If You're Hurt They Bleed

I Didn't Plan It

I slammed my lunch tray on the table, Molly following suit. My gaze purposely landed somewhere, anywhere, other than Grayson's face, and when Olive sat down I pretended not to notice.

"Hey, Moll, what are we doing at rehearsal today?" I asked, not looking up from my plate.

"Bad Idea through I Didn't Plan It." She responded.

I could feel Olive and Grayson's glares beating down on me, but I still kept up the optic nerve blocking.

"Okay. Choreo or just singing?"

"I think choreo too." Yikes. Molly was going to have to get real close and personal with Grayson today, then.

"Hey, Olive's joining the cast, too." Grayson tried to enter our conversation. It didn't work.

"I heard Olive is in the ensemble." Molly stated, completely ignoring Grayson's previous statement. He slumped back in his chair, defeated. Olive tried to start a conversation with him, but it was quickly derailed.

Lunch ended, but Grayson shot us a look saying; this isn't over as we left the table.

"See you at rehearsal!" I turned down the hallway.

"Bye!" Molly called, heading in the opposite direction.

Later, at theatre...
Molly and I walked into the theater, quickly getting ready to start warmups. She handed me a Gin-Gin and I took it happily, doing riffs and slides to warm up my voice.

"Okay, what the hell?" Grayson stormed up to us. "Now you're not even talking to me?"

"Do you hear something?" I turned to Molly, who shrugged.

"No. I'm going to talk, and you're going to listen." Grayson tried to stand his ground. I looked him in the eye.

"We aren't going to do anything. That is, unless you want me to tell your girlfriend that you kissed me. I can't imagine that would be fun for you, now would it?" I gave a wide, sinister smile and sauntered away.

"Maybe you should hear him out." Molly pestered.

"No. There is no excuse for what he did. I'm going to let him handle it himself." I sighed and went up onstage, where the dance captain was leading stretches. I saw Olive walk in as I was doing a bridge, and everyone stared at her.

"Hello, young lady," Mr. Robinski turned to her. She waved him away and kept texting. Everyone onstage gasped. That wasn't a good idea. You don't wave away the director. Ever.

Robinski, without batting an eye, swiped her phone. "You're late."

Olive looked at him, fury in her eyes. "I don't care. Give me my phone. Now."

I guess the diva isn't even a named character.

We all reluctantly turned back to warm ups at our dance captain's order, but as Olive ascended the steps, we all saw the angry look on her face.

When we finished stretching, Molly and Grayson took their places for Bad Idea. They both knew the choreography and words inside and out. Now, they needed chemistry. A single kiss that escalates to a full make-out session by the end of the song. As I watched Grayson twirl Molly into his arms, I felt Olive come up behind me.

"Isn't he great? I just love that he's mine. Only mine. Just keep that in mind, hon." I looked back at her smug face, holding back the urge to punch it. As she walked away, an idea formed in my mind.

I went onstage for I Didn't Plan It with Molly. When I started singing, I let all my feelings about this situation pour out along with it.

"I didn't plan it, but that's life! And I'm finally feeling alive. It's not right, but it's mine. And it's finally something to feel!"

I finished out the song, as Molly told me, with fire blazing in my eyes. Mr. Robinski ended practice, and I went straight to Olive.

"You want to say 'he's mine'? Your boyfriend kissed me yesterday. Still think you own him?" I watched he eyes harden.

"You're lying."

I shrugged. "Maybe."

I walked away, and saw her storm up to Grayson. He took one glance at me and looked away quickly, but the pain in his eyes hurt me. I quickly shook it off and grabbed my bag and the keys, turning to Molly.

"Hey, do you need a ride?"

A/N: Hey! So a couple of things about this chapter. First, the Gin-Gin comment: I fucking love those things. They're awesome if you're sick, or get seasickness, or just need a smooth singing voice. They're just amazing. Also, I don't have a Waitress script, unfortunately, so I can really only write about the songs. Last, there are a couple of theatre references in here, the most apparent being Be More Chill. Have fun finding them! See ya, lovelies💜