Chapter 2

"Alright everybody, take ten."

Anna hated this. After the third hour of dance rehearsal, she was having doubts about doing the movie. After the seventh hour, she was positive she shouldn't have done the movie.

Though she had taken lessons when she was younger, she wouldn't describe herself as a dancer. She liked to think of herself more as a couch potato.

She turned around to grab her water bottle from her backpack. That's right. Backpack. They had said to bring a bag, but Anna saw herself as more of a 'backpack girl'. More room for snacks.

"I forgot how much I loved dancing!" she didn't even need to look to know the source of the nuisance.

"I forgot how long it's been since I've eaten vegetables." Anna snorted. The blonde was driving her mad with all of her "I used to dance competitively!" and "This is such great exercise!"

Didn't she understand that for some of them, this wasn't an ideal way to spend the day?

Brittany giggled. "Oh come on, Anna. You've got to be at least a little pumped to get the dance together."

Anna resisted the urge to roll her eyes. It wasn't that she hated the blonde. She was nice and all but . . .

She was irritating. Overenthusiastic. And one of the most typical girls she'd ever met. She was the kind of girl Anna made fun of all the time. The artsy-fartsy hipster blonde with her Starbucks, Urban Outfitters and attempts to paint. She was the kind of girl that believed in Prince Charming and happy endings. Love for everything and everyone.

Brittany Snow was bogus. Complete and utter cliché bogus. And yet Anna didn't have it in her to hate her. Even strongly dislike was pushing it. She was too innocent to hate. Also too stupid, it seemed.

"Can't say I am." Anna shrugged. She loved acting and singing. But dancing? Not so much.

Brittany rolled her eyes. "Party pooper."

"I'm not a party pooper. Girls don't poop."

Brittany laughed. Anna was starting to find that she was one of those people who found everything funny. And even things she didn't, the girl would still laugh. "Okay. Whatever."

By the end of the rehearsal, Anna was ready to die. Her feet were sore, and she was fairly certain she'd pulled every muscle in her body. Which was why she was so disgusted to hear "We should all go out for drinks."

"We could do that." the other Anna agreed.

"I'm in." Rebel declared. She heard murmurs of agreement from the rest of the girls.

What the hell was going on?

Brittany turned to look at Anna. "You in?"

"Uh, you know what? Not today."

"Why not?" Brittany whined.

Anna shrugged. "I'm tired."

"Oh come on Anna! Just for a little bit!" the blonde pleaded.

"Thanks, but I'd rather receive oral sex from a shark." Not at all to her surprise, Brittany seemed taken aback. Anna could just see the wheels in her brain turning: Did she just say oral sex? We've only known each other for a day. And what a rude thing to say! O-M-G that rhymed!

"Kay, sorry. I was just kidding. But I'm really tired, and would just rather sleep for the next decade or so, if that's okay with you."

Brittany smirked, grabbing her hand. "Okay, but that's not okay with me. We are taking you out whether you like it or not!" What the fuck was this, the Hills?

"Fine." she muttered. Who knows, maybe alcohol is a muscle lubricant.

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As it turns out, alcohol was a muscle lubricant. If you drank enough of it.

After three shots of vodka, she still hadn't gotten up. She wasn't much of a "clubber" and certainly didn't plan on doing dancing of any kind.

Brittany, however, was very obviously a clubber, and had been tearing up the dance floor since they got there.

The blonde turned around and met Anna's eye, grinning goofily.

When Brittany made her way over to where she was sitting, Anna smiled. "Hey tiny dancer."

Brittany brought a hand up to her forehead to bat away the sweat currently dripping down her face.

Brittany furrowed her eyebrows. "Why are you just sitting over here?" She was carrying a glass with some sort of pink liquid in it, and looked to be in much worse shape than Anna.

"I like booze." she replied simply. The closer to the bar, the better.

"Well, are you at least having fun?"

"Tons." Anna retorted.

"And to think, you weren't even gonna come." she slurred. The younger girl looked like she was about to fall over, and it was making Anna nervous.

"Hey, it's getting pretty late . . ." she started awkwardly. "Is someone driving you back to your hotel?"

"Kelley was going to, but I think she's got other plans, if you know what I mean." the blonde winked. Anna had a strong suspicion that her "other plans" involved waking up in someone else's bed.

Anna sighed. Even though she herself was a little intoxicated, she couldn't let the blonde drive herself home, and she didn't trust her to call a cab.

And besides, Anna wasn't that drunk. She could still drive a car.

"I can drive you back to your hotel." she offered.

Brittany nodded. "Really? That would be so awesome." Before she could even finished her sentence, Brittany broke out laughing. Over absolutely nothing. Anna wondered if she had any duct tape in her car.

"If you don't stop laughing, I'm going to kill you."

The girl looked over at her, feigning an apologetic frown, then started giggling again. Jesus Christ.