Thread: In Shining Armor (MissKitty19& SteelStudBoy)

Dylan accepted her books with a soft grin, her fingers ached where they were trod on. And thanked the boy. They still had an audience, and when her tormenter had used her boyfriend to threaten the enormous boy. Dylan spoke from behind him in a hushed tone. Though loud enough that the threatening girl could hear her as well. Her boyfriend is twenty two Harming someone under eighteen would likely get him charged with assault, and bring into question his girlfriends age difference. The girls gaze at Dylan, narrowed dangerously. Though there was truth in her words and the silent threat of that truth was enough to shut the girl up and push her to retreat. Dylan would, like the rest of them, rush off to class, not before her uninjured hand rested gently on an arm and sincerely thanking him. She would run into him again after the classes for the day ended. And would need to rush off. Her mother outside waiting in the car. Shed pause though to thank the boy again, unafraid of muscle, after all, it came in handy for a dancer to have a bit. The male partners that shed had would kill for at least half of his definition. Dominick? Right? Another smile. Her injured hand, which had begun to bruise throughout the day, hidden by the sleeve she let fall from her wrist, so just her clear polished fingertips showed. Thank you, seriously, its thanks to you that I dont have a broken hand. The bruises would anger her mother enough, especially since Dylan would have to blame it on her own clumsiness. Her mother wouldnt abide her daughter looking anything less then perfect on that audition stage. Though I think youve made a victim of yourself in a sense. Gillian will be after you next, and not in the way most boys desire. You will have ruined any chance you may have had with her. Every guy in the school seemed to want the girl who tormented her, though Dylan had never really understood why. The girl was awful in all but her face. Dylan had never really cared. Her days were a bit lonely, but full. Still, this boy had put a target on his back to help her. W-would you walk with me? Their school wasnt large but company between the two of them would ensure that they could make their way to the exit unharmed or uninterrupted. It would have extended their opportunity to chat as well. She was curious about why he had chosen to help her and wanted to ask but there was no words for such an awkward topic. Dylan rarely wanted to linger around others, though oddly she found herself wanting to do so around this boy. Older then her. Shed only seen him in the corner of her vision. Her hand, the one not cradling her bag or books pushed up the bridge of her glasses, revealing the bruises forming on her delicate hand. If youd like Ill be in the studio in the morning, practicing before class Id not say no to some company. And with that she made her way to her mothers car, sliding inside the older woman asked who he was, and Dylan found herself having to explain more then just her bruised hand. - - - The next morning she was sweating. As she fell against the mirror she inhaled softly. She couldn't get it right, no matter how hard she tried. Though if she didn't she'd never get the part in the company and her mother would have yet another year to nag at her. She opened her history book and while resting with water in her wrapped hand. Deciding dates for a test later that day as she rose and set the bottle down. Through the rather intense workout, her hair had tumbled from where she had pulled it back. She moved, the slippers on her feet worn as they supported her toes as she extended her leg lifting it up so that the spread of both of them was almost a strait line, a slow spin and then a sweeping of that leg using it to propel her into a leaping dimplier where she stumbled and land hard against the wooden floor. She curse and rose again, repeating the action for success this time. The practice leotard she wore a soft grey over matching tights in a similar color. a sweater, big with a zipper right up the front. It covered her bottom like a dress almost when she stood still. Though she didn't often.