The next day was a very rainy day.
And when I mean rainy, I mean Niagra Falls kind of rain. I didn't want to ride the bus today. I mean, who would want to wait at the bus stop at this time? You would have to be as insane as a peron in an asylum. I took my Chevy to school instead.
This was going to be one hell of a day.
***
It was a Friday today, which meant that there were still club meetings today. I sighed deeply. I did not want to deal with people like them today. But what can I do? If I skip one meeting, I'll risk failing. Why? Because I don't attend practices very often.
I quickly took my seat next to Hayley. She seemed quite in a good mood.
"You're in a good mood," I noted. She gave me a smug smile.
"Of course," she replied. "It's the last club meeting." My spirit lightened a bit. This was the last? This was it? After this, I may never see them again? Hallelujah!
"That's a relief," I said to Hayley. "I thought Gossip Glee was never going to end."
"Okay listen up, people!" Miss Morgan said. "Today we're doing a Spin the Bottle with a twist. Instead of having to kiss someone, you'll have to sing any song of your choice. Do you all understand?"
I nodded along with everyone else. Great, just what I need, a possibility to sing in front of the entire club. Tell my again why I signed up here?
Miss Morgan spun the bottle and it landed onto a few freshmen bitches. It then followed Jacob, and Hayley, then came John. Yes, John Patrick Anders, my ex-boyfriend, is in the Glee Club as well. He then started to clear his throat and sang It will Rain by Bruno Mars. I mentally laughed. Aww, did the poor bastard get dumped? Serves him right anyways. That was when all their eyes fell onto me. Wait, me? Why were they all looking at me? I looked at the bastard John and realized he was staring at me directly as he sung the song. Why the hell is he doing that? We both know what really happened. If this is his way of trying to play with me again, its definitely not working.
There'll be no sunlight
If I lose you baby
I felt the freshmen fangirls boring holes into me with their eyes, so I squirmed in embarrassment. Was he tryin to humiliate me? Why is he still staring at me? We are not having a staring contest! Go away!
He ended his song, and the whole club burst into applause, saying how it was so realistic and how awesome he nailed the song.
I rolled my eyes.
The bottle then spun again. I wasn't chosen yet, and the hour was almost over. Come on, Marcia, you can do this. Unfortunately, the bottle landed onto me. People looked at me curiously and I scowled. What song was I going to sing?
My eyes lit up at an idea. I pointed to the guitar in the corner. It was Killian's, and he used to practice here in the music room often. That boy always leaves his guitar here in case of emergencies.
"Give me that guitar," I said in a firm tone. Miss Morgan handed it to me, and whispered started spreading around the room. Oh, dear lord, what was she going to do? Yeah, what was I going to do? I strummed the strings to make sure they were in tune. A minor, E, D minor, G.
You can do this Marcia.
I started playing and singing Karmin's Acapella while looking at John straight in the eye. Well, two can play at that game, sweet cheeks.
Used to be your baby
Used to be your lady
Thought you were the perfect lover
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