Anxiety

Chapter 23 Hideous clown

(Scott's POV)

So, tour is less than a week away, and we rehearsals every single day.  We faced some difficulties along the way, but Amanda and Ingrid helped us got through them.  It's great to have Amanda here, she's a good assistant.  Too bad Ingrid couldn't come with us on tour, I don't know how I will survive three months without her.

(Amanda's POV)

Ingrid is ruining everything that was meant to be.  Scott was supposed to fall for me and she's standing in the way!!  But no worries, Ingrid seems dumb, and she's so small.  I wonder what Scott sees in her.  I'm guessing she has the body, but who knows, she's got that giant sweater on her.  What made her think she's qualified to be on Scott's league?  Looks like I'll just have to destroy her.  Wreck her ridiculous confidence. 

 Today, at Pentatonix's rehearsal, I finally got some lone time with Ingrid while Pentatonix being asked to sign some contracts in the other room.

(Ingrid's POV)

Sitting outside of the room waiting for the guys to come out.  I'm alone with Amanda for the first time, and I'm kind of scared, I don't know why.  I mean she's so nice, maybe I'm just worring for nothing.

"Hey, how's it going?"  She asked, breaking the silence.

"Good, good.  But I'm still bummed about can't go with them on tour." I sighed, and gave her a frown. 

She nodded.  I swang my  feet up and down, waiting for her to say some more.  But she didn't for a while.  And it became awkward.

"I can't take this anymore!!"  She suddenly snapped.

"I'm so sorry, I'm just not good at these kind of situation!" I said, shocked by her action.

"No!!  That's not what I'm talking about!!"  She shouted.

I then went into panic mode.

"What made you think you deserves Scott's love and affection?? Huh?" 

"I-I.."  I tried to speak, but failed.

"You can't even speak properly for god's sake!!!  Stop being an a*s and get the f%*k out of Scott's life!!  You're ruining him, he'll be so much better without you!!"

She rolled her eyes and continued.

"And, have you ever heard of a little thing called make-up??  Light foundation aren't gonna cover up the mess on your stupid face!  Grow up, will you??"  

"Why did I hear yelling? Is everything okay?"  Scott came out of the room and asked.

"Yeah, just a cockroach.  An ugly one."  She faked up a smile, and gave me a look.

"Scott, I'm not feeling well...I think I'm gonna go home. "  I looked down, hiding the fact that I'm about to cry.

"What's wrong?"  Scott asked in concern.

"I guess I'm just kinda grossed out by that cockroach....I'll be fine, I'll walk home."  

I stood up and left.

Arriving home, I ran to my bedroom and looked at the mirror.

Scott deserves a much beautiful girl....not someone like me...

I glanced over and saw some cosmetics near the mirror.  Kirstie left them there when she gave me a make over.

So I decided to put some blue, some yellow, some red...all the colors on my face.

*An hour later*

"Ingrid, I'm home early, are you--"  Scott stopped talking when I walked out of my bedroom.

Then he burst into laughter, so much that tears fell out from his eyes.

I look hideous, do I? 

"Your face, Ingrid, what are you doing?"  He decided to stopped laughing, when he noticed I looked serious.

"Trying to fix my face, that's all."  I looked down.

"What are you talking about...?"  Scott walked over and lifted up my chin.

"I'm not a good looking person Scott....you shouldn't love me.."  I mumbled.

He widened his eyes, looking at me sincerely.

"Don't say that, ever.  You're the most beautiful person on Earth, and I'm not just attract to you just because of your beauty, it's also because.. "  He pulled out a finger and poked on my left side of the chest.

"My breast..?"  I joked and smirked.

"No, I meant your heart."  He chuckled.

"But yeah, your breasts also.  And your legs, your arms, your fingers, your hip, your waist-"  

He took me by my waist and pulled me in closer.  Carefully tucked a piece of my hair underneath my ear, he kept talking.

"Your hair, your eyes, your nose, your ear.  And god your lips, I crave them every second."  He tightened his arms and kissed me hungrily.

I threw my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

After a few minutes, I slowly pulled away.

"I love you so much."  I spoke.

"Said the clown."  He teased, and chuckled.

"I'm so gonna put make-up on your face."  I gave him a wicked smile.

"Oh, no you're not."  

He then got off and ran.

I really do love him.