|Gianna, running after Ares when he leaves during a date.|
|Her boyfriend, Ares.|
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“One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Jump higher, Gianna! And don’t look like you’re dying, whether if you feel like it or not.”
My ring tone goes off in the middle of an arabesque. Mrs. Salto glares at me. “Go ahead, take the call.”
My face burning, I clobber over in my pointe shoes to my sweat smelling dance bag. I scowl at the caller ID. It’s Ares.
“I told you not to call me!” I whisper furiously as the music starts up again for the other girls. “I’m at ballet practice. I need to get back to it.”
“Then why’d you give me your number, beautiful?” Ares answers. “I love you so, so, so much.” He punctuates each so with a kiss. Meanwhile, the other dancers continue with their arabesques.
“You said you’d only text me when you know I’m not busy.”
“Okay, whatever. Hey, do you want to go out tonight? I remember a pizza place I went to with, some uh, buddies. Want to try it out? We could also go to a movie.”
“Yeah, sounds good. I’ll sneak out of my house again. Just like last night.” My feet tap the floor, following the dance moves. Plié and and leap, land as gracefully as a swan. A flash of guilt zips through my mind. I shake my head. “All teenagers need fun. Movies and pizza are fun. Therefore, all teenagers love movies and pizza. That’s sort of a logical syllogism, isn’t it?”
I can image Ares rolling his eyes at me. “You’re making no sense, but I got to go. Bye babe.”
“Love you.”Now I’m free to go back to dance.