Sadie's POV
Once we get home I go upstairs in my room and change into a white lace tank top and some gray Nike Pros. I put on one of Nates white basketball hoodies and some black Under Armour sweatpants. I put my on some white knitted leg warmers, and my pink and gray free run 5.0's. I walk downstairs and Gilinsky says
"So, ya see...the guys all left, and wanted me to drive you to practice."
"What the...why did the leave?"
"Nate, wanted McDonalds, Sam wanted it too, and JJ wanted ice cream, so I got drafted into taking you to practice."
I groan and go upstairs and grab my duffel bag. I put some extra clothes in my bag and grab my pink Camelbak waterbottle and go downstairs. I see Jack sitting on the couch and he says
"If we leave now, we could grab something to eat."
I run out the door and he laughs. I jump in his car and start bouncing up and down, repeatedly saying
"Chick-fil-a. Chick-fil-a. Chick-fil-a."
He laughs at me and starts the car, then the song "Hey Mama" by David Guetta comes on and I get even more excited. He looks at me and says
"Why so hyper?"
"Because I danced to this song for competition tryouts and I'm competing on Saturday and we're going to get Chick-fil-a and I am just a very happy person okay!"
He stares at me and smiles. He pulls into the drive-thru for Chick-fil-a and I practically jump into his lap and say
"Hi. Yes we would like an 8 piece chicken bite things, with a medium fry and a large Sprite."
Jack oushes me back into the passenger seat laughing and says
"I want a chicken sandwich with a medium fry and large Coke."
The guy comes over the soeaker and says
"Uhm. Okay, That'll be $13.57 at the second window."
I look at Jack and smile and he says
"You're a piece of work Sadie."
We pull up to the window and I look at the guy taking our order. I whisper
"Oh shit."
I slouch down in my seat and put my hood up and hide my face. Jack looks at me and says
"Sadie what the hell?"
I whisper and look at him and say
"I go to school with him." (picture above)
The window opens and I put my sunglasses and look at my phone and text Jack.
Sadie: He's the guy that's been trying to get with me for the past forever.
Jack looks down at his phone and looks at me. He looks at the guy in the window and he says
"That'll be $13.57 sir."
Jack hands him his credit card and he says
"Do you want a drink carrier sir?"
"No."
He hands Jack our drinks and Jack says
"Sadie. Sadie. SADIE!"
I jump and say
"What the hell Jack?!"
"Take your drink."
I grab my drink and the guy at the window says
"Sadie? Sadie Maloley?"
I take my sunglasses off and pull my hood down, sitting up again glaring at Jack saying
"Oh..hey Cody."
Cody looks at Jack then at me and says
"Uhm. Here's your food."
Jack grabs it and glares at Cody.
"Thanks."
He hands me the food and takes off. I look at Jack and say
"What the hell was that?!"
"HE WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU!"
"It's not like this is news to you Jack!"
Out of nowhere Jack blurts out
"BUT HE CAN'T FLIRT WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE MY GIRL AND I LIKE YOU SADIE."
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I walk in the studio with my duffel bag and Chick-fil-a cup. I walk up to the counter. I look at Lydia and say
"Key?"
She hands me the keys to my private studio. Where I have bad anxiety and don't like for people to watch me perform, I get to have my own room at the studio. Studio 6A. I grab walk in and plug my phone up to the stereo. I perform my dance and decide to practice my leg spin, aerial. I do my leg spin and go to do my aerial and realize that I'm terrified to do it. What do I do?! I compete in 4 days, and I already have so much to deal with. Between school, and Gilinsky WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!?!
I grab all my stuff and call the one person I never thought I would.
"Hello?"
"Hey...it's Sadie. Can you come get me?"
"Yeah. Where are you?"
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