| Chapter 16- The Truth Comes Out �Wade, raise you arms higher,� Mercedes directed. �My, my, I never thought I�d see the day when Wade Robson was doing ballet.� Both Wade and Mercedes looked up to see Justin leaning up against the doorway with an amused smile on his face. �Don�t you have a home Spanky?� Mercedes questioned. �Don�t you ever leave the dance studio Sparky?� Justin mimicked, coming owards her. �Anyways we got a date tonight..... remember?� Mercedes slapped a hand to her forehead. �OMG! I forgot!� �Wow, I feel so special,� Justin said sarcastily. �Give me ten minutes to be ready,� Mercedes said. �Yea! We�re through!� Wade cheered. �Nu-uh, you are gonna stay down here practicing the moves I just showed you,� Mercedes informed him, as he started pouting. �Come on Justin, I don�t want you distracting him.� Mercedes grabbed his arm and dragged him upstairs. �Why is Wade doing ballet?� Justin questioned. �It�s for a song he has to cheograph. He wants to add a little to it. He figured a ballet mix with his stuff would look good.� �Oh,� Justin said, as he followed her into her room. He breathed in, taking in the vanilla scent that hovered in the medium size room. Mercedes went to her dresser and grabbed some clothes. �I�ll be quick, make yourself at home.� She then headed off to the shower. Justin looked around the room. He smiled at hom �Mercedes� it was. Dangling from the dresser knobs was a pair of old worn ballet slippers. They were real small. Justin figured they were her�s when she was a kid. Then around the room on the walls were ballet posters. There was even a poster from the ballet movie �Centerstage�. Justin�s grin grew wider as he saw the white rose he gave her on their first date a week ago, sitting in a vase on her night table. It had wilted and was brown now, but she still had it. His grin disappeared as he saw an orange medicine bottle resting by the vase. Justin picked it up , wondering what she was taking medication for. He frowned, as he relized what it was. �Sorry I took so long,� Mercedes apoligized, as she came into the room towel drying her hair. �What�re you doing with these?� Justin demanded, holding up the bottle. Mercedes� face went from horror to anger in a matter of seconds. �So you were going through my stuff?� She snatched the bottle from his hand, putting it in her ballet bag. �Answer my question, what are you doing with those? Have you taken any? Mercedes looked away. �Mercedes, those are dangerous! They can kill you! Why are you taking them?� Mercedes looked up at him, with tears in her eyes. �You don�t know what it�s like to always be looked down on, that I don�t �have the feet�. With these I can dance better than I ever have!� �But they can kill you. Does dancing really mean that much to you, that you would die for it?� �I don�t take them all the time, only once in awhile.� �Will you please stop taking them?� �I will, once I get accepted into the ABC.� Justin sighed, running a hand over his head. It was better than nothing. |
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