Tuesday, November 18th
Brenda's POV
Today, I decided to dress in just a pair of jeans, my uggs, a toboggan, a black T-shirt and a coat with a scarf. I put my hair in a bun on the top of my head, along with chap stick and mascara. Sam asked me if I wanted to ride with him to school this morning, and he had that old dopey grin on his face like he used to. On the way to the school, my song 'In The Middle Of Starting Over' came on the radio, and instead of turning it off like I thought he was, he turned it up and started singing along. I laughed. Once it was over, he turned the radio down and asked,
"So, how long are you staying?"
"Until after New Years, I hope. Matthew, my manager, told me that I had a break since I've been working so hard on my albums and interviews and all that." I answered. He nodded.
"Cool...You know, Stevie punched this kid at school after he insulted you and your songs." Sam said, chuckling slightly.
"Are you serious?" I asked surprised.
"Yep! Little shit gave him a black eye. Remind me to not get on his bad side."
"Definitely. Have you been giving him lessons or something? I remember how you can give some pretty good black eyes."I said, looking at him pointedly. He laughed, and I couldn't help but laugh with him.
"Nah, mom said I couldn't do that until he's 16." He said seriously.
"Wait really?" He snorted but nodded too.
"Haha yeah, if he still wants lessons anyway." He answered as we got out and started walking towards the entrance to the school." I mean, who doesn't want muscles like they're brother?" He joked, flexing, even though you couldn't see anything because of his jacket. I snorted this time. I glanced to my right, and saw a paparazzi taking pictures.
"Shit, we need to hurry up and get in the school." I said hurriedly.
"Why?"
"Paparazzi." I said and we both started walking faster until we made it through the door." I knew they'd show up at some point." I said annoyed.
"Well, you're famous. What do you expect? And I'm pretty sure every straight man in this world wants at least one picture of you." I smiled at him. I saw Mercedes and Chord walking down the hall and I nudged Sam, pointing at them. We jogged towards them, and caught up with them before they walked in the choir room. We sat down and Sam stood in front of everyone as Mr. Schue came in from his office. Sam hopped on top of the piano and tucked some hair, which had fallen out of it's pony tail, behind his ear.
"Alright, I'm going to call your name, and when I do, stand next to Mr. Schue." Sam started." Chord, Mercedes, Puck, Rachel, Santana, Finn, Brittany, Quinn, Kurt, Blaine, Mike, Brenda, and me!" He said and laughed to himself, standing next to me. I shook my head at him.
"Okay, those of you who just got your names called, are mentors for these kids. Unique, your with Mercedes. Jake, your with your brother. Marcus, your with Mike, Spencer, your with Sam, Kitty, you're with Quinn, Lillian, you're with Santana, Marley, you're with Rachel, Sabrina, you're with Brenda, Luke, you're with Chord, Mason, you're with Finn, Rodrick, you're with Brittany, Madison, you're with Blaine,and Hunter, you're with Kurt. Go to your mentors." Sabrina quickly raised her hand though.
"Mr. Schue, my other brother is coming by here today, because he wanted to see what we did in here. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, of course. Alright guys, you can go where ever you want, the food court, auditorium, or even stay here." I smiled as I walked over to Sabrina. Her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head.
"Hey, do you want to go to the auditorium?" I asked. She nodded. On our way to the auditorium, she said,
"I can't believe I get to be mentored by you! I'm a huge fan of yours. My audition song was 'A Moment Like This'."
"I know. Kitty sent me a video. You have a great voice."
"Thank you. Oh, there's my brother. Anthony!" She called, and a tall, but not as tall as Finn, Sam or Chord, blond haired, green eyed man walked towards us. He smiled when he saw me.
"Hey sis. It's nice to meet you Brenda, I'm a big fan as well."
"You too. Alright, lets get to the auditorium before everyone else decides to go there." I said. We finally reached the auditorium and only Sam and Spencer were in there.
"Okay so, I haven't really performed any concerts yet, all though I'm probably going on a tour within the next year, but all I know is that when your on stage, don't just try to impress certain people, have fun when you go on stage. Dance while you're singing, and make eye contact with your fans. Can you play instruments?" I asked. She nodded.
"Guitar and piano."
"Can you play something for me?" I asked, hopping up on top of the piano. She nodded and sat down. She started playing a song, and she was great. While she was still playing, I asked Anthony,
"So, how old are you?"
"I'm 24. And you're 19 right?" He asked. I nodded."I'm not to old for you then."
"Um, excuse me?"
"Sorry, I wanted to ask you the proper way. Will you go out with me?" He asked, getting closer to me. Sabrina had gone over to Sam and Spencer, but I still felt eyes on us.
"Um, I'm sorry, but I'm not looking for any one to date right now. I'm still in love with some one else-"He interrupted me by kissing me on the lips. I tried to push him away, but he was a lot stronger than me. I kicked at his privates and he let me go, holding his junk.
"You pervert! You don't go around kissing people you just met!" I yelled. He laughed and tried to do it again. I slapped him hard across the face as Sam pulled on his shoulder to get him away from me.
"Dude, no. Leave." He said angrily.
"Um, you don't tell me what to do."
"I work here, so leave. Or I'll take you myself." He said. Anthony shook his head and walked off.
"I'll see you later Sabrina." He called. Sam looked at me.
"Are you alright?"He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I kicked him in the nuts so yeah..."
"I'm sorry about him Brenda and Sam. He's an ass hole sometimes."
"You're telling me." I mumbled.
Sam's POV
Y'all have no idea how bad I wanted to beat his ass when I saw him kissing her, and wouldn't let her go. I know I shouldn't be jealous, but I still love her.
I don’t like the way he’s looking at you
I’m starting to think you want him too
Am I crazy, have I lost ya?
Even though I know you love me, can’t help it
I turn my chin music up
And I’m puffing my chest
I’m getting red in the face
You can call me obsessed
It’s not your fault that they hover
I mean no disrespect
It’s my right to be hellish
I still get jealous
'Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That’s why (that’s why)
I still get jealous
'Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That’s why (that’s why)
I still get jealous
I wish you didn’t have to post it all
I wish you’d save a little bit just for me
Protective or possessive, yeah
Call it passive or aggressive
I turn my chin music up
And I’m puffing my chest
I’m getting red in the face
You can call me obsessed
It’s not your fault that they hover
I mean no disrespect
It’s my right to be hellish
I still get jealous
'Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That’s why (that’s why)
I still get jealous
'Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That’s why (that’s why)
I still get jealous
You’re the only one invited
I said there’s no one else for you
'Cause you know I get excited, yeah
When you get jealous too
I turn my chin music up
And I’m puffing my chest
I’m turning red in the face
You can call me obsessed
It’s not your fault that they hover
I mean no disrespect
It’s my right to be hellish
I still get jealous
'Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That’s why (that’s why)
I still get jealous
'Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That’s why (that’s why)
I still get jealous
Oh (that’s why)
I still get jealous
Oh (that’s why)
I still get jealous