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16/Born This Way
"Alright guys, Nationals are just a few weeks away, and it's time to bear down." Will said as he looked at the group in front of him who were standing on the stage, wondering why Will told them to wear comfy clothes. "Okay, so your singing at Regionals was amazing, but your dancing..." He trailed offeyes shot to her brother. He was the only one out of the group that Paris thought couldn't dance. "It's booty camp time." He said with a big smile as Paris groaned.
"Booty!" Artie shouted as Paris was glad she was in the back row beside Sam so she could steer clear of her brother . "So let's get it going. Five, six, seven, eight." He said as the man started to play the piano and everyone started to dance. "Push yourselves guys, Vocal Adrenaline takes no prisoners." He said as a loud noise echoed throughout the auditorium.
Paris watched as Finn's arm hit Rachel's nose and Paris covered her mouth in shock as she watched her fall to the floor. "Oh! I'm so sorry." Finn said as he kneeled down and Will walked closer to Rachel, who was still on the ground. "Are you okay?" He asked as he kneeled down too.
"I'm bleeding." She said as she grabbed her nose and Will helped her up, "Let's get you to the doctor." He said as he looked at the rest of the group. "Uh, everyone take a fifteen minute break." He said as he and Finn helped Rachel out the doors and Paris grabbed her water bottle. She hadn't done much work but she was already worn out.
She turned towards Sam to talk to him but he wouldn't look at her, and she frowned. Ever since he left her house last weekend, he had been acting strange. He wouldn't talk, or even look, at Paris and she hated it.
She watched him leave the auditorium and she followed him with determination. When she walked out the doors, she saw him leaning against the wall, doing nothing and she frowned and walked towards him. "Hey." She said with a smile as he looked at her and looked right back down at the floor and Paris groaned.
"Seriously Sam? What did I do wrong this time?" She asked as she watched Sam roll his eyes and look back at up her, "Why do you always assume everything is about you?" He asked with a hard glare and Paris frowned, she didn't know he felt that way.
"Well is it about me?" She asked but he didn't reply and she groaned as she tried to think of what pissed him off so much. A small smile reached her lips as she remembered him coming to her house and leaving in such a bad mood and she stepped towards him, her smile widening,
"Oh my gosh." She said as Sam looked up at her confused, "You are jealous." She said with a playful smile and he scoffed. "Oh, yeah? And what would I be jealous of? That guy you had over? I have a girlfriend Paris, I'm not jealous." He said as he stood up straight and looked at the girl who was still smirking at her.
