*A/N: This is probably the longest authors note I probably have written. I had a very hateful comment this morning. I don't care for constructive critism but this was down right rude and nasty. She said how this story is "garbage" and "a piece of shit". Also, she said I was "brainwashing" y'all and got you scared to NOT tell me any critism. She told me to get a day job and come back as a better writer with actual facts. This is erotica fiction! This is suppose to have some false facts. This is suppose to be fun, sexy, humorous and enjoyable. I have changed some things from last chapter. I said how Kylie tap danced, I actually meant ballet dancing. Please please please, if you have any critism to say, tell me, don't be scared to!*
The next morning, I lied to Jeremy and told him that I needed some fresh air and wanted to walk to school. He just nodded his head and gave me a kiss on my forehead, a brotherly kiss okay?
“Remember to come down to the Middle School and wait for me in my class room unless you are gonna to the gym and stay with Lauren this time,” Jeremy said. Lauren text me last night pissed off about me not being at the school when her practice ended. I had to tell her everything and she thought I was lying at first. When I told her that its true, then she began to believe me. She freaked out and told me that she will make me stay near her for now on. Dammit, I don’t need to be babysat! I will buy me a thing of pepper spray today and carry it with me.
“Jeremy, I don’t need a babysitter. I am seventeen years old, I’ll buy me some pepper spray today. I going to the ballet studio near the middle school to dance a little bit. It‘s right beside your work, so don‘t worry!” I said and he sighed.
“I am just worried about you. I want you to have a decent school year before you head to college,” Jeremy said.
“About that, I am going to audition at Wolfgang. I have to fill out the application first, but I want to dance again.”
“Well, good for you! Better get the application filled out soon!” I know that! I grabbed my things and I walked down the street, which the sun began to rise on the seashore and it’s such a beautiful site. I love the reflection of the sun on the ocean. When I made it to the coffee shop, Dylan is outside, smoking a cigarette. I never really care that people smoke, it’s their choice. I don’t want to smoke, but dancers are known to smoke. Well, this dancer is not going to!
“Good morning, Dylan,” I said and he smiled and threw the cigarette butt on the ground.
“Well, you are sunny and happy this morning,” Dylan said and I laughed. We walked in and we got our coffee. When we sat down near the window, I stared out to the ocean again.
“You love the ocean?” Dylan asked sipping his coffee.
“Yeah, my mom use to take me and Jeremy out on picnics every weekend on the shore. I go out there and just think about her and sink my toes into the warm sand,” I said and he sighed.
“I lost my parents sixteen years ago, they got killed in a fire at a department store in Ontario, California. I was raised by my sister, Heather and she was twenty at the time. I know how it hurts to lose a parent and it took me a few years, but I was only eleven at the time, you are an adult, you can recover much quicker and I can tell you are.”
“But how can I recover from a rape like I did? Lauren didn’t believe me when I said I was raped but I am cool as a cucumber. Also, I done some research and I can turn those guys in, that guys penis was inside me and that is DNA. Why did you let them go?” Dylan looked away and then looked back at me.
“Because I didn’t want them to start off being this young in jail. Maybe they will learn their lesson, maybe not. I will keep an eye on them, they are in my Algebra II class after all!” He said and I nodded.
“I understand, Dylan. They do not need to start off being eighteen in jail. If they continue to rape women, well, at least its not me again,” I said.
“Where are you going after school?“
“I am going to the ballet studio near my brother’s school. I need to start practicing since I am going to audition.” We finished our coffee and Dylan drove us to school. When we got there, he parked in the teachers parking lot and all the teachers looked at us.
“I found Miss Barnes walking, and I gave her a lift,” Dylan said and they nodded. I ran to the front of the school and Lauren is talking to her cheerleading friends and when she seen me, she immediately started to follow me. When we got to our lockers, she crossed her arms across her chest.
“How come you didn’t tell me about you know what till last night? I thought we we’re best friends!” Lauren said and I sighed.
“Because as long its not mentioned a whole lot, I can actually forget it! I am fine, Lauren. I could have turned them in, but I don’t want those guys adult life to start off shitty like in jail,” I said and she nodded.
“I am sorry for not believing you. Its just unbelievable that you can recover from being raped fast by just being comforted by your brother and eating a hot pocket!”
“It’s fine, its psychology! Also, I am going to dance again. I am going to audition for Wolfgang!” Lauren smiled at me and hugged me.
“I am so happy for you. You are moving on with life. I sensing that a man is doing this deed on you!”
“I am not dating anybody right now. I have a crush, so to speak.”
“Who? Who?” Lauren can ask like a middle schooler and try and beg stuff out of you, but she cannot know about me having a major crush on Dylan, my calculus teacher and he is like twenty-seven years old!
“I’m not going to tell you, its my little secret!” I said and she groaned.
“I bet its someone way older than us!” Lauren said and I nodded.
“Yeah, he is defiantly older, like out of college older!”
“Like my crush on your brother. I wish I can just have coffee or go out to dinner with him.” Maybe if I can let Jeremy give Lauren a chance, she will get off my ass about my crush.
“Let me talk to him about it, maybe he will,” I said and she squealed. We ran to calculus class and the principal, Mrs. Cromer, is standing there with a bag with some fabric in it. Dylan is sitting in his desk, looking so sexy and smiling at the class. When the bell rang, he stood up and began talking.
“Class, Mrs. Cromer has something to say about something that happened on this school grounds yesterday afternoon. Please give her your undivided attention,” Dylan said and Mrs. Cromer cleared her throat.
“Class, we had a rape yesterday. I know it became we found these…” She pulled out my tore tank top and my skirt and my underwear, also torn. I heard Lauren gasp then glanced at me, which I am looking down at my desk, “These clothes are torn to shreds and covered with blood. We don’t know who the victim is or who done this to her. If you know anything, please tell me and I will contact the police. These men need to go to jail for terrorizing this poor girl! I am a Christian woman and I can tell by the amount of blood that she has lost her virginity and now, she is barren to any man!” Mrs. Cromer said and I rolled my eyes. She is a highly Christian woman, you should see her office. She has churchy pictures everywhere and she really does think if you have sex before marriage, you are not worthy for any man. Mrs. Cromer left and Dylan asked for the homework and he began the lecture. He kept looking at me and wink and I blush, hoping nobody is seeing our flirting. When the bell rang for us to go to our next class, he asked me to stay behind. When everybody left, Dylan stood up and sat on his desk. Nobody came in and I knew it must be his free period.
“Kylie, I have to say something,” Dylan said and I gulped.
“Yes, Dylan?” I said and he walked over to me and placed his lips on mine. I stood there, not moving and very shocked. He is kissing me. His lips felt soft as silk and he tasted so good, like peppermint. I sighed into his lips and he pushed his tongue into my mouth and I moaned. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my body against his and then he let go.
“Kylie, I really like you. I know I am ten years older than you, but you act so mature for your age, more mature than most women my age. I need you so much. I knew I needed you since I seen you when I walked into class. You smiled at me and I felt like melting right there. You handled that rape like it was nothing, something to forget,” Dylan said and I closed my eyes and swallowed.
“Dylan, I feel the same way for you. I kind of, have a crush on you,” I said and he smiled.
“Do you want to come over to my place when you are done with your dancing this evening?”
“Sure, I will give you a call when I am ready to come over and you can pick me up.” The bell rang again and Dylan gave me a slip saying that he needed me to stay after class so I won’t be counted as tardy. I ran to my class and Lauren is sitting in the front row. She loves our government class, I can see her in politics someday.
“We are gonna talk about energy today, cannot wait!” Lauren said and I looked around.
“Where’s Mr. Harris?” I asked about our teacher.
“They are having a meeting about your rape,” Lauren whispered the word “your” to me.
“I wish they would just forget about it. I bet girls get raped on campus a lot, but why this time?” I said and Lauren messed with her fingers.
“Because evidence was left behind.” She is right, my clothes was left behind yesterday. Class resumed when our teacher came in and the rest of the day seemed bland. We are doing research on our books in last period and I decided to take a free day off and go ahead and go to the ballet studio. When I walked in, Kathryn Godfred, my ballet instructor, walked out of her office and then she looked at me.
“Kylie, what are you doing here? Should you be at school?” Kathryn asked me and I held my hands in front of my body and looked down.
“I want to dance again. I want to audition for Wolfgang, can you help me send in the application?” I asked and she smiled. She went to the office and about five minutes later, she walked out and she had the application and pen in hand. I signed it and she smiled. Kathryn is a very beautiful woman with golden locks and dark blue eyes and she has beautiful skin and she doesn’t even look like she is in her mid forties!
“Can I have some ballet shoes? I kind of lost mine,” I said and she went to the back room and came out in some. She also came out with a leotard my size and I went to the back and got dressed. When I went to the mirror, I smiled. I looked like my old self. My leotard is a pastel orange in color and it makes my red hair look gorgeous under the light. I walked out and went to the record player. I put some Vivaldi on and I began to dance on Pointe. I pranced across the room and stretched my leg in the air and I can feel the tightness of not dancing for six months in my legs. I went to the beams and placed my leg on there and bend over and stretched. I heard the doors open, but I didn’t pay any attention to see who it is. I went back to the middle of the floor and made a triangle with my foot and knee and spin around with my hands in the air. I done that a few times and when I faced the door, I seen Dylan. He is smiling at me and then, I thought of an idea.
“Dylan, catch me!” I said and he looked shocked. He has no time to think, I ran to him and jumped in the air. He caught me and I spread my arms like an eagle and arched my back.
“Now, spin me around,” I said and he done just that. “Let me down,” I ordered and he let me down slow. The music stopped and I just looked at him then at the clock. I must have been dancing for two hours.
“Oh shit, I am so sorry! I forgot…” I said and he interrupted me by placing a finger on my lips.
“You dance beautifully!” Dylan said and I smiled.
“Let me get dressed and I will meet you outside.” He nodded and I walked back and got back in my street clothes. I went to Kathryn’s office and she is sitting, doing some paper work.
“I faxed your application. You should know in about two weeks if you get to audition,” Kathryn said and I handed her the folded leotard and ballet shoes. “Honey, you can have them. I have no more teenage dancers anymore. I only teach ballet to four year olds now.”
“You sure? I can practice at home now,” I said and she smiled.
“Kylie, I still remember you when you we’re four years old and walked in those doors with your mom, screaming to go home. Now, you love dancing and be possibly a Wolfgang student, I am proud of you.” I smiled and thanked her again and she gave me a bag. I walked outside and Dylan is standing there, smoking a cigarette.
“Ready to go to my place?” Dylan asked smiling and I nodded. He grabbed my hand and laced his fingers through mine and we went to his car. Dylan drove us through town to an apartment building that is about four stories high. Before we could even get out of the car, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to his body. Dylan placed his lips on mine and his tongue mated with mine. I ran my fingers through his soft, long hair and my other hand went around his neck. I arched my body to his and he moaned.
“Kylie, I don’t want to make love to you just yet. I want your body to recover from yesterday,” Dylan said and I nodded. We got out of the car and we headed to his apartment. My heart began to race as we went to the third floor and when he turned the door knob to get in, I knew that this ain't going to be the only time I will see his apartment!