Baby Besson

Chapter 29

You sat there in silence with your boyfriend, watching him sit in shock, processing everything that just happened.
Daniel: "She said nationals Mads.. You have to deal with her..."
Mads: "I know."
Daniel: "You can't do anything about her.. You would get disqualified.."
Mads: "I know."
Daniel: "What are you gonna do?"
Mads: "Cringe when I hear her voice.. take a punching bag.. I don't know."
You both heard the door open, with the entire house in silence you clearly heard Zach.
Zach: "Guys Im back-"
He closed the door and walked up to your room, seeing your tear stained face, and the shock left in Daniels eyes.
Zach: "What.."
Daniel: "Alaina happened thats what."
Zach look fell.
Zach: "Why-"
Mads: "Me. Shes coming after me."
Zach: "What?"
Mads: "Shes in LA for nationals. She wants Daniel back."
Zach: "Wait.. Nationals..?"
Mads: "Shes the girl I punched... that night my dad died. And apparently Daniels ex."
Zach just stood there. He layed the bag of food on your desk and took the boys food and went to give it to him. You slowly got up to get your food off the desk, and Daniel grabbed your wrist.
Daniel: "Mads you know I love you right."
Mads: "Yes..." You gave him a confused worried look.
Daniel: "I can't watch you at nationals.."
Mads: "What?"
Daniel: "Its only going to cause drama."
Mads: "Daniel I don't care what drama she causes, your coming. Your my boyfriend.. I need you to be the one back stage to calm me down. You and Corbyn in the dressing room. Your coming."
Daniel sighed.
Daniel: "I can't."
Mads: "Daniel nothing is going to stop you from coming. Not even Alaina."
He bit his lip and accepted his chicken salad you were handing him.
You grabbed yours and sat back down. You put your hand on his thigh and rubbed near his knee a little bit.
Mads: "Its gonna be okay. Ive changed. I can handle myself."
You opened your salad and started eating it, while scrolling on your phone. You found Alainas instagram and decided to look at it. She had a bunch of posts like, "With the dance team!" or, "So excited for nationals! Guess who has a solo??"
Wait.. solo? What? WHAT? Don't get me wrong, I love competition, and Im a VERY competitive person, but actually Alaina is a really good dancer. If I don't beat her at nationals, Im going to look like a fool after what just happened.
You sighed and kept trying to find more.
Daniel: "What is going on? You keep sighing."
Mads: "Alaina has a frickin solo at nationals."
Daniel: "So?" He said taking a bite of his food.
Mads: "So, if I don't win, I look like an absolute fool after what just went through here. Shes coming for me. And everything I have Daniel. If I don't win..things could go south. Quickly."
Daniel: "Im sure everything will be fine.."
You tossed your phone lightly in front of you, watching it sink into the fluffy throw blanket on your bed.
You kept eating and talking to Daniel.
Daniel: "Maybe you should tell Corbyn.."
Mads: "Why so he can threaten her and she can get me disqualified?"
Daniel: "No- so he can keep an eye on everything and make sure things go smoothly on nationals night. When is it?"
Mads: "Next saturday..."
Daniel: "HOLD UP. Your supposed to make a solo, perfect it, and preform it and win in two weeks?"
Mads: "Some girls do it in two days Daniel. Its normal."
Daniel shook his head and snickered.
Daniel: "Anyways.. Seriously. Tell Corbyn. The boys and I will keep watch, just in case she tries anything."
Mads: "Fine but only if I get to make this funny.."
Daniel: "Go for it." He chuckled.
You ran into the hall way after setting your salad on your desk.
Mads: "BOYYYYYSSS"
They all opened their doors.
Mads: "LINE FORMATION!"
They all caught on to the joke and ran down the stairs and into a line, while you stood at the top slowly walking down.
Mads: "BOYS!"
All: "MA'AM YES MA'AM?"
Mads: "At ease.."
Mads: "Your probably wondering why I called you here. I have been informed Miss Trashbag has a solo at nationals. Nationals is in T-Minus two weeks. If ANYTHING goes wrong, I EXPECT YOU TO INFORM ME. If I don't win this, lets just say I would prefer NOT to look like a fool. NOODLES!"
Jack: "YES MA'AM"
Mads: "You watch and make sure nothing goes wrong from the outside. ZACH!"
Zach: "YES Ma'AM"
They boys and you all giggled at Zachs voice crack.
Mads: "Fetus you and Bean are in charge of watching Stage left, she isn't allowed back stage while im preforming, but she might try something. DANIEL!"
Daniel: "WHAT"
Mads: "DON'T WHAT ME BOY! YOUR ON STAGE RIGHT!"
Daniel: "YES MA'AM"
Mads: "YONAH"
Jonah: "YES MAM"
Mads: "Your on duty with Jack. IF ANYTHING goes wrong, text me, call me, find be back stage, TELL ME"
They all said yes ma'am.
Mads: "SOLDIERS STAND TALL"
Their chests rose as much as they could, Zach puffing his chest making you laugh.
Mads: "DISMISSED"
They all laughed and so did you, Daniel walking over grabbing your hand and kissing you quickly and looking away. Jonah and Corbyn went back to their rooms, but you, Daniel, Zach, and Jack decided to stay and watch a movie.
Just then you got a text. It was Alaina.

Trash Bag Alaina 🙄
  Hey Besson. Just wanted to let you know, your
little shenanigans aren't going to work, and we
all know it. Daniel doesn't want you. He still
loves me. At nationals... your going to look
like a fool when you put on this act, then lose.

I really didn't care what she thought. I looked over at Daniel next to me and tilted my phone, so that only he could see what was on the screen. When Jack tried to look you made Daniel lean back so Jack couldn't see.
Jack: "Why can't I see?"
Mads: "You don't need to."
Jack: "Is it some gross couple thing-"
Mads: "Sure Jack we will go with that." You rolled your eyes and Daniel read it, his eyes growing wider. He whispered to you.
Daniel: "Babe you know that's not true right?"
You nodded.
Daniel: "Your gonna win. Your way to talented not to."
You whispered back.
Mads: "Shes actually really good competition."
Daniel: "Not good enough."
Daniel zoned back into the movie everyone was watching and you decided to text back.

Madelyn
Alaina I really don't care. Daniel is here for me.
may the best dancer win. If I lose, who cares?