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Chapter 10: Bomb
The next day everyone pretty much slouches around. They all know Brittany's pregnant now, it was only a matter of time and we don't need to talk strategies for the interview, just be yourself and make them regret doing this to you. Same thing I've been doing all along, same thing all the tributes had been doing all along
"What am I wearing?" I ask Kurt when the clock hits six pm. He sighs and reaches over for a bag
"Requested by the president." He tells me, pulling out the dress. I gasp. So this is what happens when you cross President White, even if it wasn't your fault. It's the dress I wore when I came out to my grandmother.
"I can't wear that." I say bluntly, holding back tears. Mi Abuela died a few years ago, died hating me. I'm pretty sure she'd be delighted to see me in the games.
"You have to." Kurt says; the apology in his eyes. I bought that dress to come out to mi Abuela and I haven't worn it since. It's too full of memories.
"This isn't right." I sigh. I know I told the public about the dress in an interview for gay rights but I never thought it could be used against me like this.
"What isn't?"
"Everything." I say, knowing they all agree. I wipe away the tears I didn't even catch falling and get changed in the bathroom. When I come out they all gasp
"Santana you look stunning in that." Quinn tells me
"That was the idea." I sigh, sitting down, knowing Kurt wont protest this time. I can feel them all looking at me, waiting for me to break down in tears but my walls are already up. I'm back to the way I was in high school, broken.
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By the time I get to backstage at the interview all the other tributes are there. Quinn wasn't allowed to come with me this time, apparently last time the chaperones caused too many problems so I walk in alone. They turn to look at me and I can immediately tell they recognise the dress. Anyone who didn't see it live will have seen it whilst looking me up on the internet which is what most of them will have done. Bex and Leon walk up to me
"I can't believe he made you wear that." Bex says simply
"It can't be helped." I sigh "This is what happens when you're the figurehead of a rebellion."
"Well you look ridiculous!" Keira scoffs, turning away from me. I look around and see that a few others are also looking at me with disgust, another few with jealousy, others with anger but a few people shoot sympathetic looks at me as we line up to go onstage. May actually stops to straighten the heart necklace I'm wearing in an attempt to make the outfit slightly less like it was and looks straight into my eyes
"Make him pay." She says firmly and I nod, I'm not going down without a fight. When we get in and sit down I'm shocked to see that the host is still Rod Remington. I can't believe he's come back to the games, I've never hated him more than at that moment. I look around to see that most the other tributes are thinking the same thing and Owen even goes as far as to lean over to me and whisper in my ear
"What an asshole." I nod in agreement as Rod calls the first person up onto stage. They decided to do the interviews in a completely different order to the opening ceremony and I'm annoyed to find that as per usual I've drawn last place. I swear these people hate me. No, scratch that, they do. Of course, I'm mostly bitter because I have to follow up to all the brilliant things the others are saying. They're banned from saying what the games are but they sure are dropping a lot of hints.
"I just think that when America finds out what's going on it'll all have to stop so I don't get the point in this. I mean, by the time we're out people will already be lost." Keira starts off
"I don't get how this is legal." May comments
"This isn't fair!" Bex exclaims, almost standing out of her seat "They have no right to do this!" A few other people speak about being sad and disappointed in America and by the time it gets to me the audience are a mess. When I step up in the dress all sound stops though. They all recognise it. And I've never felt more exposed.
"So Santana," He starts "How are you feeling about the games?"
"Not very good actually." I tell him "My wife will certainly have fun explaining to our children why mummy isn't coming home." He raises his eyebrow and I know I've crossed the line but I don't care, it will make people feel guilty
"What about that dress you're wearing, that certainly seems familiar." I said I hated him earlier but I hate him even more now
"It probably is." I scowl
"Oh come on, give a guy a clue!" He jokes and I glare at him
"The president demanded that I wear it." I say bluntly, knowing that anyone out there who likes me or my work will know that it's a bad thing.
"Oh that's a shame." Oh look, he finally gets it
"I don't care. It was about time I wore it." I lie
"Okay then." His phone goes off and I can't help but gasp as he pulls it out. Um, hello, I have a time limit here. Trying to make people reconsider and cancel the games. As he looks at his text I realise the implications of going last. All the others have been lighting the fuse, they've been prepping it up but now I need to say something to make the bomb explode.
"So Santana I just heard a rumour that your little sister and by little I mean seventeen was seen buying pregnancy tests." I gasp, those sneaky bitches. "Any comments?"
"My sister is in a loving relationship with a girl." I say bluntly
"Then who were the tests for?" I sigh but then it hits me. The perfect thing to say.
"Brittany's pregnant." And just like that, the bomb explodes.
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