If they were going to be jealous and judgmental, so be it. She didn’t need them. She had Devon. All day, Kayley tried to catch up with Ophelia, but Ophelia always managed to get away. Every time she saw Kayley, though, the questions her friend had brought up echoed in Ophelia’s mind. She moved through the day in a fog, feeling sharp and alert only once, when her stomach growled. She grabbed a snack out of the snack machine but forgot about it almost immediately. Thoughts of Devon and his kiss overwhelmed her every time she went to take a bite. The day crawled by so slowly that Ophelia wondered if she would ever make it to midnight. She barely registered it when Ms. Traysor, the history teacher, told her she was flunking the class. She had never flunked a class in her life. But nothing else mattered now. Nothing but Devon. Ophelia forced herself to go to the second ballet class of the day. Her body felt tired and weak, but thoughts about perfecting the part of Giselle propelled her to practice.
