Why does this have to happen to me?! Chapter 18

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Hi! I am so sorry I didn't get to upload in the longest time. I couldn't what with investigative research, final examinations, clearance, craft sale, audition for glee which, I am afraid and maybe a little grateful, turned out to be later than I thought so I couldn't audition. Did you like the chapter before? The 17th? I'm just asking cuz I didn't get back to the What's hot when I posted it which was unusual because when I upload it usually goes back... Please tell me if you liked it or not :) So here's the next chapter. I hope you like this. Please comment, vote, fan! :)

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Mr. Simon glances at her. "Now, Rosalind, there will be no undermining her confidence. Celene is a wonderful singer." He beams at me. I manage to give a half-hearted smile but inside, I'm screaming, "Get me out of here!"

"Um, sorry to break the mood, whatever that is, but I gotta go home at six if I want Jen to leave me some cake. It has this really delicious dark chocolate icing--"

"No one cares about your stupid cake, Keith." Rosalind cuts him off.

"Easy for you to say. You act as if you've never tasted anything sweet. Go on, Keith." I turn to him.

"Well, the cake is sponge and it is really soft. It is like melt in your mouth soft--"

"Can we get on with the audition? This is getting boring." She puts her hands on her waist. "Here, I'll go first." She walks to the stage sassily. "I will be singing Bootylicious."

What a show-off! She's flipping her hair around and walking as if she owns the place. I mean, before, she did but her dad gave it to the school. Oh, wait. She's done.

"That was great! You're in!" Mr. Simon says enthusiastically.

"WHAT?! WHY?!" Oops. That wasn't supposed to come out.

"What did you say?" Rosalind narrows her eyes at me.

"I meant, 'What? Why are you so talented?'"

"That's just one of my many talents." She flips her blonde hair and turns around. I mimik gagging  and Keith and Mr. Simone laugh. Rosalind glares at me and I smile sweetly at her. Once she turns her back to me, I mimik stabbing her in the back. The boys snicker.

Keith tries to mask it by clearing his throat. "I guess I'm next. I still can't believe I let her talk me into this. Guys should try out for sports, not glee." He mutters.

"Why not? You'll be a legend. You'll be the one who started it all." Mr. Simon makes a sweeping gesture.

"I never really thought about it like that. Thanks!" grins and runs up the stairs. I almost feel sorry for him. I remember how he is to me. I now think him a sucker.

"I'm gonna sing 'Do you know' by Enrique Inglesias." Hehe. He is gonna sing the pingpong song. Cool.

Okay, whoa. I never knew Keith could sing. Well, I mean. Maybe it's because he's actually trying. Wait, does he know that those who get in glee automatically pass music? Or is that because they are good in music? If it's like that, then Keith will be the first one to fail. I absolutely have no trust in Rosalind's teaching skills. Partly because I hate her and the other because I heard a rumor involving  a girl she was tutoring running away with red, stinging hand marks on her face.

My tactic is better. I scream sometimes but at least I don't hurt the person. On second thoughts, I do hurt them sometimes but only their eardrums. I do tend to shriek.

"If you can sing like that, why are you failing music? Nevermind. You're in!" Mr. Simon says, shaking his head. "Celene, you next."

I gulp and take a tentative step. Then I take two back. The next thing I know, I'm pushing the doors open and sprinting until I see what I'm looking for. I gulp down air and I realize it's not just because I ran like my life depended on it which it kind of did. I lean on the old wall and glance about me, wiping my tears.

I don't know why I ran here. I guess it's something about being secluded; alone. Just like I am now.

"Hey, you okay?" Keith sits down beside me. So much for being alone. I nod and look away, covering my face. He grabs a hold of my wrists and pulls them away. "It's okay. You'll do fine. I promise you it gets fun once you get your mind off of it."

"I'm fine." I lie since I can't tell him the real reason I'm crying is because I remember what he did to me.

"I'll leave so you can collect yourself." I give a half-hearted smile and he stands up, brushing his pants free of leaves and bringing my attention to his perfectly contoured butt.

As he walks away, I can't tear my gaze fromhis behind. Wait, what the heck am I doing? I shake my head and take my phone out. I dial a number and wait for him to pick up.

"Can you please come to the auditorium? I can't do this alone, Cain."

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"So what happened anyway?" Cain asks me as we walk. Wow, I never knew I ran so far.

"I had a performance and I kinda choked. It was a mess. I forgot the next line, my voice was off-key and I tripped and fell flat on my face. Keith was the only one there I knew and he laughed at me with the rest of the audience." I close my eyes, remembering the flashing lights and--I shudder.

"That won't happen. Just think you'll get it and you will." He smiles at me and I grin back sheepishly and gratefully.

"Thanks and sorry to drag you all the way here."

"I agreed, remember?" He pushes open the doors but I pull him back.

I kiss his cheek. "Saturday. Pick me up at 8." I whisper to a stunned Cain's ear then I stroll in and up the stage as if nothing happened.

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Who do you like more: Keith, Brian or Cain? I just want to know :) I already have the whole story in my head. All I need to do is actually write it :D Anyway, I hope you like this! Please comment, vote, fan! >_<

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