So... This idea came to my head after being inspired by the novel with the same name. I also wanted to try out both a Santana and Brittany POV in this fic so here is it! :) Please tell me what you think, I always appreciate every single review :) Oh and I won't be stopping Ocean Deep Cupid High, that fic goes on as usual!
Monday, July 8th.
Santana's POV
117 pounds, Miss Lopez!"
I looked down at the digits on the weighing scale I was standing on and sure enough, it displayed '117 lbs'.
"What did I say about crossing the 115 pounds weight limit? A deduction in your dance credit!"
Miss Shelby aka Shel-Bitchy was just standing behind me and yelling, her sharp voice reverberating around the room. I sneaked a glance at the other girls lined up at my left and just as expected, the usual four girls were snickering. Those bitches. At least the other two girls lined behind them, who were, at the same time, my friends, did not react like they did. I got down from the weighing scale, and rolled my eyes as I passed by the four of them, then lining up behind Rachel. Her hands made contact with mine and she squeezed it encouragingly.
I wasn't humiliated. I was angry. My weight was actually perfect for a ballet dancer. I hardly had any body fat on me, and I even had minimal abs to die for. However, this ballet company expected all of us to weigh like those models in the industry. Ugh, bullshit.
This kind of weighing activity happens every Monday whenever we come back to the company after the weekend break. Normally, the seven of us senior dancers would pass the weight limit, but I guess I was slightly unlucky this week.
"Alright girls, give me a moment. I'll only dismiss all of you for your lunch break once I'm back." Shel-Bitchy announced as she made her way out of the dance studio.
The seven of us broke off into our usual cliques. Three of us – Rachel, Cece, and I at one end of the studio ; four of them – Quinn, Elaine, and the twins Sugar and Kenzie at the other end. I watched as they huddled closely together, speaking in hushed voices as they constantly shot glances at our side. I bet it was about me.
"Are you ok Santana?" Rachel asked, furrowing her brows, giving a concerned look.
"I'm ok Berry. I'm still hanging on like a tough bitch." I patted her legs which donned the pink nylon ballet tights and gave a reassuring smile.
"Theez eez reedeeculous Suntahnah, your body eez ahmaziing yet you get blamed for being slim." Cece piped up, her French accent so fluent as usual. The other dancers often found the brunette French girl annoying with her constant foreign blabbering, but Cece was actually a sweetheart.
"Have you girls ever wondered how our lives would be if we simply went to college after high school 2 years ago instead of being here?" Rachel asked.
"Yezzz, I've always wanted to studee modeling in korlegge and becumm a Victoreeah Secret model!"
I looked at Cece and with her long legs, piercing blue eyes, and a jawline that was incredibly defined by the way all her light brown hair was pulled back into a ballet bun, she could easily be a model.
"For me, I always dreamed of going to NYADA after high school, then end up in the building opposite us eventually." Rachel said, pointing back to the transparent glass wall we were leaning on. I turned to look and saw the dazzling building with vibrant colors. Broadway.
"But some of us are going to end up there at the end of the year anyway." I replied, my eyes not leaving the view of the city beneath me.
"But I want to be there as a lead singer on a Broadway musical, not some background dancer."
Turns out, all of us had different aspirations and needless to say, I had mine too.
"How about you Santana?" Rachel asked.
"Well I-"
"Ok girls, you may go for your lunch break. Be back in 30!" Shel-Bitchy returned to the dance studio and announced.
"Oh thank goodness, we should totally get some diet coke!" Quinn remarked quite loudly, and sarcastically, as if making an attempt to show how 'ballet-healthy' she was.
"Don't forget to cut down on the carbs!" Elaine, Quinn's 'twin' said.
I watched as the real twins, Sugar and Kenzie Motta high-fived each other and the four them linked arms, strutting out of the dance studio. They reminded me of Mean Girls, except that they were all hella dumb.
"The four of them makes my breasts ache with rage." I muttered quite irritably, as I rolled up my ballet tights and put on my NYBC hoodie and short pants.
"Let them be" Rachel replied. "They think they're all that but they're just plain immature anyway."
As the three of us were about to leave, I felt a tap on my shoulder from behind. I turned around to face Shel-Bitchy, her face grimy as usual.
"Excuse me Miss Lopez, you can't just go like that."
Rachel whispered into my ear that she and Cece would meet me at the cafeteria so now it was just me and that Miss Shelby alone.
"I need you to forego your lunch break and stay here perfecting your grande jetes instead."
My brows creased in disapproval. "Oh hells no, bitch. Lady Snix here wants her lunch break onz and she is gunna get it." I was consumed with anger and simply turned away from her, storming my way out of the dance studio. I could hear her yelling something about a deduction in my dance credit again, but I ignored her. I was not to be punished that easily. However, instead of going to the cafeteria, I found myself making my way to somewhere which was totally against the rules during the working hours. Out of the NYBC building. This brought a lot of attention and tight-lipped disapproval from the rookie dancers who saw me but I just pushed open the door to the city life outside. This was going to be so much fun.
I kept walking along the streets aimlessly until I found myself standing in front of a building with a blue flashing neon light that read 'BritznM Pub.' Hm, a pub. Interesting. I pushed open the door and entered the dimly-lit building. It was not too crowded, considering that it was only 1pm, so I easily found myself a seat at the bar counter. I did not order anything yet. Instead, I looked around and found some customers staring at me ; some in a pervetic leering way and some that stared while giving a confused expression. Well, okay. Was I not welcome here or anything? My eyes returned back to the bar counter, then finding myself staring into the blue eyes of a blonde-haired woman. I averted my eyes away when I saw that she was about to speak.
"Can I see your ID, miss?" She spoke, her voice so soothing yet pissing me off because of the fact that she was actually questioning my age.
"Ok listen up Blondie, I am 21, and when I sit here, it means that I wants my alcohol onz. Geddit?" I snapped at her.
"Wow calm down bunhead, I just thought that you were one of those rookies at the NYBC who decided to show off to her friends that she broke the rules of the company and drink here." She replied surprisingly keeping her tone calm despite the fact that I had just talked to her so harshly.
"Still waiting for my alcohol." I said briefly, tapping my fingers furiously on the bar counter.
"But I don't even know what you want yet, miss feisty bunhead." The blonde replied with a smirk at the end. Ugh, she was so annoying and actually trying to make an attempt to tease me with that smirk.
"You manage the bar, you make the drinks you think I should have." I replied nonchantly.
"Fine. I'll make you a cranberry vodka but don't come in and sue me once you get kicked out of the NYBC for drinking." She said, as she started mixing the drink.
How the hell did she know so much about my ballet company I was training in?
She was back in front of me in seconds, placing the reddish drink on the counter. "Here ya goooooo." She hummed, then proceeding to mix other drinks for her other customers.
I took a sip out of my drink but it tasted completely sweet. There was no traces of vodka at all. She did not just serve me cranberry juice. I was about to start ranting to her but her glance met mine at the same time.
"How is it?" She asked from a distance.
I was about to slap this bitch. The nerve of her!
"How is it?" I retorted, slamming my fists onto the bar counter, attracting the attention of some customers around me. "This isn't alcohol, that's IT." I yelled once again, as I got up to leave. I could not stand this any longer.
"That'll be 4 dollars, miss bunhead." She called as I walked out.
Screw that, she pissed me off and I wasn't going to pay for that. I especially hated the nickname she kept giving me.
Brittany's POV
Well, that escalated quick. Marissa, my best friend and co-worker at the bar came up to me after serving some customers.
"Damn Britt, how did you manage to stay so calm when that woman was practically yelling at you?"
I shook my head and stifled a giggle. "Oh Ris, I was a dancer from that dance company, remember? I understand what they are going through."
"Tough luck then." Marissa commented, patting my shoulders before going off to make drinks for herself.
Still, I had to admit that woman was gorgeous. When she walked in with her ballet tights and raven black hair that was secured in a ballet bun, I could not stop staring. And when I saw her up close as she sat at the bar counter, I observed that she had olive tanned skin and it gave me the impression that she was a latina. Her brown eyes too, were just, beautiful. Everything about her was just so perfect.
I was curious about her and what made her so pissed all the time and I was certain that she would come back, since she still had a drink to pay for. My thoughts were interrupted when the door of the pub opened. Ha, I bet it was her feeling so guilty conscious and coming in to pay. However, I was slightly disappointed to see that it was Tina.
"Hey Tina!" I waved, motioning for the asian girl to come over.
"Hey Britt, it's your turn to see my brother now. I'll help you tend the bar for now."
"Okay, thanks!" I hugged Tina and waved to Marissa before heading out of the bar.
"Hey babe." I kissed the temples of the guy lying on the hospital bed. "When will you ever wake up, my silly boy?" That was Mike, my boyfriend whom had been in a coma for two years now ever since the accident.
Hope you like it after this chapter and of course, more will be explained in the consequent ones. :)