Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151

Emma frowned and snapped, “No, that lift won’t do! Where’s your strength? Did you even eat dinner?”

Theodore: …

Were they rehearsing a dance now? Did she think he was her leading

man?

“Emma, we’re home. Let’s go inside,” he said.

“You think you can just go home after dancing like that? No way! Again! And what happened to the music? Why did it stop?”

“Emma, class is over!” Theodore gave in, playing along with her fantasy as he scooped her up and carried her into the elevator.

“Class is over? We still need to practice! Let’s go! Back to the studio!” Emma squirmed restlessly in his arms.

He held her tighter. “Alright, alright, we’ll go back. We’re almost there, okay? Just a little longer.”

The elevator glided upward, stopping at their floor. Theodore lifted her again and stepped inside their apartment, heading straight for the bathroom. He washed her face and helped her rinse her mouth. Thankfully, her clothes were still clean, but Theodore still wanted to get her changed, give her a proper shower, and get her to bed early.

But as he started to undress her, Emma protested, “No, I’m not changing out of my rehearsal clothes. I still need to practice-” She paused, searching her foggy mind for her partner’s name, and then it popped up: “Sebastian… your lifts are weak, you can’t rest yet. Come on, let’s go again!”

The moment she said “Sebastian,” Theodore’s face darkened.

“Who are you calling?” he asked, voice chilly.

Emma blinked at him through her haze. “Sebastian, of course. Sebastian,

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the lead’s out with a sprained ankle, you’re the understudy–you have to step up. Only you can do it. Let’s go, let’s rehearse!”

Theodore held the back of her head, his voice sharp. “Look at me. Who

am I?”

Emma squinted at him, seeing only spinning ceiling lights and a fuzzy silhouette. “Aren’t you Sebastian? Who else would you be?”

“I’m Theodore!”

“Theodore?” She frowned, confused. “What’s Theodore doing at our school? Go away!”

His eyes darkened further. “Is it so bad that Theodore came to see you? Why do you want him to leave?”

“Oh, stop interrupting rehearsal!” Emma snapped impatiently. “Sebastian, can you get that Theodore guy out of here? Let’s keep practicing!”

His gaze grew even colder. “You want Theodore to leave?”

Drunk and dazed, Emma nodded vigorously. “Yes! Go! I don’t want to see him!”

“Why?” His hands tightened on her shoulders.

“Because… because I hate him…” Suddenly, her eyes filled with tears. “I hate him. I don’t want to see him at all…”

Theodore’s expression clouded. “You really hate him?”

“Mhm!” Emma clutched his shirt, desperate. “Sebastian, will you please get rid of Theodore for me? I just want to dance. Don’t let him ruin it…”

Theodore stared at her for a long moment, silent.

“Sebastian?” she called again, her voice small.

“I’m here,” he answered softly.

“Let’s keep dancing, okay? Put the music back on.”

Theodore picked up his phone and restarted “Metamorphosis,” but he

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didn’t dare let go of her. In her state, the moment he did, she’d crash to

the floor.

“Come on! Keep up!” Emma beamed as the music filled the room.

Her injured foot couldn’t support much, but she managed a few simple steps–unsteady, stumbling, but her face radiant, eyes sparkling with a joy and liveliness he’d never seen before.

“Emma,” he whispered.