“So guys why don't we do something on Friday, maybe like a sleepover.” Toni asked.
“Whitney how about your place?” Beyonce asked.
“I have plans for Friday.” I said.
“Whyyyyyy!” Mariah whined.
“What do you mean why, I have plans.” I said.
“With Micheal?” Janet asked.
“Yeah”
“Why don't you postpone it for next week?” Toni asked.
“Why can't we just postpone the sleepover for next week.” I asked.
“Because B and I have plans, and Beyonce and J have plans for next week.” Toni said.
“And the week after that?” I asked.
“Wissam and I have plans and Mariah and Nick.” Janet said.
“So now you guys expect me to give up my date.” I said.
“How about we do the sleepover on Friday and we all can go on a date together.” Janet said.
“Janet, you just want everyone to do everything together, don't you want some alone time with Wissam?” I asked.
“Do you want so alone time with Michael?” she asked.
“Yes I would love some alone time with him” I said.
“Ooooo!”
“What?” I asked in confusion.
“Why do you want some alooonne time?” Janet asked.
“No no no, not that type of alone, you guys are so dirty minded, Eww.” I said.
“Then tell him about our plans” Janet said.
“You guys are so unfair, now I have to cancel my date.” I complained.
“Stop whining it's only this once.” Janet said.
“Okay fine, I'll tell him later.” I said.
“So Mariah, how are you and Nick doing?” I asked Mariah.
“We fine.” She said.
“I saw him earlier before this hole Ariana thing started.” I said.
“Yeah, he was here but then I told him to go cause I didn't want to involve him in our drama.” She said.
“Guys if you will excuse me I'm going to the bathroom.” I said dismissing myself from the table.
“Okay don't be long.” The girls said as I walked to the bathroom.
*walking to the bathroom*
Whatta fuck.....
Mariah's pov
The girls and I are chatting and Whitney took a long time in the bathroom. I decided to check on her but she came and sat down. Something was wrong with her, she looked like she saw a ghost.
The girls gave me a look saying *What's wrong with her?* I gave them a look saying *How am I supposed to know?*
“Hey Whitney you okay?” Toni asked her.
“Huh?” she said snapping out of her thoughts.
“Are you okay?” Toni repeated herself.
“Hmm...I'm okay.” She said obviously lying.
“Are you sure?” Janet asked.
“N---yes I'm good.” She said.
Whitney really started worrying me and the girls. Something is really wrong with her.
The bell rang for musical, my and the girls favorite lesson. We all are real good at musical, and we usually the once to get good grades at it. That's basically why we this popular. Everyone was excited, but Whitney who was walking next to me didn't seem excited at all.
*In musical class*
“Okay class so for your class assignment you are gonna sing with the juniors, you are gonna be a group of six, three ceniers and three juniors. Your marks are for learning them and there marks are for basically learning. You'll be performing in front of the hole school. We'll put you in your groups on Monday. So for now you guys can keep yourself busy.” The teacher explained.
“Yeeey more junior bullshit to deal with.” Janet said.
“Whitney did you tell Apple head about Friday's plans?” Janet asked.
“No but we can do it I'm sure he'll understand.” She said.
“So where we gonna keep it?” Janet asked.
“My place.” I volunteered.
“But we were there already, isn't your mom gonna get annoyed or some.” Toni asked.
“No of cause not, she loves you guys.” I said.
“Okay then Mariah's place it is.” Toni said.
“Hello ladies.” Nick and the guys came.
“Hey Whit, I missed you.” Micheal said. He went in to kiss Whitney on the cheek but she moved back.
Everyone looked like* Ohhh shit*
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“What's wrong?” He asked.
“I don't wanna talk to you.” She said, looking real mad.
“Why?” He asked looking confused but she ignored him.
This is so confusing. What's wrong with them?
“Can we talk outside?” He asked her.
She got up and walked first, Micheal tried to take her hand but she pulled it away.
