Act Eight: Shocker
Meaghan had ditched her to chill with Gavin up on stage, but Lacey managed to keep herself entertained for the time being, but quickly grew bored. Heaving a sigh, Lacey decided to meander around a bit more, in hopes of finding Tiffany or Caitlyn, seeing as she had a feeling that Meaghan wasn't going to detach herself from Gavin's side anytime soon. In the midst of the crowd, she caught sight of curly, sandy blonde hair, and a pair of neon coloured sneakers, and she smiled, tackling down the girl with a hug.
"Oww, geez, Lacey, I told you that you need to give me a five minute warning every time before instigating this!" the girl shrieked in between her laughs.
"Oh, I've missed you lots too, Katie!" she squealed enthusiastically.
Grimacing, Caitlyn managed to pull out of the death-grip of a hug Lacey had her in.
"So where's Tiff and Meaghan?" she asked. "I don't think I've seen them around yet."
"Meaghan's up there flirting with Gavin," she explained, jerking a thumb in their direction.
"Wow- now isn't that a shocker?" Caitlyn asked sarcastically.
"Indeed," she played along. "And, you know Tiff; she'll be late, as always."
Lacey looped her arm around Caitlyn's and dragged her off. "Now that you're here, we can get the party started!"
It wasn't before long did the sun slowly set and everyone made their way to the North Edge of the Camp, where the stage was already set, and the barbeque having already producing massive amounts of food. It was like the typical Welcome Jam as Caitlyn, Tiffany (having finally found her) and Lacey made their way to the front of the stage, hearing the buzz that had already started about what they were going to expect of the talent this year.
What wasn't all so typical was a rather frustrated-looking Brown as he made his way towards the girls.
"Hey Brown, what's up-" Tiffany managed to greet.
He paid no attention to her, and whispered a low, "Come with me," to Lacey, and pulled her off.
The other two girls looked confused, and Lacey gave them a quick "I-have-no-idea-what's-going-on-but-I-bet-I'm-in-deep-shit" look.
He pulled her over to the side, not looking terribly happy. He didn't say a word as he walked briskly through the crowd, as she silently struggled to keep up with his pace. They were by the edge of the woods where she caught sight of Shane Gray leaning against a tree, minus the usual smug smirk he constantly sported. Instead, he looked neutral as his eyes were fixated on a spot on the ground, kicking a rock off in the distance without much of a thought.
Shane only looked up when Lacey was standing in front of him, with Brown standing stiffly by her side. Lacey shot him a quick "what-the-fuck-is-going-on?" look, her guy wrenching and turning in anxiety, having a horrible feeling that it involved the breakfast fiasco.
He shrugged subtly, carelessly, and her brow quirked up.
Brown pointed at the both with narrowed, disappointed eyes.
"I'll deal with you two later," he glowered in a low, dark and frighteningly quiet tone.
Then he was gone, in the usual ball of energy he was always seen in.
She silently leaned against the towering oak tree next to Shane, her eyes on the stage.
"So what's going on?" she asked in a casual, but hesitant tone.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and kicked another rock on the ground.
"He found out," he replied simply.
"You mean, about-"
"Yep," he interjected, in his casual tone.
"How?" she asked, feeling a little flabbergasted.
Lacey knew it was going to happen, it was inevitable, but it slipped her mind so easily; she wasn't the type to think critically of consequences. The thought of the possible punishment made her slump against the tree, covering her face with her hands and let a groan escape her lips.
"It was pretty obvious it was us, we were the only two there that early capable of that mess," he rationalized in a bored voice. "And what's the worst that's going to happen? How bad can the punishment be?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" she exclaimed in exasperation. "The last time he was pissed off at me was when I punched a girl three years ago, and he made me do food prep all summer!"
Shane let out a huff of laughter and he shook his head in disappointment.
"What?" she asked, clearly not catching on. "Am I not the "bad girl" you expected me to be? You disappointed that it was a good girl who called you out for who you were and covered you in a number of sticky substances?"
He couldn't stop laughing, holding a hand out, gesturing for her to wait, and he shook his head in response.
"Oh, you scream good girl, no matter how much of a bitch you are," he finally managed to say. "It's just so fucking hilarious the way you freak when you realize you did something bad girls do. Or, rather, when you get in deep shit for it!"
"This coming from a guy in a boy band?" she scoffed, still feeling partially miserable. "Doesn't count for much does it, hmm?"
Author's Note: Hey Guys,
Don't really have much to say, besides thank you for all the reviews, alerts and fav's. (:
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Oh, and if you haven't already, go check out my drabbly one-shot thing, "Points of Authority" because I say so, okay? Okay. :D
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-Lise.
