She's Worth It ch. 3
Knowing Brittany, she's not coming back until late tonight and she's gonna be pissed drunk so I put on a oversized purple hoodie and some jeans before leaving the apartment because I couldn't stay sitting there on the kitchen floor, wondering how I managed to fuck my life so bad. Everything start great then it just went to fuckin shit in a instant and now I'm stuck in a fuckin relationship that's fuckin me up mentally and physically, unsure of what do now because I have no one to turn to and no place since I don't have any money to my name. The former dancer won't let work since she thinks it'll make me independent and I'll have to rely on her more since she pays for rent on the apartment but I don't know much more I can take and something's gotta give or I just might… I shudder at where my thoughts were going. I continue walking around with no destination, just letting my feet carry me until I come to a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change when someone taps me on the shoulder to see that it's a redhead with blue eyes in light green sundress with white polka dots.
She hands me a flyer before moving on to the next person and I looked it to see that it's flyer for a few night club opened recently with karaoke and a live band as it brought back memories of when I used sing but those day are long over. I knew that Brittany would never let me do something like this and if I even thought about going, I would be in a world of hurt for mentioning it to her but she's not coming home tonight so if I… if I sneak out and a song or two, she'll never know. I bit my thumbnail because I don't know if this is a good idea or not but I really do missing singing and it was the only thing about coming here before walking back to the apartment to it completely empty of a soul. Should I do this? I mean there's no way of her figuring out and if she does come back early, more than likely she's be too drunk to notice that I'm not there as I turned to look at the clock, saying it's six-thirty and I should start to get ready.
I went through my clothes that I used to wear and I remembered how much I used like going out and partying and looking good but I can't even recall the last time I freakin went out or did anything but playin wifey and stayin home all the time to someone that doesn't appreciate me. The last time I dressed up in something skintight or revealing, Brittany yelled at me for advertising to every guy that I was fuckin easy and I was trying to make her jealous before taking out her anger out on me, telling me that I belonged to her and only her. I shuddered at the thought but not today because there's no way that I'm getting caught and for once in my life, she's not going to control me and I'm gonna live a little. I took a shower, got dressed, applied some make up to my face, curled my hair before looking at myself in the mirror and I actually recognized the girl… no woman staring back at me before grabbing my keys and wallet as I hailed a can to take to the club.
There was a long line wrapping around the corner and there was no way in the hell that I was waiting in the long ass line before walking into an alley to see that there's a backdoor leading into the club, pulling out a bobby pin out of my hair and easily picking the lock as I stealthy walk into the club. The club was bumping with the band playing some pretty good music but who was up stage signing was ruining Rihanna's Rude Boy and some people was agreeing with me as I walked over towards the bar to other myself a drink before walking over towards the signup list, writing down my name. I wasn't sure what song I wanted to sing just yet but I know that it'll come to me as I watched a few more poor, unfortunate souls horribly belt lyric after lyric and there were definitively cringe worthy performances until a small brunette walked up onto the stage. She was even shorter than I'm fuckin short, not that I would ever admit it but she seemed rather familiar but I just can't put my finger on where I've seen her before but she has a killer body although what really caught my attention about this girl was her voice.
Her rendition of Let It Go gave me shivers in a good way as she skips off the stage into the arms of a blonde woman and to say that she was breath-taking didn't do her justice as I'm loving the badass, I-don't-shit-from-no-one attitude I'm getting. The two seem to be really into each other, sending a sinking feeling in my lower as it was way that Brittany used to look at me before she changed but I wished the couple luck in their relationship, ordering two shots of vodka. I embrace the burning sensation as I watched a few more performances before I'm called up on the stage with a decent buzz going but I'm still well aware of everything that's going on around me, letting the band know what I was singing. I bust out with lyrics to Valerie by Amy Winehouse, strutting across the stage and moving my hips like it was second nature to me, I was feeling myself with the crowd egging me on as I sing the second chorus.
By the time I finished my performance, the crowd was whooping and cheering my name as I soaked it up and I knew that I miss performing in front of a crowd the feeling as I walked off the stage with people congratulating me and patting me on the back. I watched a few more performances but not worth remembering as I threw back a few more shots, getting somewhat tipsy but I knew my limits and I stayed within to know what's going on as the blonde badass takes the stage signing Jesse J's Do It Like A Dude. She was tough but sensual and all of the crotch grabbing along with cocky attitude that was exuding, making me wet and I want to flirt with her but I knew that she has a girlfriend as I'm no longer that girl that would sleep with anyone regardless if they have a significant other or not.
When I saw someone that I want, I went after them but I'm not that girl as I make my way up onto the stage, passing Rebel Barbie on the way and I felt everything slow down for a moment, feeling something that I couldn't explain but I shook it off. I belted out the lyrics to P!nk's You Make Me Sick, making sensual movements and I feel everyone's eye especially the badass and her girlfriend as their stares are making me feel things that I've long forgotten. I make my way over towards the bar for one more drink before heading, knowing that I've tested fate or luck far enough for one night then throwing back the shot as I turned to leave when I heard someone yelling over the music for someone to stop and for whatever reason I stopped. I turned to see Rebel Barbie and Doe Eyes walking up to me… well Doe Eyes dragging Rebel Barbie by the wrist up to me and I turned to see if the person they're looking was behind me or something but they're focusing solely on me, unnerving me slightly.
"Sing beautifully and I wanted to met you before you left" Doe Eyes said smiling sweetly.
"You were really good. You a singer?" Quinn asked raising an questioning eyebrow.
"Something like that. I used to singing at this jazz club" I said shrugging my shoulders.
"Used?" inquires Quinn. "Not anymore, I assume?"
"Don't be nosy, Quinn" Doe Eyes said elbowing Quinn in the side. "Sorry about her. She's rather inquisitive. I'm Rachel by the way"
"It's alright. Santana and I have to head out. Nice meeting the both of you" I said giving them a slight wave.
I made it a few steps before something grabs my wrist and I fight the urge to flinch before looking over my shoulder to see Rachel looking up at me with a biggest puppy eyes and the poutest pout on her face. Something in me screaming to look away and leave but a even louder part is crumbling to the smaller girl as I looked up at the blonde badass for help but she just smirks, chuckling quietly.
"Please don't leave yet, Santana. Have a drink with us?" Rachel pouted.
"I can't, I really need to get home" I said shaking my head. "Maybe another time"
"Work or something?" Quinn asked raising that damn eyebrow of hers.
"Something like that" I grumbled.
"Just one and I'll let you go" Rachel said pouting further.
I don't know how or why I agreed to having a drink with these but I was like I couldn't say no to them as we walked over to the bar and it was a few minutes before the bartender takes our order with the two was staring intently, feeling like I was under a microscope.
"How old are you?" Quinn asked taking a sip from her whiskey.
"Twenty-two. You?" I asked curious.
"Same here"
"Wow, we're the same age so Santana, feel like we've met before or at least I've seen you before" Rachel said rubbing her chin slightly.
"Is that so?"
"Are from originally from New York or somewhere else?"
"I'm originally from Arkon, it's a small town in the middle of bum's fuck Ohio" I said sadly.
"Oh my goodness, I am from Ohio too! What school did you go to?" Rachel asked excitedly.
"I went to Carmel. What about you?" I asked taking a sip from my drink.
"McKinley. I joined my high school Glee club: The New Directions" Rachel said beaming proudly.
"What? Is your name Rachel Berry?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, why?" Rachel asked titling her head to the side.
"So you're the girl that St. James used to whine about all the time at school. It was always Berry did this or Berry did that. You really riled his feathers"
"Oh him" Rachel said as her whole body slumps.
"Did I say something wrong?" I asked confused.
"No, it's just that Jesse and I don't have very good memories together but it was a long time ago" Rachel said smiling before I could easily tell that she was barely keeping it together.
Quinn looks like she's really to murder St James in cold blood, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend as I wonder the hell happened between the two as I feel the need to protect the smaller brunette from he did. The topic quickly changed to lighter subjects but I reframe talking about anything too personal but the badass was staring at me like she should tell that I was dodging personal question as she baits me to a drinking contest, saying she has better tolerance for booze than me. I took those as fighting words and for every shot Rebel Barbie took, I took a shot as several shots later and the night was getting later, the drunker I got as I leaned on the Quinn who was just as wasted as I am. I don't remember getting into the cab with the couple or what happened that night other than stripping down to my underwear but I felt warmer than usual for something but I didn't mind as I snuggle deeper into it, passing out.
~Nicole The Dragon Rider signing off
End of ch. 3