Unusual
By Redtoes
Authors notes - part 7 of 10. Writing this series forced me out to HMV to buy the video of Bring it On when I should be packing up my stuff as I'm moving to London tomorrow. Hope it's worth the stress..
Summary - At the mime/interpretive dance seminar Courtney catches on the Jan and Missy. How will she react?
Disclaimer - not mine, no money, go sue someone else.
Feedback "feels like first".
I always considered myself a reasonable person. I always thought that I was, if not nice, then good. I mean, I tease, I bitch, I argue, but I've never actually hurt someone. Or I guess if I'm honest, that should be that I've never really hurt someone. The odd comment here and there may reduce some freak to tears, but actual heart rending pain, never.
I'm a good person.
I am.
Really.
I want to do what's best. Generally what's best for me, I admit, but I've never trampled anyone's heart, just a few egos and the odd testicle.
Which is probably why I'm having so much difficulty dealing with what I'm seeing right now.
It's probably nothing. It has to be nothing. 'Coz there's simply no way that what I'm seeing is real.
*****
"Did you sleep well?"
I hear him before I see him. I can feel him behind me before I turn my head to see he's there. He leans in close, resting his chin on my shoulder as I read the announcements on the gym notice board.
"Okay, you?"
"Could have been better," he admits, "You could have been there."
"Woah cowboy," I tease as I turn to face him. "Slow down. I'm in no hurry to hear you snore."
"I don't snore," Jan says.
"Do too," I grin, "Les told me. Though I maybe should ask how he knows."
"Do you honestly want to know?" He replies.
"Oh I know already. Les. Gossip. Les."
"Yeah," he says, an irritated look on his face.
"You wouldn't believe the stuff I know," I tease.
"Like what?"
"Like," I say, stepping close enough that the material of my vest grazes against his t-shirt, "when you and Les decided that the squad needed water balloons in order to wash cars. And how exactly it was that the 99' cup ended up as a punch bowl?"
"Yeah," he says uncomfortably, running his hand through his hair, "That's an interesting question."
"I think so," I smile, moving closer.
"Really," he smirks, slipping his arms around me.
"Yeah," I say, relaxing in his arms, my lips moving ever closer to his.
We pause in the moment, caught up in each other.
I'm just smiling at him, close to him, held by him. I'm happy. I'm content. I'm -
*Cough*
And we separate in an instant.
"Hi guys," Torrance says with a smile.
"Hey."
"So," she says, "getting cozy?"
"Torrance -" Jan starts.
"Torr, it's nothing, just saying hi," I interrupt.
"Yeah," she comments, "Like I believe that."
"Torr."
"Not here, okay guys, just not here."
"Fine," I agree as Jan reluctantly nods his consent.
"Come on," she beckons to me, "help me greet our demos."
*****
I don't believe it.
I don't want to believe it.
I don't even want to know.
Oh God.
Jan
And Missy?
When the hell did this happen? Jan's, he's, woah. What is going on here?
When did this happen? How did this happen?
Why..?
Oh hell no. I am not one of those women who sit there and pine for the one that got away. One's do not get away from me. I let them go.
I damn well let them go.
He spent a night last week with me. With me. In my bed. WITH ME.
This is not happening. It's just a head turning thing. She's new, and perky and innocent. There's attraction there but that's to be expected. There's been attraction before, but who's the one he always comes back to?
Me.
I.
Courtney.
This time's no different.
And what's it matter if I don't even want him. He's mine. She's a skanky whore and soon he'll see it.
Because he's mine.
Just wait and see.
*****
So the day goes well, or at least as well as can be expected considering we're studying mine and fucking interpretive dance. Torrance and Les get a ton of ideas for the new routine and we, the squad, are well on our way to Nationals.
With three weeks to go.
Three weeks.
I can do three weeks.
I work well under pressure.
And so I sit here and watch Torrance sketch out her ideas to the squad, the dance moves, the lifts, the throws. Everything we need for a walk through. A basic plan, with the details to be filled in later.
We disperse amongst the room, the guys stepping back to let the ladies work out the first steps.
"You up for this," Les asks me softly, as we watch Torrance and Missy work out the opening moves.
"Yeah, course," I reply, more interested in the girls than a conversation I've had a million times.
"Jan," he says, catching my arm, "This is serious, this is when everything becomes a loading question, when you can't touch her or hug her, when you've got to be focused. Can you do this?"
"Yeah Les," I say holding his eyes, "I can do this." He squeezes my arm in solidarity, then lets go in time to see Courtney grinning at me from across the room while Missy practices her steps.
Courtney's grinning at me?
"Yeah I caught that too," Les mutters from behind me.
"She's just grinning. She grins," I reply under my breath.
"Yeah, she's grinning," he says, "she's grinning like a damn shark."
"It's nothing," I say, but I'm unconvinced. She's hasn't smiled like that in a while. She has plans when she smiles like that.
God I hope she doesn't have plans.
Courtney bounces over to me as the routine breaks up.
"Same time tomorrow night Lover?" Ah, so she doesn't know. Really doesn't know, to the extent she thinks I'll be around on Friday night like always.
"Er," I start, entirely unsure of what to say here.
"Jan's at mine," Les jumps in, "He's helping me work on something."
Courtney raises an eyebrow.
"Like what?"
"Like," Les pauses, that too smart brain of his abandoning him in his moment of need. "Like..."
"Like the new routine," Torrance puts in. "I need both of them."
"Both of them?" Now Whitney's in on the eyebrow raising. "Planning a spitroast Torr?"
"Ladies, ladies," Les says in his most placating tone of voice, "you should know by now I won't be tempted, no matter how much you try."
"Maybe that's why Jan's there," says Whitney, blatantly channeling Big Red.
"Whitney," Courtney mock chides, "You know Jan's mine." She leans in close, giving me a clear view down her top, "Normal time Lover?"
"Er.."
"Cat got your tongue?" Whitney snipes.
"Er.."
"Jan?" Courtney prompts.
And then, at the worst possible moment -
"What's up guys?" Missy asks, wiping off the sweat from her solo practice with a towel.
"Jan and I were just discussing what time he's coming round on Friday." Courtney says with such a sweet smile that I want to slap her.
"Huh?"
"Jan always spends Friday nights with me." She says, watching Missy's face intently.
I'm watching her too. Torrance is watching, and Les. Whitney has this look of perverse pleasure on her face and the entire squad is caught up in this drama that they don't quite understand.
"What's going on?" She's confused with, I have to admit, good reason. "Is there something..." I can hear the pause last, drag on towards awkwardness.
"Jan's mine." Courtney states, slipping her arms around me.
I should be saying something right now. I should be moving. I should be doing anything that would take that confused hurt look off of Missy's face.
And I see it as she rebuilds her walls, changes her expression and just says -
"Sure. Whatever. I'm hitting the showers now so any chance of a lift home Les?"
"Yeah," Les replies. "I'll be in the lot."
"Sure." And she walks off.
Courtney wraps herself even further around me but I'm still speechless. I'm still lost.
I didn't expect it to be like this.
I should've.
I should have remembered Courtney hates to be threatened at anything.
I don't know what to do. I've Courtney wrapped around me, Les with the most neutral of faces, Torrance barely restraining herself from an angry rage.
And Missy gone.
I don't know how to fix this. It went too fast.
And Missy knew Courtney could be an issue but I don't think she expected anything like this.
Anything like this.
God I have to fix this.
I look down to see Courtney smiling up at me, grinning like a predator, as she runs her hands across my chest.
Got to fix this.
Got to.
By Redtoes
Authors notes - part 7 of 10. Writing this series forced me out to HMV to buy the video of Bring it On when I should be packing up my stuff as I'm moving to London tomorrow. Hope it's worth the stress..
Summary - At the mime/interpretive dance seminar Courtney catches on the Jan and Missy. How will she react?
Disclaimer - not mine, no money, go sue someone else.
Feedback "feels like first".
I always considered myself a reasonable person. I always thought that I was, if not nice, then good. I mean, I tease, I bitch, I argue, but I've never actually hurt someone. Or I guess if I'm honest, that should be that I've never really hurt someone. The odd comment here and there may reduce some freak to tears, but actual heart rending pain, never.
I'm a good person.
I am.
Really.
I want to do what's best. Generally what's best for me, I admit, but I've never trampled anyone's heart, just a few egos and the odd testicle.
Which is probably why I'm having so much difficulty dealing with what I'm seeing right now.
It's probably nothing. It has to be nothing. 'Coz there's simply no way that what I'm seeing is real.
*****
"Did you sleep well?"
I hear him before I see him. I can feel him behind me before I turn my head to see he's there. He leans in close, resting his chin on my shoulder as I read the announcements on the gym notice board.
"Okay, you?"
"Could have been better," he admits, "You could have been there."
"Woah cowboy," I tease as I turn to face him. "Slow down. I'm in no hurry to hear you snore."
"I don't snore," Jan says.
"Do too," I grin, "Les told me. Though I maybe should ask how he knows."
"Do you honestly want to know?" He replies.
"Oh I know already. Les. Gossip. Les."
"Yeah," he says, an irritated look on his face.
"You wouldn't believe the stuff I know," I tease.
"Like what?"
"Like," I say, stepping close enough that the material of my vest grazes against his t-shirt, "when you and Les decided that the squad needed water balloons in order to wash cars. And how exactly it was that the 99' cup ended up as a punch bowl?"
"Yeah," he says uncomfortably, running his hand through his hair, "That's an interesting question."
"I think so," I smile, moving closer.
"Really," he smirks, slipping his arms around me.
"Yeah," I say, relaxing in his arms, my lips moving ever closer to his.
We pause in the moment, caught up in each other.
I'm just smiling at him, close to him, held by him. I'm happy. I'm content. I'm -
*Cough*
And we separate in an instant.
"Hi guys," Torrance says with a smile.
"Hey."
"So," she says, "getting cozy?"
"Torrance -" Jan starts.
"Torr, it's nothing, just saying hi," I interrupt.
"Yeah," she comments, "Like I believe that."
"Torr."
"Not here, okay guys, just not here."
"Fine," I agree as Jan reluctantly nods his consent.
"Come on," she beckons to me, "help me greet our demos."
*****
I don't believe it.
I don't want to believe it.
I don't even want to know.
Oh God.
Jan
And Missy?
When the hell did this happen? Jan's, he's, woah. What is going on here?
When did this happen? How did this happen?
Why..?
Oh hell no. I am not one of those women who sit there and pine for the one that got away. One's do not get away from me. I let them go.
I damn well let them go.
He spent a night last week with me. With me. In my bed. WITH ME.
This is not happening. It's just a head turning thing. She's new, and perky and innocent. There's attraction there but that's to be expected. There's been attraction before, but who's the one he always comes back to?
Me.
I.
Courtney.
This time's no different.
And what's it matter if I don't even want him. He's mine. She's a skanky whore and soon he'll see it.
Because he's mine.
Just wait and see.
*****
So the day goes well, or at least as well as can be expected considering we're studying mine and fucking interpretive dance. Torrance and Les get a ton of ideas for the new routine and we, the squad, are well on our way to Nationals.
With three weeks to go.
Three weeks.
I can do three weeks.
I work well under pressure.
And so I sit here and watch Torrance sketch out her ideas to the squad, the dance moves, the lifts, the throws. Everything we need for a walk through. A basic plan, with the details to be filled in later.
We disperse amongst the room, the guys stepping back to let the ladies work out the first steps.
"You up for this," Les asks me softly, as we watch Torrance and Missy work out the opening moves.
"Yeah, course," I reply, more interested in the girls than a conversation I've had a million times.
"Jan," he says, catching my arm, "This is serious, this is when everything becomes a loading question, when you can't touch her or hug her, when you've got to be focused. Can you do this?"
"Yeah Les," I say holding his eyes, "I can do this." He squeezes my arm in solidarity, then lets go in time to see Courtney grinning at me from across the room while Missy practices her steps.
Courtney's grinning at me?
"Yeah I caught that too," Les mutters from behind me.
"She's just grinning. She grins," I reply under my breath.
"Yeah, she's grinning," he says, "she's grinning like a damn shark."
"It's nothing," I say, but I'm unconvinced. She's hasn't smiled like that in a while. She has plans when she smiles like that.
God I hope she doesn't have plans.
Courtney bounces over to me as the routine breaks up.
"Same time tomorrow night Lover?" Ah, so she doesn't know. Really doesn't know, to the extent she thinks I'll be around on Friday night like always.
"Er," I start, entirely unsure of what to say here.
"Jan's at mine," Les jumps in, "He's helping me work on something."
Courtney raises an eyebrow.
"Like what?"
"Like," Les pauses, that too smart brain of his abandoning him in his moment of need. "Like..."
"Like the new routine," Torrance puts in. "I need both of them."
"Both of them?" Now Whitney's in on the eyebrow raising. "Planning a spitroast Torr?"
"Ladies, ladies," Les says in his most placating tone of voice, "you should know by now I won't be tempted, no matter how much you try."
"Maybe that's why Jan's there," says Whitney, blatantly channeling Big Red.
"Whitney," Courtney mock chides, "You know Jan's mine." She leans in close, giving me a clear view down her top, "Normal time Lover?"
"Er.."
"Cat got your tongue?" Whitney snipes.
"Er.."
"Jan?" Courtney prompts.
And then, at the worst possible moment -
"What's up guys?" Missy asks, wiping off the sweat from her solo practice with a towel.
"Jan and I were just discussing what time he's coming round on Friday." Courtney says with such a sweet smile that I want to slap her.
"Huh?"
"Jan always spends Friday nights with me." She says, watching Missy's face intently.
I'm watching her too. Torrance is watching, and Les. Whitney has this look of perverse pleasure on her face and the entire squad is caught up in this drama that they don't quite understand.
"What's going on?" She's confused with, I have to admit, good reason. "Is there something..." I can hear the pause last, drag on towards awkwardness.
"Jan's mine." Courtney states, slipping her arms around me.
I should be saying something right now. I should be moving. I should be doing anything that would take that confused hurt look off of Missy's face.
And I see it as she rebuilds her walls, changes her expression and just says -
"Sure. Whatever. I'm hitting the showers now so any chance of a lift home Les?"
"Yeah," Les replies. "I'll be in the lot."
"Sure." And she walks off.
Courtney wraps herself even further around me but I'm still speechless. I'm still lost.
I didn't expect it to be like this.
I should've.
I should have remembered Courtney hates to be threatened at anything.
I don't know what to do. I've Courtney wrapped around me, Les with the most neutral of faces, Torrance barely restraining herself from an angry rage.
And Missy gone.
I don't know how to fix this. It went too fast.
And Missy knew Courtney could be an issue but I don't think she expected anything like this.
Anything like this.
God I have to fix this.
I look down to see Courtney smiling up at me, grinning like a predator, as she runs her hands across my chest.
Got to fix this.
Got to.