A/N (If you hate long notes you can't skip over everything, thanks for sticking with me.)

I know I'm actually waaaay behind the actual The Voice show. I'm still super bummed about Caroline's out she was one of my favorites, but I guess it was bound to happen the Top 8 were really amazing and all their performances were just amazeballs.

So yeah... I've been staring at this one part of this chapter for several days now and couldn't quite figure out how to remedy numerous problems that started popping up. Sorry If I'm complaining to you guys...but yeah I thought you should now...that I've been struggling, nevertheless I finally got my but in gear thinking I didn't want to let anyone down now, or to keep you waiting forever.

So this is the best I could do. I'm really trying to make this as good as perfect as it can be...and for everyone who's feeling impatient at how looong this story seems to be, and the glacial pace everything is moving in-I'm sorry but I don't see it ending anytime soon as I can see this story going on for several more chapters...like ten more or so...cos I'm just getting down to everything...breaking the surface and what not so just take it all in.

Can't wait for all your reactions, you know what to do...yeah i know...stop your yapping, get on with it.


Chapter 18

You open your eyes and all you see white. You freak out, seized with a sudden panic, but then you realize...oh wait...you forgot you're still under the sheets. Thank God you thought you'd suddenly gone blind or something.

Seriously you've got to get a handle on the whole paranoia thing.

You relax before you notice these aren't your sheets, you're left to wonder where you are until everything comes rushing back to you.

Everything plays back like some movie montage of all the events, Barbara humiliating you. Beca's seeing you naked (You're not sure if that was a better or worse kind of humiliation). Clubbing with The Voice Top 16. So you conclude that that was a pretty wild night...with all those drunken confessions, drunken dancing and all other forms of pure drunken fun. It ended nicely too... well not for Beca and Jesse, but yeah you could safely say that they were totally over...commencing with the Victory dance.

So with the primary obstacle out of the way, all you needed to do now was to focus on the two of you. Things were still somewhat hazy, but you had taken a big leap yesterday. It feels like actual progress, she finally knows and she's okay with it and Jesse was gone... and if all of that didn't mean everything would be fine and your happily ever after would soon be at hand and play out soon enough, then you don't know what else you had to do, what else you had to endure for the fates to deem the two of you meant to be.

Who where you kidding though, you wouldn't stop fighting for her even if something new came up.

You think back to how the night ended, and with a happy little sigh you settle back into the cocoon of Beca's bedsheets feeling... lighter, feeling protected from everything else out there. You've never slept more soundly, but it wasn't the soft comforter or the downy pillows that made it so, it was that you had spent the whole night in Beca's bed wrapped up in each other. (which seemed to get even better the second time around, this time the both of you were stripped down. ) Sure, you were still wearing much more than you would like but you're not really complaining...much...that would all come in good time-sooner or later but yeah, hopefully sooner.

You stretch lazily, extending your limbs fully, and you're surprised when nothing's there to counter your movement.

Wait a minute. You run your hands on Beca's side of the bed and it feels cool. You quickly throw down the sheets taking in her room now bathed in light, you see all of her things, but no Beca. You know she's not there, the room just feels bare without her. You figure Beca must've been gone for a while.

You chance a glance at your phone. Oh man, you overslept...Ah...you must be getting ready! You had to be back in the studio bright and early, despite what had happened the other night. It was crunch time. Mere days to go till Live Rounds. There were some group performances, practices you had to complete.

You know it wasn't her responsibility but why didn't Beca wake you. Okay you could do this, quick shower, even quicker changing into clothes, make up, quick breakfast...

You head to the bathroom first, and in your haste you almost miss the note that someone-Beca of course, left behind stuck to the mirror.

Chloe, I didn't want to wake you. Head down for some breakfast with Marie and feel free to use the shower (I'm sure you need it!) and you can go through my closet. If you see something you like, you can borrow it. Whoa I really am getting the hang of this...sleepovers, and borrowing clothes. Also I probably should have mentioned this first but the coaches have decided you guys can sleep, and come in at 3 pm instead. Unfortunately I'm not exempted, so lucky you... Anywho, see you at the Studios.
Beca


You take the shower first, being able to enjoy it thoroughly now that you weren't rushing, then head down for breakfast.

"Morning Chloe." Marie says brightly in greeting,

"Morning Marie." you reply hovering by the doorway before Marie notices and proceeds to sit you down on one of the seats in the breakfast nook, all mother-like with her fussing.

She silently gestures between the coffee pot and the carton of juice, you point at the juice which she goes on to pour into a glass for 're surprised you don't feel hung over at all. You think it's from all that water Beca forced you to drink.

"So what would you like...we have pancakes, french toast, toast, different kinds of pastries. You want sausages, eggs-how would you like 'em, bacon, cereal, oatmeal?" she offers, seemingly listing of every breakfast treat imaginable. All this for you?

"I'm fine with toast, eggs-sunny side up and bacon..." you quickly reply, feeling ravenous, as you had another big day ahead of you. You notice Marie's looking at you, still waiting for you to say something, hand on her hip. Oh... "I mean...please... you know... I can help, or just cook myself. I do know how to cook the basics."

She merely shakes her head, "Nonsense, you're the guest here." her smile restored, chuckling to herself a bit. She cheerfully starts preparations, and for a while she is immersed in cooking, before she starts up the conversation again.

"How'd you sleep, assuming that you were able to get any? I'm sure you had other delightful activities to preoccupy yourselves with, sharing the same bed and all."

You choke back on your juice.

"Sorry?" you say after recovering from your coughing fit, was it you or was she implying something...

"Talking dear, I'm sure you had a lot to talk about..." Marie smiles, and it seems innocent enough, C'mon this lady was like Beca's mother no way would Beca tell her about you and her in that position, assuming she'd said something of that nature to her housekeeper.

"Yeah we talked...alright"

"That's good... So you cleared whatever it was between the two of you up? You finally got all of those barriers out of the way..." Okay, that's scary Marie can read through you, seeing your wanting to get naked with Beca intentions.

"Um...yeah we're getting there."

"That's good...I really like the two of you together-you're good for her Chloe." You smile abashedly, happy to be getting her approval. You don't quite know what to say,

"Thanks? I mean...thanks!"

Marie pats your hand "I hope you won't be going anywhere anytime soon..."

"Well I don't have to be at the studios till three, but I was thinking of leaving earlier so I'd be out of your hair..." you explain,

"No of course you're staying here, we'll just have to find something interesting to do to keep you preoccupied," Marie says seemingly already decided, "but that's not what I meant...I meant that I hope you wouldn't be disappearing from Beca's life anytime soon."

And there's something about the way she says it, how she looks saying it, that makes you turn serious.

"I'll be sticking around," you say, meeting her eyes dead on.

"She's gone through a lot...she's not the easiest person to get to know...she's always been so closed up to meeting new...people."

"I know... I'll be here even when she doesn't want me to be, even when she gets sick of me."

"Good," she says and you nod, you feel like you're cementing some sort of formal, unspoken agreement, it's pretty weird and intense but then Marie breaks out that motherly smile again, "Aha... I know what we can do, I can show you some of Beca's baby pics and some home videos I took...how' does that sound?"

"Sounds good..."


You arrive at the stage right on time to find all the Top 16 contestants -some looking mighty hung-over- strewn about every which way.
Team Usher's Luke, Bumper, Donald, and Unicycle are quiet for once, wearing sunglasses, sitting back on the chairs.
Team Adam, you suppose are warming up in one of the rooms.
Team Blake are on the stage. Fat Amy is less energetic than usual-she keeps slumping back down lying on the stage, claiming to be working on her floor work.

You search for your team mates to find Stacie resting on Cynthia Rose's lap, and finally you find who you were looking for Miss Beca Mitchell, who waltzes in all business.

"Up Up! I drank more than all of you put together and I'm still fully functioning. I want to see Team Mitchell run some cardio... No all of you should, I'm not joking here. Three, two, one, *pfft" she whistles and all of you wince slightly.

Everyone starts slowly, lifelessly moving around the stage area with numerous groans and protests. Another whistle goes off, "Cardio involves actual movement to get your hearts racing. Come on, jog, brisk walk, but don't just stay there. Let's go, go, go!"

You keep watch, and keep your earns trained on them even as you jog around the rehearsal space.

Everyone takes off at the second whistle, except Bumper, who instead seem to settle into his seat more comfortably while Luke and Donald stand around aimlessly. Beca picks them out soon enough,

"Allan, Luke, Donald why aren't you moving?" she asks, authoritatively yet nicely enough.

"No offense Beca," he says, looking very much like he means the exact opposite, "but I think you need to be focusing on your own group and lay off us, we don't need cardio. Usher's got us handled, we're all in tip top shape already."

"Your asses have been glued to the chair all this time...I think Usher will agree with me when I say that you still need to start warming up before he gets here...a little maintenance is useful even if you are in tip top shape already."

"I don't think he'll like it that you're speaking for him about his team..." He says snidely, seriously what was he doing provoking Beca like that, thinking back Bumper only ever was confident enough to act like the ass he was in front of Beca. He wasn't like that around the male coaches, The Sexist A-hole."We feel like we need to hear the actual instruction coming from our own coach, if you please." He says speaking for all of them, the rest of the boys don't look to happy about it, shifting restlessly but remaining silent.

"What my word isn't good enough for you?"

He merely smirks before shaking his head, before crossing his arms looking confident that he would get his way.

"Okay, one moment," Beca says, no longer smiling. She quickly dials something, and the one on the other end picks up after a single ring.

She speaks a few words on the phone listen to the reply, before she puts it on speaker. It is unmistakably Usher's voice. "Bumper, don't make any trouble. If your too good for a little sweating, then maybe you're not cut out for this competition after all. You still have a long way to go, and seriously, you don't want to follow the free advice of a five time grammy award winner? Each one of you will do as Coach Beca says, I don't wanna hear nothin' about you fools complaining about it anymore. Making me look bad, like I'm coaching a bunch of sissies."

"You were saying?" Beca says, her smile returning.

Bumpers face turns sour, but he does as he is told, muttering the whole way.

At the end of cardio, you spot Beca in the middle of the stage and once again she's fiddling with the cup. You've seen her do this a million times, mostly when she was bored. She'd even tried to teach you once the cup game, but you never really got the hang of it.

"So have you decided what you'll be doing for the opening number of the live playoffs?"

"Maybe, maybe not..." she says vaguely, smiling before she continues playing with the cup.


Fast forward and it was the day of the Live rounds and there she was once again. The Beca Mitchell sitting cross-legged onstage, a single spotlight on her with a cup in her hand, carrying all the weight the pressure of being the opening act to the whole first live show.

And you're exchanging glances with your fellow artists wondering 'what the hell does she think she was doing.'

She starts the now familiar clapping, hitting the cup then passing it from one hand to another, moving it smoothly, deftly and never missing a beat and then she starts singing.

I got my ticket for the long way round
Two bottles of whiskey for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company And I'm leaving tomorrow, what you say

It has the whole studio mesmerized, just her and that cup and her voice echoing around as she sings this lulu and the lampshade song.

When I'm gone...When I'm gone... You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

You're gonna miss me by my hair

You're gonna miss me everywhere Oh, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone

You've always thought of her as a musical genius, and it was proven seeing her do this. Taking a little game and incorporating it into her singing, her performance.

When I'm gone... When I'm gone... You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my walk...Ohh You're gonna miss me by my talk Oh, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone

I got my ticket for the long way round

The one with the prettiest of views It's got mountains, it's got rivers Its got sights to give you shivers But it sure would be prettier with you
When I'm gone… When I'm gone…

You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

You're gonna miss me by my walk You're gonna miss me by my talk Oh, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone
When I'm gone…

When I'm gone…

You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

You're gonna miss me by my hair You're gonna miss me everywhere Oh, you're sure gonna miss me when I'm gone

When I'm gone… When I'm gone… You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my walk You're gonna miss me by my talk Oh, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone

There's a standing ovation, a shattering of applause, the energy spiking up in the room after she puts the cup down and stands up to bow.

Carson has to be snapped out of his reverie, having missed his cue. He clambers up the stairs rather quickly.

"That was our coach, Beca Mitchell. What an amazing opening number for show," Carson says, gesturing toward Beca, which starts up renewed applause from the audience. Beca nods in thanks, making mock bows, before she quickly runs to take her seat.

Carson smiles, sending a salute, a slow clap for her sake before he resumes his spiel.

"We are coming to you live for the first time on The Voice. We are certainly starting big in this weeks Live playoffs. We have the two-day performances with Team Adam and Team Blake performing tonight, and Team Beca and Team Usher tomorrow. Stay tuned, you can bet we have several more spectacular numbers coming up all vying for your votes, which will be revealed in the special results show on Thursday, deciding who will make it to next weeks top 12..."

There's a pause in the studio, when they yell Standby they're playing the OBB. "This is the this is the Voice." reverberates throughout the studio.

"First up, we have Blake Sheldon's Fat Amy with Turn the Beat Around." You cheer loudly with your friend from the wings. Fat Amy gets ready, much like a boxer walking out to her fight, with accompanying jumps and fancy footwork, cricking her neck.

"Let's do this."
"Let's go fanfave," as you had dubbed her. "Show us how it's done."
"Just watch me work it aca-bitches!" She calls out (she had dutifully stuck to using aca in front of everything).

You make more noise when she gets up on stage and there she goes...

She starts of slow, her voice almost operatic.

Turn the beat around
Love to hear percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear percussion
Love to hear it

And then the beat kicks in and so does she, into Fat Amy energy mode that is, and there she was once again working, owning that stage.

Blow horns you sure sound pretty
Your violins keep movin' to the nitty gritty
When you hear the scratch of the guitars scratchin'
Then you'll know that rhythm carries all the action, so
Woah yeah

Turn the beat around
Love to hear percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear percussion
Love to hear it

Turn the beat around
Love to hear percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear percussion
Love to hear it

Flute player play your flute 'cause
I know that you want to get your thing off
But you see I've made up my mind about it
It's got to be the rhythm, no doubt about it, woah woah
'Cause when the guitar player starts playing
With the syncopated rhythm, with the scratch, scratch, scratch
Makes me wanna move my body yeah, yeah, yeah
And when the drummer starts beating that beat
He nails that beat with the syncopated rhythm
With the rat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat on the drums, hey

She had these amazing dance moves, and the professional dancers surrounding her were all rendered inconsequential, trumping their technique with how vivacious she was in executing them.

Turn the beat around
Love to hear percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear percussion
Love to hear it
Love to hear it
Love to hear it
Love to hear it

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down

She shakes and shimmies, backing up, before she takes of her denim vest and twirls it around her head.

Turn the beat around
Love to hear percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear percussion
Love to hear it

She throws it, and the audience hollers, some guys fight over it.

Love to hear percussion ending on a high note, both literally and figuratively.

The crowds cheers are deafening, You look at Cynthia Rose and Stacie then just start laughing before clapping and cheering on your friend equally loudly.


In between takes, the coaches make-up gets retouched. During a particularly long commercial break, Beca gets up to stretch her legs. The rest of the coaches are drinking their drinks and eating snacks, whilst chatting on the chairs.

She, however, comes to sit by you girls.

"That was some performance, Amy. You'll definitely be getting through to next week. I'd say Good Luck but you don't need it, with your numerous fans getting behind you." she says, and you know it's genuine, no hint of sarcasm there, even if Fat Amy was one of your team's biggest competitors, Beca never held back from giving support, handing out compliments and tips to the artists of the other teams.

"Well I couldn't very well slack off, knowing that I had to follow your amazing cup performance."

"You totally upstaged me, trust me, tomorrow they'll be saying wait Beca who, she did what again?"

"Yeah right...you sang with nothing behind you but a cup, An aca-freaking CUP! I had to strip to get people to cheer loudly." and you all laugh at how Fat Amy seems to not be able to get over it, still a bit mindblown over the feat ..."plus I always thought that game was so freaking hard, and then you have to add singing in. I know I'm aca-amazing and all, but I just can't multitask...Well, in that way anyway."She looks torn, not sure whether to be more impressed or jealously outraged at the simple yet, staggering performance Beca had done which only serves to cause more laughter from the three of you. You stop midlaugh, catching Beca suddenly frowning, a look of surprise and confusion taking over.

"What?" You quickly look behind you to locate the source-the cause of said surprised face, you don't see anyone or anything. The girls follow suit,

"I don't see anything..." Fat Amy murmurs, as Beca's gaze still remains fixated on something- you still don't know what.

"Are you going all sixth sense on us...because if you are that's totally freaky..." Stacie says,

"It's cool actually" Cynthia Rose argues,

" Wait...What-I mean who do you see...some famous celebrity? Omygod can you see Nelson Mandela? Tell him I love him, and he'll always be my personal hero." Fat Amy says getting excited,

"Can you tell Cory Monteith, I loved him...I used to be die-hard Gleek...I always planned to get on the show just so I could meet him. Meet him as the meat for my hunter." Stacie says,

"Why would Cory be here? He died in Canada..."

"And Nelson Mandela's here because he's a big fan of The Voice or something?"

"Guys...stop being ridiculous, " You chide them, cutting across the pointlessly silly, somewhat disturbing and disrespectful argument, you look pointedly at Beca

"What's up B?" Cynthia Rose then asks sheepishly, Beca only then seems to tune back into your conversation at that point,

"Huh?"

"Is there anything wrong?" you ask gently,

"I thought I saw...J-" she shakes her head, "Never mind."

"Miss Mitchell, be ready We'll be going on in a few minutes..." one of the production assistants remind her,

Beca doesn't respond. She looks distracted for a second there. "Okay, excuse me gotta work. Bye girls." She doesn't go towards the stage just yet, but instead wonders off.

"What's wrong with her then?" Cynthia Rose asks,

You shrug. You honestly have no Idea.


We have the girls of the Voice to perform a Kelly Clarkson Medley. You girls gather on the stage, Kori joins in last minute just as the floor director, finishes the countdown before going on air.

Kori sings.

Here's the thing
We started out friends
It was cool but it was all pretend
Yeah, yeah, since you've been gone

Stacie sings.

Guess this means you're sorry
You're standing at my door
Guess this means you take back
All you said before

Then Fat Amy...

You're dedicated
You took the time
Wasn't long till I called you mine
Yeah, yeah, since you've been gone

Then Cynthia Rose.

Like how much you wanted
Anyone but me
Said you'd never come back
But here you are again

Finally, your turn

And all you'd ever hear me say
Is how I picture me with you
That's all you ever hear me say

Cytnhia Rose again:

You think you got the best of me
Think you had the last laugh
Bet you think that everything good is gone

Kori:

Think you left me broken down

Think that I'd come running back

Baby you don't know me, cause you're dead wrong

Stacie and Fat Amy sing together,

But since you've been gone What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller

I can breathe for the first time Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone

What doesn't kill you makes a fighter, Footsteps even lighter

I'm so moving on, yeah yeah, thanks to you Now I get

what I want,

Doesn't mean I'm over cause you're gone

Since you've been gone

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stronger
Just me, myself and I
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn't mean I'm lonely 'coz I'm alone

Being with you
Is so dysfunctional
I really shouldn't miss you
But I can't let you go...

'Cause we belong together now yeah You had your chance, you blew it Thanks to you I got a new thing started
Forever united here somehow yeah Out of sight, out of mind Thanks to you I'm not a broken hearted
You got a piece of me Thanks to you I'm finally thinking bout me
And honestly, Shut your mouth, I just can't take it You know in the end the day you left was just my beginning
My life (my life) Again and again and again and again In the end

would suck (would suck)without you

Since you've been gone

What doesn't kill you make you stronger stronger,

Since you've been gone

Just Me myself and I

Since you've been gone


You're left wondering how it all works, Beca and Jesse had broken it off. Did they announce it straight away, call up some people, or did they go about normally until someone happened to ask them if they were still getting married and the other would avoid the question.

You had been waiting for the good news to break and instead, another revelation exploded within the twitter sphere. One that was still ongoing up until this very moment and yet you recall the seconds before, when you were still blissful, happily unaware.

All of you were standing there, discussing the success of the first live show episode after you've finished it, when suddenly there's this commotion. Benji is running up to Beca, asking her to follow him immediately. Beca looks as confused as the rest of you, but there's an official business kind of urgency to his tone and there's Nancy (you'd recognized her anywhere brunette, tall, lean and serious looking with a nasally way of speaking) the main person in charge of publicity and PR of The Voice program, standing close by, waiting for her in the wings. What was she doing there? She only stepped in when things were really serious. They excuse themselves and move offstage.

The four of you huddle together,

"Well that's got my curiosity piqued." Cynthia Rose murmurs,

"What do you think it is, ooh maybe some scandal broke..."

"It's Nancy, it must be pretty big...say you want to- I don't know-happen to chance passing by, be situated close enough to catch the gist of their important conversation?" Fat Amy suggests, wriggling her eyebrows, conspiratorially. Stacie and Cynthia Rose are totally in favor of it, you however aren't too fond of the idea.

"You really want to get caught eavesdropping?" you ask,

"No, you think I'm crazy? We won't have to be that close, I have wicked lip-reading skills"

You shrug, giving in (you were gonna give in sooner or later, you didn't need much prodding) willing to try out Fat Amy claims and the four of you stealthily creep after Beca. You spot Beca and Nancy conversing in one of the corners...You were a good twenty feet away, you're all standing around trying to look nonchalant awaiting what information Fat Amy could get.

"So what is she saying?" you whisper, afraid that the sound would travel. Fat Amy holds a hand up, silencing you.

"I need to concentrate.." Fat Amy says, "Okay...Twister...Chlorine...Barbie... Votes boat."

Your eyebrows come together not understanding anything, lip-reader my ass...

You open your mouth to ask her to stop joking around, but Amy speaks first "I think they're talking about you Chloe..." she says turning to you, and you feel a shiver of foreboding pass through you at how serous she looks but then she frowns, "Wait I'm pretty sure she said Stacie...no wait that was me...hey and there you go Cynthia Rose as well...seems like were all part of whatever it is. "

"And how'd you figure that one out?" Stacie scoffs, disbelief evident. You want to laugh as well, pass it of as a normal funny Fat Amy thing but you can't quite get rid of that nasty feeling sitting on your chest, settling in your gut.

"I read it out. Okay wait there it goes again...Ah Chlorine, was actually Chloe...and something about twitter I think...wait..."

"Okay that's enough of your supposed lip reading skills..." Stacie says jokingly, cutting across her.

"Never mind, let's just go back to watching." you say, trying to distract yourself from feeling out-of-sorts.

And watch you do,For each second that Beca stands there conversing with Nancy, the deeper her frown gets. Whatever it was about, it looked pretty dire.

You've been casually standing by for not too long when she catches you, she glances at all of you watching and it's no use pretending you were doing anything different (Fat Amy whistles obviously), Stacie throws herself at Cynthia Rose, but you don't do anything.

You look at her and Beca just holds your gaze, her eyes angry, displeasure evident, you would've been nervous if they weren't also carrying a hint of worry (you wonder why though). Still, she's giving away nothing as to what was the big blow up and who was concerned in it. She turns her back slightly, continuing her conversation where no one could read her lips.

You all visibly tense as soon as she finishes their rather intense conversation. She makes her way to your group, and you're not sure why any of you aren't moving-that you hadn't moved at all. Perhaps, everyone was feeling like you are; frozen in place with fear, shame, ready to be reprimanded.

You needn't have been worried, while Beca does deliver a scolding, she's not excessively mad when she says, "Girls, I don't appreciate you eavesdropping on my private conversations." She speaks softly and seriously. She's different somehow- you feel missing is her usual mirth- gone is the usual camaraderie when addressing you girls, she's formal and detached. "But...I guess, it doesn't really matter that much as what we were discussing does concern one of you, "

You notice Nancy making her way over as well, For a second she simply stares at each one of you, before her eyes zero in on you. And you know in that one look, that Fat Amy was right even before Beca speaks, "Chloe, um we have something we have discuss concerning you..."

"What's wrong?" you finally ask, hearing a little tremor in your voice after swallowing back the lump or whatever it was that had started to form in your throat.

"It's nothing we can't fix, we're currently trying to get a handle on it..." Nancy says smoothly,

"On what?" you ask, confused. You weren't aware-as far as you know- that you had any real incriminating, or buzzworthy secrets in your skeleton closet. No sex-tapes, or any tapes (not counting the one Aubrey kept to use as blackmail against you) that would put you in such a negative, unideal position.

"More like on who? Our good friend Barb Thomas has taken to tweeting about the knockout rounds, trying to start some intrigue... spreading some nasty rumors of the happenings behind the scenes."

To Be Continued...


I know crappy way to end ( sorry if this feels less polished, I'm sure I'll be able to fix what needs fixing sometime when I'm reading back) but it was way too long I felt like the whole thing was getting overcrowded, I promise the continuation will be up in 1-2 days give or take...