Dirty Dancer

Chapter Eleven ~ That's right bitch. I know your secret ~

A/N Hiii, I'm super tired and I'm staying up for you guys... You're welcome. I just watched awkward. (the show) so imagine that in Sadee's voice. Or if you don't watch it, just a really completely nasty one. Anyway, this rant has been going on fo r a while, sooooo yea, COMMENT AND VOTE if you like it, if you don't or if you think school is completly lame.

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Chapter 11

After my massive fail of a head ache, we went back to the city. It felt different somehow. So much happened in a short time, and I think I still wasn't really processing it. I guess I needed time.

It felt as if a pink hase had lifted off of our troup. The trip had been different. We were a real team for a while. That was sorta the point I suppose. But I could feel during the busride back, things were about to change. Back? I couldn't know.

The bus ride back was awkward to say the least. I was sitting in full view of HIM, next to Cam, who was just randomly fiddling with a piece of my hair. Usually I think that's cute, but, er, no. He was trying to hard. Normally it just seemed normal...

Cam. I felt bad. I really did. I was doing something not okay. I realise that. I get it. Why did my guilt nag at me everytime I saw him? Was this my punishment? Can it please stop. Like legit, I'm over feeling guilty. It sucks!! Yea, I sound like a bitch right now. Sue me.

He just seemed so depressed lately. He would at me and I'd see his face falling, getting kinda sad, and then he'd look at Molly and he'd just seem crushed. Like his favorite uncle just died. I got depressed just looking at it. And guilty, because I knew, it was also partly my fault. Sigh. 

But why Molly? She was also kinda like that when she looked at him. And she still didn't approve of my plan. The more I thought of it, I don't even approve of my plan anymore. It didn't seem to working. 

About my plan, seriously, what is with HIM? During the busride, I know he saw us, and he just smirked. Like he knew something I didn't. Am I being paranoid? Probably, but you never know with this kid. Sure as hell, I'll be watching my back.

Add a killer head ache to all these thoughts, you got what I felt in my head on our way back. 

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Nate's P. O. V. 

Yea, that's right bitch. I know your secret. Whahahahaha. Do I sound evil? I feel like it. 

Now that I've got the information, what am I supposed to do about it? Like I want to use it, but I don't know how. Pffffff. Being famous doesn't even solve all my problems. What a scam. 

Well, whatever I'll do, in two days I get to spend some time with her. I'm not looking forward to it. I'm not!! 

I'm disagreeing with my self. I'm not even high. So yea, I'm kinda excited. Happy now self? And I'm talking to myself. Not going there.  I need distraction. I'll call A-something.

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Anna's P.O.V. 

The next day, solo practises started. Today, it was only me, and then tomorrow, it'd me me. And him. Us two. Together. Alone. Can someone spell D I S A S T E R? Rolls eyes. 

The director went extra hard on me. I think it's because I puked in his suitcase, at the lake. Or so I've been told. I don't really remember anything. But I'm fo shizzle paying the price. 

So God help me, if he asked me to start from the beginning one more time, I'd kill a bitch. Or two. 

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The day after, I arrived at 8 AM, like asked. Crazy freaking bastards. The world should forbid this hour to even exist. Like WTF do you do at 8? Except go to school and stuff? I graduated for a reason. Psht. 

No one was there yet, go figure. So I started some stretches. In the dark. Like really the light wasn't even on. So I sat on the stage and did some excercises. 

BAM. Spotlight on me. Wow, that shit is bright. I squinted to see who turned it on. 

"Hey!! Just turn on the real lights." I screamed rather loudly. 

"What's the magic word, cupcake?" HE!! He sounded so casual. 

"PLEASE. Turn on the light. And don't you dare call me cupcake. I'll, I'll, ..."

"You'll what? Frost me? I think I like the name cupcake. Sorry, cupcake."

"Urgh, just turn them on."

"If you put it like that..."

And then there was light. I was comparing him to God. This wasn't acceptable.

"Oh, I have bad news, cupcake, the director isn't gonna make it. So I'm supposed to teach you everything."

What?!?! No!! Urgh. Seriously karma?! What the fuck. Was I some mass murderer in a previous life, and is karma a fatass bitch that caught up too slow? It seemed like it. 

"Er, well, um okay..."

"So, I'm thinking we should ditch. I mean we should get to know eachother right? I'll tell our director, and he'll say it's a wonderfull idea. Or else he's fired." Smirk. UUUUUUUGHHHH.

Wow. Why don't you treat people like slaves? That's attractive. Not. Wellll it was. But just on him. And even on him it was a turn off. 

"Why don't you just cut off his hands. If you're gonna treat him like a slave, might as well go full out, right?"

"What?" He sounded indignant.

"You heard me. And actually, I'd rather rehearse. Or leave. But I don't think it's a good idea I spend too much time with you." 'Cause you'll end up dead, I added mentally. 

"Um, whatever. I had to give something to you by the way. It's your extra pay check. You know, since you're now the "A-dancer". " He even did the air quotes. The way I always do them when I talk about it. Weird. I opened the envelope he finally gave me. 

HOLY SHITBALSS. Being a dancer pays apperently. Like really well. Jesus freaking christ. 

"Are you sure this isn't some mistake? This is huge money."

"Nah, it's correct I checked, cupcake."

"Ok, well, if we were gonne ditch anyways, I'm gonna leave. This money just calls for it to be spend. I'm going shopping, bro. See ya later, alligator." Not only wouldn't I have to spend time with him, I'd also get to go shopping. Thank you faith!! Sorry, I misjudged you karma, you're awesome!!

"Actually, I'm gonna go with you. You know. Because I have to. Plus it'll annoy you, so..."

Are you joking. No. No!!!! N-O. No. Nee. Nada. Non. Fuck no. 

"Um, I don't think..."

"You don't get to think. I'm coming with you. That's that."

I was wrong Karma, you're even more fucked up then I thought. 

But then why was my heart fluttering? No. This isn't OK. Someone do something. I mean seriously, we're doing that again heart. Can you uplease listen to Brain for a second? 

Talking to my vital organs again isn't a good sign. Lord help me. 

I was walking out of the building towards 5th when I heard a honk. 

"Get in the car loser, we're going shopping."

I had to admit, quoting Mean Girls kinda melted me. Well played, Grey, well played.

So here I was. Going shopping. With the Devil himself. 

Am I mentally ill? Maybe. 

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