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By SkippyYote · Posted
At the rate things are going downhill for Carly and her classmates; Beth may have to adopt Carly in order to save her from Shapiro and the other miscreants. -
The common room had an odd stillness to it, like the quiet before a storm—or maybe the hush in a theater before the curtain rises. It was Thursday, performance day, and everywhere else in the building, things were buzzing. The auditorium was full of half-whispered cues, clacking clipboards, and last-minute lighting checks. Hair straighteners and curling irons hummed behind bathroom doors. A steamer hissed softly from down the hall, sending the scent of lavender spray and warm polyester wafting into the air. But here, in the center of the dorm’s common room, time had slowed. Just for a moment. As if everyone inside was holding their collective breath. A cluster of girls lounged in their usual spots—on beanbags, stretched across the couch, curled in corners with blankets and cups of tea balanced on knees. Phones glowed in nearly every hand. Nervous energy crackled under the surface, but no one dared say much until the first official word dropped. Midterm grades had been posted. Rachel was the first to speak. Not loudly, just loud enough. "Okay. They're up." Dylan froze. He had been sipping from his water bottle—hydrating, because Rachel had told him to—but suddenly his throat felt tight and his stomach dropped like a stone. Across the room, Nora looked up from her phone and raised her eyebrows. Tessa leaned forward off her pillow, eyes wide and gleaming with the anticipation of gossip. Dana and Libby were just entering from the hallway, mid-giggle, until they noticed the tension and quieted immediately. Rachel gave them a subtle nod, and they understood. Libby made a beeline for Dylan and plopped down next to him, looping her arm through his. Dana hovered behind the couch for a beat before sliding down into the armrest and giving him a warm, cheeky thumbs-up. Their presence felt like a blanket draped around him, a reminder that no matter what the screen said, he wouldn’t be facing it alone. Still, he didn’t move. Someone had to nudge him into action. That fell to Tessa today. She bumped her socked foot against his shin with a teasing nudge. “Come on. You gotta check.” “I don’t know if I want to,” he said softly, almost whispering. Nora, curled beneath a fuzzy blanket and nursing a half-eaten cookie, straightened a little. "Want me to check for you?" He didn’t answer right away. His fingers hovered, then hesitated again. Then, with a small breath, he unlocked his phone. Psychology 101: B- History: B Leadership: B+ Etiquette and Presentation: A He stared at the screen. Chest tight. Eyes unmoving. The letters didn’t seem real yet. “B-minus in psych,” he said at last, the words small, almost ashamed. “B in history.” There was a pause, a little silence as everyone waited. His voice dipped even lower. “B-plus in leadership.” Another beat. His breath hitched. “And?” Tessa prompted, leaning forward. He blinked. Almost like he didn’t trust what he’d seen. "I got an A in etiquette." Silence snapped. Then: squeals, gasps, cheers. Tessa squeaked in delight. Nora straightened so quickly her blanket slithered to the floor. "You what?!" she practically shrieked. “I got an A,” he said again, louder this time. “In etiquette.” Tessa whooped and dove toward him, arms flung wide. “You precious, awkward little miracle!” Rachel clapped, her hands calm but her smile glowing. “That’s incredible, Dylan. You’ve worked so hard for that.” Libby leaned in closer, her eyes bright and full of something fierce. “I knew you were gonna slay that class. I told you. Remember? You’ve got that posture-princess thing locked down.” Dana swung herself over the back of the couch and wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a full-bodied squeeze. “I’m so proud of you, baby boy.” He tried to smile, but his eyes returned to the screen. To that B-minus. And that B. The ache was dull but deep, humming beneath the celebration. “I just… I thought I’d do better,” he murmured. “Especially in psych. I really tried.” Rachel edged closer, her voice lower and softer now. “Dylan, these are college-level classes. This isn’t easy stuff. You came in halfway through the summer. You’ve been juggling so much—classes, ballet rehearsals, adapting to a dorm full of girls—while learning the entire school’s rhythm on the fly.” Nora nodded, balancing her tea mug on one knee. “Seriously. Cut yourself some slack. A B here is like an A back in high school. You’re keeping up with girls who’ve been here since the spring.” “And it’s not like you even had a full term,” Tessa added. “You had to figure out leadership while still figuring out how to walk in your ballet shoes.” Libby nudged his side with her elbow. “And don’t forget all the little stuff. Like diaper checks during study hall. You’ve handled everything with, like, 20% grace and 80% sheer panic.” That earned a laugh, but his gaze stayed low. That voice inside, the one always whispering that he was behind, that he didn’t quite measure up, hadn’t gone away. Rachel reached out and placed a hand on his knee. “That etiquette A? You earned that. Every speech. Every moment of posture practice. Every time you stood up in class when you wanted to hide. You didn’t give up.” “And don’t forget PE,” Nora added brightly. “Ballet boy might just bring home another A tonight.” He looked around at them. Tessa’s smile. Nora’s quiet encouragement. Libby’s fierce loyalty. Dana’s unconditional warmth. Rachel’s steady, proud eyes. The weight began to shift, slowly lifting. He gave a tiny shrug, almost a grin. “Okay. Yeah. One more to go.” Tessa leaned against his shoulder. “You’re gonna dance your little baby butt off tonight.” He blushed. Deeply. But he didn’t flinch. Not this time. Rachel sipped her tea again. “Six weeks, Dylan. You’ve come so far. And honestly?” She paused, letting it sink in. “I’ve been proud of you every single day.” Dana nodded. “We all have. Even when you fell in ballet that one time. Especially then.” Libby rested her head on his shoulder. “Tonight, the whole school’s going to see what we already know.” His throat tightened again—but this time, it wasn’t nerves or fear. It was gratitude. It was hope. He looked at his screen one more time. The grades hadn’t changed. But something in his chest had. He wasn’t just surviving here anymore. He was starting to belong. Somehow, he’d made it this far. And maybe—just maybe—he was ready to soar.
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