Chapter33: Another sort of Catfish

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By the look that all of them were giving at me means that they know that I wasn't ok with this, Charlie was the one to ask, "You're ok, Jenna?"

Giving a nod that was stiff before noticing that I was fiddling with my fingers, something that I do whenever I'm lying.
When she raised an eyebrow towards me I sighed, knowing that I was busted, "Fine, I'm not fine. Just don't see why we need videos of me dancing. I'm not gonna forget it or something."

"It's more of overlooking the dance more than the case of forgetting it." David said which was supposed to make it all better, but it didn't.
He must have notice that it didn't, because he continued saying, "Think about the videos as watching the small mistakes that you've made in a game. Watching the videos over allows you to polish those areas of mistakes."

I understood what he was trying to say as a soccer player, but what I don't understand at all is the fact that he couldn't just tell me about these 'errors' in solo like yesterday.
And when I heard that there's 'videos' and not 'video', I started getting more irritated with David right now.

Looking between me and David, Ryan moved away from his friend while saying under his breath, "Oh, your ass is dead."

"What errors in my solo that I can polish?" I asked in a nice, firm tone while wishing very hard that there were no videos in the first place. I'm chilled with taking videos, I have no real problem with it.
I just prefer that I had knowledge about them and the point behind them. That's a big 'hell no' in my books, don't take any videos of me without my permission.

David shook his head before saying, "There isn't any, you've already change most of the errors that I thought would be better in other ways, so it's all cool now."

"But it's not cool." I stated, burning holes into his head so that the coin can drop inside of his mind. This day has been so great so far and it's about to be ruin if he doesn't delete this video. "You took a video of my solo without my permission and when I asked that if there was anything that I should change, you said that there wasn't any. Only for me to find out that you have not just one video of my solo, but more."

David shrugged his shoulders, taking a moment to overthink what I've said before saying, "It's not a big deal, Ariel. They're just videos, nothing to get freaked out about."

"I'm not getting freaked out about anything." I said annoyedly, although a part of me was agreeing with David. And that just adds to the annoyance, because somehow he knew that he was telling the truth.

Breathing sharply through my nose before saying, "It's just unexpected and I have a bad feeling about there being videos of my chorography which I will be performing on Saturday and something might go wrong."

Maybe I was going overboard with this, maybe it's just nerves trying to get the best of me before having the real ones running under and over my skin on the day. But no matter how many times I tried shaking off that bad feeling that something might go wrong, my gut just wrap itself tighter and faster around that sensation.
Not wanting to let go, despite how many times I convince it that everything's alright, it won't break its hold.

"So, you're having a gut feeling that something's gonna go wrong?" David said, trying to understand what I've said which was pretty much straight forward.
I'm pretty sure that I sound crazy, but whenever my gut talks to me, I listen to it. "Are you sure that you're not hungry maybe?" Serious dude?

I know that David was trying to lighten the mood, but that was a crappy way of making things better. Pulling my hoodie over before putting my water bottle back into my back when Charlie gave her twin brother a back clap behind his head, "David, this is Jenna's dream. If she has a bad feeling about having videos of the solo, then just delete it."

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