Adopted by Ariana Grande (collab with mothermonstergaga_)

35 || Musical & A Reconnection

Chapter theme song - You Don't Know Me by Ari (because I'm listening to that right now lol :))

One of Jovani and Julian's YouTube vides in media box! Hands off though, they're mine (: Steal them and I will hurt you (:

*time skip to 2 weeks later*

So today's the day, the big day. I head behind stage getting ready for the musical.

*1 hour and 38 mins later*

The musical runs without a hitch. Everyone remembers their lines and says them in the right places, and the kissing actually seems realistic. At the end, we all line up and hold each other's hands, I take my hand from Jovani's and gesture for Mrs Jara to join us, she covers her mouth in surprise and walks to us, holding our hands. We all take a bow and the applause is wild. We make our way down the side of the stage, and I fall over. I can tell this is already not going to be a fall I can style out. But in this moment I can't think about anything but my phone, which is in my bra. So I land at the bottom in one of the awkwardest positions, a hand cupping my boob, face first and my bum in the air. A gasp is followed about another three hundred echoes around the hall. The awkward silence is followed by my inner voice saying, why does my bum feel so cold? I glance over my shoulder and see that - to my horror - the dress has flown up over my waist. A chorus of new whys fill my mind. Why did the ending scene have to involve a red dress? Why did I take my stockings off backstage when I got too hot? Why, oh why, out of all the underwear I possess, did I have to choose the most frayed and faded ones for today?

I stay on all fours - too embarrassed to move. A hand reaches down to help me up, which I gladly take. I look up to come face to face with Kamila. Remember her? Ange and I's carer at the adoption centre. Now this makes my cheeks burn even more. I haven't seen her in about 2 years and this is how we meet again? Dear the heavens of embarrassment, why must you do this to me? The crowd erupts with laughter - I have to get out of here!

My hands start shaking, vision becomes blurry and start sweating, I can barely see Kamila's worried expression but all my focus is on the laughter of the audience. I run to the exit and I don't stop running until I get home.

I limp into the hall , gasping for breath. After I've recovered, I grab a bowl of cookies, which are definitely my BIGGEST guilty pleasure, I also grab a bottle of water then I race up to my room, avoiding all human contact possible, I open the door to my room and collapse onto my bed. I am embarrassed. SO EMBARRASSED. I can't even text Angela, or even Niall. I can't even face Ariana for crying out loud. I'm just going to lie here forever and ever and become so hot that I eventually become a puddle of sweat.

I'm going to have to face the human society again one day but there's no way in heck I'm going to do that today. How am I meant to? That was so humiliating! Especially in front of bloody Jovani and his family! I take my phone out of my bra, but I don't dare turn it on incase it blows up with mocking texts. Although I do anyway, and thankfully there's nothing about me - yet.

I go on to Google, my next best rescue. How do you get over dire humiliation? I type into the search engine. Forty-one million results come up. Surely somewhere amongst them all I will find my answer. But I don't find anything useful enough. 

My eyes fill with tears and I hug my knees to my chest. It's not like no one has seen me in underwear before, I mean there's bikini pics of me and the girls on mine and Ariana's Instagram accounts, surely I'm overreacting. But this feels incredibly different to it all. According to Google, there is over 7.4 billion people on the Earth today. Out of all those billions of people, only three hundred people have seen my frayed and faded underwear. Majority of those people are classmates, old friends and teachers - and don't forget the highly adorable, and might I add, hot boys of the community. This definitely is worse than I want it to be, but they'll forget about it all soon, right? I snuggle in deeper down my bed and close my eyes, wanting sleep to overtake and to never wake up to face this cruel world.

I'm having this really amazing dream about Troyler coming out to the world about there relationship when suddenly my Facebook notification pings. I fumble around in the darkness for my phone when there's another and another ping. I squint at the time on the top of the screen. It's 3 a.m. Why am I getting so many notifications at this time? As it goes off again and again, my first thought is just the fans across the other side of the globe spamming my social media, but when I get a better look at the notifications, I'm dead wrong.

Jovani Jara has tagged you in a post, the first one says. The others are telling me that various people have commented or in some other way interacted with the post - half of the cast of the musical by the looks of it. On the page is a video of us all bowing and I break out into a cold sweat as it shows where I fall down and the dress flowing over my bottom. The camera zooms in - right in and on my underwear, so close you can actually see a thread of the material hanging down the side of my thigh. I throw the phone across the phone. How could he of all people do this to me? I've deleted the tag from my wall but everyone can still see it, I can't believe I kissed that snitch. I lie in bed for hours on end checking, refreshing, checking, and refreshing my Facebook page, in the hopes that Jovani would realise how fragile I am and take the video down. 

I can't fall back asleep after this, I head into Angela's room and go into the comfort of her bed. I scream as I see and figure in the dark in the corner of the room but sigh in relief when they flick the lights on and it's Kamila. 

"I'm sorry I scared you like this, Ariana let me in and I figured you would come into the comfort of Angela's room so I stayed here waiting. Honey, please tell me you haven't seen all those terrible things?" She asks me worriedly.

"I have. I don't know what to do. Does Ariana know?"

"No. I thought I shouldn't tell her without your consent but I have a slight inkling that she saw it all already." I sigh, this didn't go to the undeveloped plan at all. 

It's at this moment that Ariana walks in, shaking her head.

"Babe, you're going to be okay. What you need is some love and girl time with some special people, perhaps you can disappear for a while, not die, and definitely not faking your death like Alison DiLaurentis, but just maybe stay with Taylor, without anyone but me and your most trusted friends knowing. As for Jovani, I knew that boy wasn't good enough." She pulls me into a hug and I start crying.

"I kissed him many times for that musical, and this is what I get? I risked my anxiety and relationship just to make it seem all realistic. I don't know who to trust. Well I do, but I don't know what those people have to think about it."

"Enough over thinking about trust and douche pants of boys. When was the last time you went on Facebook?"

"About.. 20 minutes ago." I get a sick sensation in the pit of stomach, why do I have a feeling Kams and Ari know something I don't? Ariana takes her phone out and shows me the screen. 

"Oh no!" Someone has posted it on YouTube. 

"I'm so sorry bae, but it looks like you're about to go viral. This time, not in a good way." She shoves her phone back in her pocket, lifts me up and sits down on the bed, placing me in her lap and caresses my hair. I'm in for another panic attack, this isn't going to end well in any way whatsoever.  

"Breathe babe, just breathe." Ariana comforts me, Kamila starts throwing questions at Ariana as she's never seen me like this before, but after a while I fall asleep in Ariana's arms as she caressed my hair, somehow soothing the ache, for now. 

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A/N: this is quite short and very much similar to Chapter 10 - Girl Online by Zoe Sugg but I always love to involve my favourite stories in my writing (: Let me know if you like this.. Plot twist? In the comments below! Also, all the drama of this will pass over very quickly as the next chapter has been highly requested (by one person, you know who you are.) So bare with me, in future stories that I write by myself I will make the drama last longer instead of letting it pass over ever so quickly! Love y'all! 

~ Girlyousofanatic (but you can call me Batgirl), signing off xx