"No, it's fine. I'm fine."
Tate lightly brushes the bruise on my side, which is the size of a fist, with feather light fingertips, "That's gonna be a pretty big bruise. It's definitely going to be there for a while."
"Thank God I don't have gym this trimester," I mutter.
"You sound like you're pregnant."
"Shut up," I slap his hand away. "If you're so concerned, go talk to your aunt," I stick my tongue out.
He stands up and points a finger in my face, "You better keep your tongue in your mouth, missy."
I bite his finger and duck under him into my room. Olivia and I share a room; I have the bottom bunk, and she has the top. Don't worry, we have extra... gates on the top so she can't fall out.
I scoop Olivia up and put her in her top bunk.
"Ruddy?"
"Yeah, Livy?" I pick up some socks from the floor and put them into the purple dinosaur laundry hamper.
"Will you be my mommy?"
I swing around and look up at her. She's looking down at me, her little hands on the gate closest to me. Her eyes plead.
"Uh..." I clear my throat and put my hands on top of hers. "Well, Olivia... Who would be your daddy?"
"Tater!" She bounces up and down, grinning at the doorway.
I turn around and look up at him. He's looking at me thoughtfully, his arms crossed across his chest as he leans against the door.
"I... Good night, Olivia," I kiss her on the forehead. "Time for bed."
She pouts, but acquiesces. I tuck her in and whisper 'good night' one more time before turning on her night-light, and turning the overhead light off.
Slipping past Tate again, I make my way to the living room to do my homework. I hear Tate quietly follow me, and nervousness arrives in my gut. Hopefully he won't bring up what Olivia just asked...
"Rue..." Tate sits in a large recliner a few feet away from the couch, which is where I'm sitting.
"Hm?" I try to pretend like I'm really into Paul Revere and George Washington.
"About what Olivia said..." He clears his throat, waiting for me to look up at him.
I finally succumb after a few seconds of silence. Looking up, I find his thoughtful blue eyes gazing into mine.
"What if..." He furrows his eyebrows, looking down. "What if--"
"We can't." I cut him off. His head slowly faces me, wonder is written on his features. "Your aunt thinks you adopted us. Even if we both wanted it to, it wouldn't work."
Tate nods, understanding and nods at my book, "Get your homework done."
"'Kay, Dad."
Tate shoots me an irritated look and walks out with his new book.
After about twenty minutes of reading into the chapter, Paul and George suddenly become boring and uninteresting, as if they were before, and I find myself drifting off to sleep.
Strong arms pick me up, and a part of me knows it's Tate, but another part of me doesn't care. The part of me that doesn't care wraps my arms around his neck, and they hold on tight.
The walk to my room isn't far, and the part of me that doesn't care doesn't want Tate to let go, but rational me tells me it's wrong. My arms let go of him as he lays me in my bed, and he pulls the covers over me.
Then a hand brushes the hair away from my face, and soft lips kiss my forehead, "Good night."
Tate drives me to school, and says he'll pick me up afterwards, but I tell him I have something else in mind. He shrugs and waves goodbye as I hop out of the Jeep.
A sigh escapes my lips as I look up at the depressing school, and something pits itself in my gut again. I'm not sure if it's regret, or fear. Fear of facing Emmett again, and Warren, and Jaeger.
Chloe, a girl from my Foods class, greets me at the door.
"Rue! Hey! I was wondering what that extra ingredient was that you added to those cookies?"
I shrug, "Applesauce. Applesauce is a good substitute for butter or margarine."
"Oh! Thank you!" She bobs down the hallway, and I make my way gloomily to my locker.
Why am I here? I don't want to be here. Somebody punch me in the face so I can go home.
Slowly coming to a stop in front of my locker, I ramble off the combination in my head. I'm good with memorizing numbers. Cell phone numbers, safe combinations--any combination--house numbers, addresses. Pretty much anything.
8-22-36. I turn the dial on my locker, number 586. The locker opens with a rattle, and I glance at every other girl's locker to see them plastered with pictures and notes, while mine is plain, and always will be. Another sigh exits my mouth.
"Why the sigh?" A familiar voice asks, leaning against the locker to my left.
I swipe at my eyes, finding them watering from yawning. "Not a good day, Jaeger."
"It's only your second day."
"Precisely."
A concerned look occupies his face as he studies mine, "Are you crying?"
I wipe my cheeks, "No, my eyes over-water when I yawn." I put all of my books besides my Pre-Calc one into my locker, and shut the door.
Jaeger's arms are crossed over his chest, "Stay up late last night?"
I shrug and sling my old messenger bag over my shoulder (I'd discarded the black one after three zippers broke on it yesterday).
"Homework isn't my favorite hobby."
Jaeger walks with me to Mr. Lynch's room, and decides we need to talk on the way there.
"You know, you can always go to sleep earlier and come to school earlier to do homework. I'll come and help you."
"I can't ask you to do that," I say quietly as we go up a frequently used stairwell this time.
Jaeger shrugs, the black and red Affliction shirt clinging to his shoulders, and whole torso. His jeans are dark too, but in a designer-cool way. The barbell in his eyebrow is still black, but one ball on it is red. He's lucky he can pull it all off.
"I think you should've dyed the tips of your hair red today," I blurt out.
He laughs, a smooth laugh of sorts, "And why's that?"
I shrug, blushing, "Just woulda matched your outfit."
He snickers and hold the door open for me like Warren had yesterday.
"Damn," I mutter.
"What?" Jaeger watches me closely, only a few steps ahead of me.
"I suppose I should have waited for Warren in the office today..."
"Why?"
This time I hold the door open for him, letting him into Mr. Lynch's room first. "Well he escorted me to my classes yesterday... Well, just this class. You have the first three with me too, so you took me with you."
"Oh," Jaeger says, pulling a chair out for me and settling down into his own. "He'll be fine. He likes to lead girls on for a moment anyway."
I furrow my eyebrows, but mutter a thank you for pulling my chair out. I groan when I see the clock and that it says we still have ten minutes before class starts. We're the only two in the room.
I drop my head down on the table.
"Don't wanna be here?"
I look up at him incredulously, "Do you?"
"Ah... Touche..." He opens his bag to pull out his sketchbook, and he begins drawing again.
"I like your art," I say quietly.
Jaeger looks up at me, smiling, "Thank you."
I watch him shade shadows on a petal of the flower he's drawn. "I love lilies," I whisper softly.
Skipping out of lunch--and frankly the rest of school crosses my mind a few times while in Laser Tech.
Stephanie looks like she has no idea what she's doing with her solder and torch, so this boy Sam is helping her. She looks genuinely interested in him instead of the metal, which makes me wonder if she is even dating Emmett.
Mr. Peterson just told me to look up metal for the rest of the trimester, since we only have a week left before we switch to the second one. Which means all new classes. Awesome.
While everyone else is in their little soldering cubicles, I'm stuck on a computer as old as my grandma, looking up metal. This day couldn't get much better.
Pulled up on another tab though, is Facebook... And the tab flashes from Facebook to New Message from... Curious, I click the tab and look down to find a message from an old orphanage friend, Lexi. She got adopted a month before Olivia and I took off.
How are you on?
At the orphanage, we were only allowed ten minutes on the computer from 3 to 4 in the afternoon. The time on The Dinosaur, a.k.a. computer, reads 12:04 p.m.
School...
What?? Since when are you going to school?
Since yesterday... I have a lot to tell you... But it'll have to wait because I have to go to lunch now. Sorry, Lex, I promise I'll tell you later.
You promised, so you better stick to it :)
Of course(:
Sighing, I log off and print my paper on stupid metal alloys.
Lunch looks disgusting, today, for being a rich school. Lamb chops and mushroom soup is kinda disgusting.
So, this morning before I'd left I'd grabbed a pack of Goldfish Snack Crackers, a small tub of grapes, and SoBe Life Water. The dragon-fruit one is my favorite.
The cafeteria here is absolutely huge, so I pick a table all the way in the back next to the back doors. After about two minutes of eating by myself, Jaeger and Warren somehow find me and seat themselves on either side of me.
"Hi guys," I say after taking a drink of my SoBe.
"Why are you sitting all the way over here by yourself?" Warren asks.
"You know, away from the normal people," Jaeger adds. "You're kinda over here by the weirdos and outcasts."
"There's absolutely nothing wrong with outcasts and weirdos," I snap.
Warren and Jaeger both blink at me, eyes wide.
"I didn't mean it like--"
"Yes you did," I say quietly.
I was a weirdo. I was an outcast. Lexi was my only friend at the orphanage.
"Er.. What are you doing after school today?" Warren asks.
I have dance. "I have plans."
"What kinda plans?" Jaeger pries.
"Plans to be somewhere around 3:30," I pop two Goldfish into my mouth.
"Oooh," Warren says to Jaeger, "I told you she was a vampire slayer. She has a meeting with Blade after school."
Jaeger snaps his head to me, "I knew it!"
I can't help but laugh, and I politely cover my mouth, "No... Not quite guys," I grin.
"Aw, please tell us?" Warren gives me puppy-dog eyes. Jaeger gives me the puppy-dog lip pout.
"Ugh," I roll my eyes. "I'm going to the weight building today."
The boys' eyes bug out.
"You lift weights?"
"You pump iron?"
"Dude, this totally plays into the whole vampire-slayer deal."
"I know! I told you!"
"No, guys," I shake my head, laughing.
Jaeger takes two Goldfish and plays with them:
The one in his right hand, "No!" Jaeger uses a deep voice. "Please, vampire-slaying lady! Don't kill--"
Warren does the voice for the Goldfish in his left hand, and uses a high pitched voice. "I'm sorry! It's over villain!"
Jaeger smashes the left Goldfish onto the right one, making a mess, "NOOOO!! OMNOMNOM."
I'm in a fit of giggles, holding my bruised stomach carefully, wincing from laughing.
Warren's grinning, and Jaeger is too until he sees me wince.
"Stop that," he touches my arm with his left hand. "You're going to hurt yourself."
I sigh, and giggle one more time, "I'm okay, Jaeger."
As if on cue, the bell rings for fifth period.
I don't know how, but somehow I manage to make it over to the large weight building after school without Warren or Jaeger seeing me. Wait, duh. Obviously they couldn't see me in the mob of about fifty bazillion people.
I hustle over to the large building in the brisk autumn air, gold and red leaves crunching under my low-top All Stars. The CD I'd slipped into my bag burns in my hand to be played. The secretary told me there's a CD player up in the dance room, so I'd be able to play it.
As I open the door, I look behind me to see people crowding the parking lot, getting into their cars, and leaving. Nobody seems to be following me.
Jaeger's POV (Point of View)
I bet she thinks nobody's following her. I am, but she doesn't know that.
She opens the door to the big building, and I hide behind my car, ducked down. I look out the window just to make sure she goes inside before I slowly make my way towards the weight building.
Ms. Hattie must have given her a layout of the building,I think. Otherwise she wouldn't know what the hell she's doing.
I quietly open the door and slip inside. She isn't in the actual weight room, or wrestling room, so I quietly venture up the stairs. Distant music plays, so I figure it'd be best to follow it.
Peering into the tiny window in the door, I see Rue. Her head bobs into my vision, and out for a few seconds, and back in, and then out.
What is she doing?
I very, very quietly open the big blue door and slip in, quietly shutting it behind me and kneeling behind a recreational stand.
The song changes in the CD player above my head.
"I know I can't take one more step towards you"
Her body twists and turns, moving fluidly to the song.
"'Cause all that's waiting is regret"
She dances slowly, a mix of ballet and of her own moves. I quietly watch in curiosity.
"Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore"
Rue pauses, as if contemplating on whether or not to quit.
"You lost the love I loved the most"
Dance, Rue, dance, I think.
But she surprises me by singing instead.
"I've leaned to live..Half alive, And now you want me one more time"
Then she starts dancing.. and singing, leaving me in awe at the emotion in her moves.
"And who do you think you are? Running 'round leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts, tearing love apart"
She suddenly stops and drops to her knees, but still sings:
"You're gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul, don't come back for me... Who do you think you are?"
I squeeze my eyes shut, and step out, singing with her.
"I hear you're asking all around"
Her eyes are wide, but she keeps singing.
"If I am anywhere to be found"
Slowly, I walk towards her.
"But I have grown too strong, to ever fall back in your arms... I learned to live, half alive, and now you want me one more time?"
She takes my hand, stands up, and motions for me to dance with her. I hold my arm high, and she twirls under it. Then, as if out of nowhere, we dance perfectly in sync.
"Who do you think you are? Running 'round leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts, tearing love apart. You're gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul, don't come back for me, who do you think you are?"
She breaks away and twirls in the air like a professional ballerina. When she comes back, though, she takes my left hand in her right, and wraps her left around my waist. Slowly, we dance together.
"It took so long, just to feel, alright. Remember how to put back the light in my eyes? I wish, I had missed, the first time, that we kissed. 'Cause you broke all, your promises. And now you're back, you don't get to get me, back
"Who do you think you are? Running 'round leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts, tearing love apart. You're gonna catch a cold, from the ice, inside your soul. So don't come back for me, don't come back at all
"Who do you think you are? Running 'round leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts, tearing love apart. You're gonna catch a cold, from the ice, inside your soul. So don't come back for me, don't come back at all
"Who do you think you are?
"Who do you think you are?
We slow down until we stop completely. She finishes the last verse herself:
"Who do you think you are?"
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Song: Jar of Hearts- Christina Perri
Tate lightly brushes the bruise on my side, which is the size of a fist, with feather light fingertips, "That's gonna be a pretty big bruise. It's definitely going to be there for a while."
"Thank God I don't have gym this trimester," I mutter.
"You sound like you're pregnant."
"Shut up," I slap his hand away. "If you're so concerned, go talk to your aunt," I stick my tongue out.
He stands up and points a finger in my face, "You better keep your tongue in your mouth, missy."
I bite his finger and duck under him into my room. Olivia and I share a room; I have the bottom bunk, and she has the top. Don't worry, we have extra... gates on the top so she can't fall out.
I scoop Olivia up and put her in her top bunk.
"Ruddy?"
"Yeah, Livy?" I pick up some socks from the floor and put them into the purple dinosaur laundry hamper.
"Will you be my mommy?"
I swing around and look up at her. She's looking down at me, her little hands on the gate closest to me. Her eyes plead.
"Uh..." I clear my throat and put my hands on top of hers. "Well, Olivia... Who would be your daddy?"
"Tater!" She bounces up and down, grinning at the doorway.
I turn around and look up at him. He's looking at me thoughtfully, his arms crossed across his chest as he leans against the door.
"I... Good night, Olivia," I kiss her on the forehead. "Time for bed."
She pouts, but acquiesces. I tuck her in and whisper 'good night' one more time before turning on her night-light, and turning the overhead light off.
Slipping past Tate again, I make my way to the living room to do my homework. I hear Tate quietly follow me, and nervousness arrives in my gut. Hopefully he won't bring up what Olivia just asked...
"Rue..." Tate sits in a large recliner a few feet away from the couch, which is where I'm sitting.
"Hm?" I try to pretend like I'm really into Paul Revere and George Washington.
"About what Olivia said..." He clears his throat, waiting for me to look up at him.
I finally succumb after a few seconds of silence. Looking up, I find his thoughtful blue eyes gazing into mine.
"What if..." He furrows his eyebrows, looking down. "What if--"
"We can't." I cut him off. His head slowly faces me, wonder is written on his features. "Your aunt thinks you adopted us. Even if we both wanted it to, it wouldn't work."
Tate nods, understanding and nods at my book, "Get your homework done."
"'Kay, Dad."
Tate shoots me an irritated look and walks out with his new book.
After about twenty minutes of reading into the chapter, Paul and George suddenly become boring and uninteresting, as if they were before, and I find myself drifting off to sleep.
Strong arms pick me up, and a part of me knows it's Tate, but another part of me doesn't care. The part of me that doesn't care wraps my arms around his neck, and they hold on tight.
The walk to my room isn't far, and the part of me that doesn't care doesn't want Tate to let go, but rational me tells me it's wrong. My arms let go of him as he lays me in my bed, and he pulls the covers over me.
Then a hand brushes the hair away from my face, and soft lips kiss my forehead, "Good night."
Tate drives me to school, and says he'll pick me up afterwards, but I tell him I have something else in mind. He shrugs and waves goodbye as I hop out of the Jeep.
A sigh escapes my lips as I look up at the depressing school, and something pits itself in my gut again. I'm not sure if it's regret, or fear. Fear of facing Emmett again, and Warren, and Jaeger.
Chloe, a girl from my Foods class, greets me at the door.
"Rue! Hey! I was wondering what that extra ingredient was that you added to those cookies?"
I shrug, "Applesauce. Applesauce is a good substitute for butter or margarine."
"Oh! Thank you!" She bobs down the hallway, and I make my way gloomily to my locker.
Why am I here? I don't want to be here. Somebody punch me in the face so I can go home.
Slowly coming to a stop in front of my locker, I ramble off the combination in my head. I'm good with memorizing numbers. Cell phone numbers, safe combinations--any combination--house numbers, addresses. Pretty much anything.
8-22-36. I turn the dial on my locker, number 586. The locker opens with a rattle, and I glance at every other girl's locker to see them plastered with pictures and notes, while mine is plain, and always will be. Another sigh exits my mouth.
"Why the sigh?" A familiar voice asks, leaning against the locker to my left.
I swipe at my eyes, finding them watering from yawning. "Not a good day, Jaeger."
"It's only your second day."
"Precisely."
A concerned look occupies his face as he studies mine, "Are you crying?"
I wipe my cheeks, "No, my eyes over-water when I yawn." I put all of my books besides my Pre-Calc one into my locker, and shut the door.
Jaeger's arms are crossed over his chest, "Stay up late last night?"
I shrug and sling my old messenger bag over my shoulder (I'd discarded the black one after three zippers broke on it yesterday).
"Homework isn't my favorite hobby."
Jaeger walks with me to Mr. Lynch's room, and decides we need to talk on the way there.
"You know, you can always go to sleep earlier and come to school earlier to do homework. I'll come and help you."
"I can't ask you to do that," I say quietly as we go up a frequently used stairwell this time.
Jaeger shrugs, the black and red Affliction shirt clinging to his shoulders, and whole torso. His jeans are dark too, but in a designer-cool way. The barbell in his eyebrow is still black, but one ball on it is red. He's lucky he can pull it all off.
"I think you should've dyed the tips of your hair red today," I blurt out.
He laughs, a smooth laugh of sorts, "And why's that?"
I shrug, blushing, "Just woulda matched your outfit."
He snickers and hold the door open for me like Warren had yesterday.
"Damn," I mutter.
"What?" Jaeger watches me closely, only a few steps ahead of me.
"I suppose I should have waited for Warren in the office today..."
"Why?"
This time I hold the door open for him, letting him into Mr. Lynch's room first. "Well he escorted me to my classes yesterday... Well, just this class. You have the first three with me too, so you took me with you."
"Oh," Jaeger says, pulling a chair out for me and settling down into his own. "He'll be fine. He likes to lead girls on for a moment anyway."
I furrow my eyebrows, but mutter a thank you for pulling my chair out. I groan when I see the clock and that it says we still have ten minutes before class starts. We're the only two in the room.
I drop my head down on the table.
"Don't wanna be here?"
I look up at him incredulously, "Do you?"
"Ah... Touche..." He opens his bag to pull out his sketchbook, and he begins drawing again.
"I like your art," I say quietly.
Jaeger looks up at me, smiling, "Thank you."
I watch him shade shadows on a petal of the flower he's drawn. "I love lilies," I whisper softly.
Skipping out of lunch--and frankly the rest of school crosses my mind a few times while in Laser Tech.
Stephanie looks like she has no idea what she's doing with her solder and torch, so this boy Sam is helping her. She looks genuinely interested in him instead of the metal, which makes me wonder if she is even dating Emmett.
Mr. Peterson just told me to look up metal for the rest of the trimester, since we only have a week left before we switch to the second one. Which means all new classes. Awesome.
While everyone else is in their little soldering cubicles, I'm stuck on a computer as old as my grandma, looking up metal. This day couldn't get much better.
Pulled up on another tab though, is Facebook... And the tab flashes from Facebook to New Message from... Curious, I click the tab and look down to find a message from an old orphanage friend, Lexi. She got adopted a month before Olivia and I took off.
How are you on?
At the orphanage, we were only allowed ten minutes on the computer from 3 to 4 in the afternoon. The time on The Dinosaur, a.k.a. computer, reads 12:04 p.m.
School...
What?? Since when are you going to school?
Since yesterday... I have a lot to tell you... But it'll have to wait because I have to go to lunch now. Sorry, Lex, I promise I'll tell you later.
You promised, so you better stick to it :)
Of course(:
Sighing, I log off and print my paper on stupid metal alloys.
Lunch looks disgusting, today, for being a rich school. Lamb chops and mushroom soup is kinda disgusting.
So, this morning before I'd left I'd grabbed a pack of Goldfish Snack Crackers, a small tub of grapes, and SoBe Life Water. The dragon-fruit one is my favorite.
The cafeteria here is absolutely huge, so I pick a table all the way in the back next to the back doors. After about two minutes of eating by myself, Jaeger and Warren somehow find me and seat themselves on either side of me.
"Hi guys," I say after taking a drink of my SoBe.
"Why are you sitting all the way over here by yourself?" Warren asks.
"You know, away from the normal people," Jaeger adds. "You're kinda over here by the weirdos and outcasts."
"There's absolutely nothing wrong with outcasts and weirdos," I snap.
Warren and Jaeger both blink at me, eyes wide.
"I didn't mean it like--"
"Yes you did," I say quietly.
I was a weirdo. I was an outcast. Lexi was my only friend at the orphanage.
"Er.. What are you doing after school today?" Warren asks.
I have dance. "I have plans."
"What kinda plans?" Jaeger pries.
"Plans to be somewhere around 3:30," I pop two Goldfish into my mouth.
"Oooh," Warren says to Jaeger, "I told you she was a vampire slayer. She has a meeting with Blade after school."
Jaeger snaps his head to me, "I knew it!"
I can't help but laugh, and I politely cover my mouth, "No... Not quite guys," I grin.
"Aw, please tell us?" Warren gives me puppy-dog eyes. Jaeger gives me the puppy-dog lip pout.
"Ugh," I roll my eyes. "I'm going to the weight building today."
The boys' eyes bug out.
"You lift weights?"
"You pump iron?"
"Dude, this totally plays into the whole vampire-slayer deal."
"I know! I told you!"
"No, guys," I shake my head, laughing.
Jaeger takes two Goldfish and plays with them:
The one in his right hand, "No!" Jaeger uses a deep voice. "Please, vampire-slaying lady! Don't kill--"
Warren does the voice for the Goldfish in his left hand, and uses a high pitched voice. "I'm sorry! It's over villain!"
Jaeger smashes the left Goldfish onto the right one, making a mess, "NOOOO!! OMNOMNOM."
I'm in a fit of giggles, holding my bruised stomach carefully, wincing from laughing.
Warren's grinning, and Jaeger is too until he sees me wince.
"Stop that," he touches my arm with his left hand. "You're going to hurt yourself."
I sigh, and giggle one more time, "I'm okay, Jaeger."
As if on cue, the bell rings for fifth period.
I don't know how, but somehow I manage to make it over to the large weight building after school without Warren or Jaeger seeing me. Wait, duh. Obviously they couldn't see me in the mob of about fifty bazillion people.
I hustle over to the large building in the brisk autumn air, gold and red leaves crunching under my low-top All Stars. The CD I'd slipped into my bag burns in my hand to be played. The secretary told me there's a CD player up in the dance room, so I'd be able to play it.
As I open the door, I look behind me to see people crowding the parking lot, getting into their cars, and leaving. Nobody seems to be following me.
Jaeger's POV (Point of View)
I bet she thinks nobody's following her. I am, but she doesn't know that.
She opens the door to the big building, and I hide behind my car, ducked down. I look out the window just to make sure she goes inside before I slowly make my way towards the weight building.
Ms. Hattie must have given her a layout of the building,I think. Otherwise she wouldn't know what the hell she's doing.
I quietly open the door and slip inside. She isn't in the actual weight room, or wrestling room, so I quietly venture up the stairs. Distant music plays, so I figure it'd be best to follow it.
Peering into the tiny window in the door, I see Rue. Her head bobs into my vision, and out for a few seconds, and back in, and then out.
What is she doing?
I very, very quietly open the big blue door and slip in, quietly shutting it behind me and kneeling behind a recreational stand.
The song changes in the CD player above my head.
"I know I can't take one more step towards you"
Her body twists and turns, moving fluidly to the song.
"'Cause all that's waiting is regret"
She dances slowly, a mix of ballet and of her own moves. I quietly watch in curiosity.
"Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore"
Rue pauses, as if contemplating on whether or not to quit.
"You lost the love I loved the most"
Dance, Rue, dance, I think.
But she surprises me by singing instead.
"I've leaned to live..Half alive, And now you want me one more time"
Then she starts dancing.. and singing, leaving me in awe at the emotion in her moves.
"And who do you think you are? Running 'round leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts, tearing love apart"
She suddenly stops and drops to her knees, but still sings:
"You're gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul, don't come back for me... Who do you think you are?"
I squeeze my eyes shut, and step out, singing with her.
"I hear you're asking all around"
Her eyes are wide, but she keeps singing.
"If I am anywhere to be found"
Slowly, I walk towards her.
"But I have grown too strong, to ever fall back in your arms... I learned to live, half alive, and now you want me one more time?"
She takes my hand, stands up, and motions for me to dance with her. I hold my arm high, and she twirls under it. Then, as if out of nowhere, we dance perfectly in sync.
"Who do you think you are? Running 'round leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts, tearing love apart. You're gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul, don't come back for me, who do you think you are?"
She breaks away and twirls in the air like a professional ballerina. When she comes back, though, she takes my left hand in her right, and wraps her left around my waist. Slowly, we dance together.
"It took so long, just to feel, alright. Remember how to put back the light in my eyes? I wish, I had missed, the first time, that we kissed. 'Cause you broke all, your promises. And now you're back, you don't get to get me, back
"Who do you think you are? Running 'round leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts, tearing love apart. You're gonna catch a cold, from the ice, inside your soul. So don't come back for me, don't come back at all
"Who do you think you are? Running 'round leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts, tearing love apart. You're gonna catch a cold, from the ice, inside your soul. So don't come back for me, don't come back at all
"Who do you think you are?
"Who do you think you are?
We slow down until we stop completely. She finishes the last verse herself:
"Who do you think you are?"
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Song: Jar of Hearts- Christina Perri
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