work harder than anyone. I’ll do whatever it takes. I won’t let you down,” I respond in a rush, trying to drown out the sound of D-Neath making grunting noises. Is hefuckingher whilst she’s on the phone? Gross.
“Good. See you Monday,” she replies, before the line goes dead.
My hands are shaking so much that I drop my mobile phone onto my lap and stare at the wall opposite my bed. “I’m in,” I whisper, not quite believing it. “I did it!”
“Did what?” my sister, Lena, asks as she enters the room with a cup of tea and a packet of Salt and Vinegar crisps dangling from her fingertips. I stare at her, unable to respond. She cocks her head to the side and squints her eyes at me. “You on something?”
