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Chapter Nineteen

LAUREN

Y ou ever get the feeling you’re being watched? I’ve felt it for the last few days, the constant eyes on me wherever I go. I’m probably being over dramatic—one too many scary movies with Sydney playing havoc with my brain.

I’m sitting in the back room of Strokes—the one where the girls go to rehearse—because I’ve had so much pent up energy since Caleb’s office that I needed an outlet.

The urge to seek him out is becoming harder to ignore.

I was going crazy staring at the four walls of the dorm room, so I came to the one place I knew would help.

I’ve always loved practicing in this room.

Three walls are covered with floor to ceiling mirrors so we can watch our posture as we move and the other wall is a large window that overlooks the back of another building.

There isn’t anything out there, so none of us have ever been worried about being spied on whilst we workout.

I glide over to my favorite pole—the static one.

There are two varieties: static and spinney, both names saying exactly what they do.

The static pole stays static and doesn’t move.

The spinney pole moves so you’re constantly spinning around—I get dizzy easily, so that one’s out.

Plus, I find I get more range of motion with static and I’m more likely to throw myself into a move.

I’ve been practicing my running into a handstand—I take a running leap, do a front flip and end up upside down, one hand on the bottom of the pole, one hand high up, and my legs in a straight line towards the ceiling. It’s a current work in progress.

I’m alone tonight, the other girls are either working out front or having the night off so it’s nice to have the place to myself. I hit play on my phone and My Heart’s To Blame by Falling In Reverse starts playing, allowing the tension in my body to start easing.