Everyone thinks ballet has evaporated for me.
I have two days to prove otherwise.
When the doors open on the first floor, I step out and almost crash into Steele.
He grabs my arms, steadying me, and then looks me up and down. I find myself doing the same to him. He’s dressed in sweats and sneakers. His dark hair is damp and combed back, and there’s a little scruff on his cheeks. It gives him a more rugged appeal.
His lips quirk. “You okay, Violet?”
I shake myself out of it. “Yep, perfectly fine.”
His gaze lifts to the elevator doors, now closed. “You meeting with Rebecca?”
I raise my brow. “Who?”
“The school’s publicist. Coach said Greyson had to meet with her to clear up that article, and since you’re in it…” He shrugs. “Either that, or you’re coming to watch our practice… and you’re early. Very early.”
“Don’t you practice in the evenings? Why are you here?”
“The gym.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “It’s the best one in Crown Point. Of course, most of the athletes at CPU use it, so it has to be the top of the standard.”
A gym. I’m getting tired of hiking to the public one—not to mention, there’s been a creepy guy there the last few nights. Creepy enough to deter me from going back at that time. He leers at my ass when I run and turns into my shadow when I circulate around the weights area.
“Is it open to anyone?”
Steele smiles. “Anyone? No. But if you want in, I could help you out. Be an escort, you know?”
I smirk at the double meaning. “Didn’t take you for an escort, Steele.” I shrug. “But either way, our schedules wouldn’t align. I work out at night.”
“Okay, Violet. I like to work up a sweat at night, too. Here.” He pulls out his phone and opens it up to a new contact. “Put your number in, we’ll see if we can figure something out.”
This is a bad idea, but the thought of getting on Greyson’s nerves does give me a certain level of satisfaction. I take Steele’s phone and give him my number, then hand it back.
“I’ll text you.”
“Okay.” I sidestep him. “I’ve got to get to class.”
He chuckles. “Okay. Well, don’t be a stranger.”
I eye him. “Pretty sure that’s out of the question. After…”
His chuckle turns into a full-blown laugh. “Yeah. Right. If you ever want a repeat… You know, a different kind of workout? I’d be open to it.”
“Oh, um… no, I think I’m good.” I shake my head and speed-walk away from him. I only have room for one asshole in my life. Well, maybe that’s not even true. Dare I say I don’t have room for any, since Greyson takes up my whole capacity for dealing with them.
But if Steele can get me into a nicer gym, he can be useful. And Greyson can just… deal withthat.
24
VIOLET
Imeet Willow in the student center. We’re wearing the requisite blue and white, our jackets open to expose the colors—mainly so the coordinator doesn’t yell at us. The coordinator, a staff member in Activities, stands at a booth and checks people off.
There’s a whole group of us going.
“Heads-up,” the coordinator, Lauren, calls. “We’ve got two buses. The first is the party bus, which will be full. Then we have room on the team bus.”
My stomach twists. “We have to get on the party bus.”