A/N Lol, didn't achieve my goal :( kk well whatever, because someone pointed out that infact it's true that if I didn't upload soon I wouldn't be uploading at all. So yea, here ya go :) This is dedicated to ErinBallantyne8 because she became my fan. I'm starting this thing where if you fan me, I'll dedicate a story to you :P SO yea, um, Molly fans are gonna hate me and Cam fans will love me. kk, Fan!!! Comment!!! Vote!!!!!!!
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Chapter 8
The next day we all assembled in front of the rehearsal building. A bus was taking us to "the great unkown", which was about an hour away from NYC so our director was slightly exaggerating...
Alot of dancers weren't looking forward to it, I could tell even though they were trying really, really hard to hide it, but their faces were so fake me and Molly had a blast trying to find the fakest ones.
We found Little Miss Fake very soon. Ashley came strutting out of the shadows (seriously, out of freaking nowhere. It's scary. She's now also acting like the demon she is) in a fur jacket, higher heels than I'd ever seen (stiletto's ofcourse), a short so short we could see her thong, and bright pink earmuffs. Go figure that it was a nice spring day with the casual cloud, but mostly sunshine of about 20 °C. She was wearing earmuffs. And fur. And earmuffs. Oh, and did I mention she wore fur?!?! With shorts. Just saying.
She looked so orange it was hard not to start laughing so hard our sombrero's fell off (figuratively speaking). Since it was hard, Molly and I failed. So we went into hysterics. It wasn't pretty and I'm not going in detail.
You know Jersey Shore GTL(Gym, Tan, Laundry?) and how they always end up too orange and it just makes you giggle? Yea, it was like that times about a hundred. Just imagine.
Her loyal posse immediatly went to greet her and started complementing her on her tan I lost it. I had to just go to the bathroom. When I came out though, I immediatly sobered up because of the two things I saw.
Molly was over by Ashley and she was also clinging to Ashley like her life depended on it. I guess laughing was all an act. Really though?!
"Ya, I slept with him. Omg, he was so good. He, like, enchanted me and stuff", Ashley said to Molly. Just imagine her nazely, bitchy voice. URGH. I was completely prepared for a good ass kicking from Molly, since she still is my best friend. Even though she was apperently friends with Ashley. We could all have different friends right? Even if it's Satan's mistress. Truly though, since she screwed HIM.
Intsead though, I got this. "Really? Ashley, I can't believe it, you're so lucky!!!" Molly managed to choke out between giggles. BITCH SAY WHAT?!?!?! I told her what Ashley did. More than I'd have liked. I practically sobbed on her shoulder. This isn't OK. NO. JUST NO. This couldn't get any worse.
As usual, life likes a challenge. HE came up to me. Really? REALLY?!?!
"Just keep walking, Grey." I turned away.
"Wha-what?! What's your problem?" He tried to get in front of my face, without succes.
"I just don't wanna talk to you. Sorry, I'm sure it has happened before." I managed to say as sarcastically as I managed, since I was still getting over the fact my best friend betrayed me.
"Um, no actually, it hasn't. Are you mentally challenged?" He questioned.
I did the worst thing I could ever manage. I blew up on him. THANKS BRAIN.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM? Of course I'm not. Was that the best you can come up with? Go die, I don't even wanna be here talking to you so screw off." I seethed.
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Teen FictionAnnabelle Lee wants to be a professional dancer. She has to be for her deceased mother. So when she auditions for the new concert tour of Nathaniel Grey with her best friend Molly, she knows this is her one shot. She is willing to do anything for it...
