This chapter is dedicated to NerdAlertzAJ and JovieBlack, thanks for the reviews guys.
(Donald's POV)
I hadn't meant to watch her dance, hell I hadn't even meant to find her, I was just making my way towards the Treble house and I remembered that I had to pick up some stuff for the upcoming set, and the stuff was in the auditorium. I don't remember much after that, all I know is I was mesmerized, yes, the famous ladies' man of a-capella was mesmerized. The small blonde on stage in her too big wife beater that was cut jaggedly and her camouflage cargo pants that made her ass look 'oh so fine', it was like someone was pulling my heart through my stomach, and that wasn't a pleasant feeling. The way she moved on stage, her moves were hip-hop but I couldn't help but feel that they moved smoother then ballet. She panted heavily as the song came to an end and I began to wonder how much time had passed while I stood in the back, watching her move like some love sick puppy. That was not who I was, I was Donald Keller Ramsey, ladies' man, beat-boxer, rapper, and Treble-Maker. I needed to pull myself together before I did something stupid, like profess my love for her and ask her to be my girlfriend, the very thought made me shiver. I sighed heavily as she exited the stage and all but ran through the doors, not even pausing to cast a glance at me, she had gotten into the dance program and I was slightly frightened by the small feeling of joy that was bubbling in my stomach, was I happy she got in? I didn't even know the girl, and yet I had no say over what my mind was doing as it subconsciously replayed the sight of her dancing over and over in my head. The way she moved those hips, it was like she was born to dance, and maybe she was. Fixing my hooded sweat shirt, I threw my hood up and walked outside into the pouring rain, the rain pelted against my skin uncomfortably and made me walk faster towards the Treble house. I didn't care about the stuff I needed to get, Bumper could drag his lazy ass here and get the stuff himself. I had a bigger situation to deal with.
I think I was developing feelings for the hip-hop queen.
(Skylar's POV)
I practically ran my way back to the dorms, not even caring that I was getting soaked with rain, I was so happy I was almost skipping as I made my way up the stairs in Franklin Hall. The wide smile was yet to leave my face as I busted through my room door, slamming it shut behind me and doing this crazy mixture of a seizer and the Harlem shake as I screamed at the top of my lungs. I had made it in! Everything I had been dreaming for since I was ten years old was coming true. I didn't know what to do with myself, I turned and looked to the other side of my room, and sure enough there was Amy. Looking at me with a wide and knowing smile.
"I'm guessing the auditions went well" She said, looking back down at the magazine that she held in her lap, holding a doughnut in the other hand.
"I'm in!" I screamed, once again breaking out in some crazy dance, this time a little more controlled and I did some of my hip-hop routine.
"I see why, damn your moves are hot, bitch!" She exclaimed, sitting up and pushing the Australian magazine away from her and onto the floor, I didn't care enough to pick it up.
I laughed softly as I threw my bag onto the bed, grabbing a pair of fuzzy black and red sleeping shorts, pairing it with a black tank top. I told Amy I was going to shower and quickly made my way towards the dormitory showers, I wasn't exactly a fan of showering with other girls, even if there was a curtain in between. It wasn't because I wasn't comfortable in my body, it was just I didn't like everyone seeing what I had to offer. It made it even worse that it was co-ed showers, talk about awkward. I softly padded my way into the shower room, having kicked off my shoes back in my room, there wasn't really a point to wear shoes when I lived like six feet from the shower hall. I pushed back the shower curtain, trying to ignore the sound of the water running in the stall down from mine, I didn't want to know who was in the room with me. Turning on the water and adjusting it to the right temperature, I stepped under the spray of streaming liquid, the hot water relieving the ache in my muscles from dancing. I loved hip-hop dance, but it was a bitch on the muscles, I always needed some kind of massage. It wasn't like I could do what I did in high school and go to the local mall every Friday and get a free massage. I started to hum slightly to a tune that was stuck in my head, I couldn't give a shit if the person in the next stall didn't like it, today was the best day of my life and if I wanted to sing, by god I was going to sing. Singing had been something I enjoyed as a hobby, dance always came first, but singing was something I did to get my mind off things, or when I was frustrated that I couldn't get a routine right. By the time I got to the chorus of the song, I was full on singing at the top of my lungs.
You are beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring you down...oh no
You are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring you down, oh, no
So don't you bring me down today...
I was too far in the song, or should I say my head. To hear the water shut off in the stall down from mine, or hear their footsteps as they came closer to my shower, eager to hear me sing some more. Had I known, I would have picked a cooler song. I liked Christina Aguilera a lot but she wasn't really my genre, I was into rap mostly, and anything with a hard core beat, I wasn't sure why that song was in my head.
And everywhere we go
(and everywhere we go)
The sun will always shine
(the sun will always, always shine)
And tomorrow we might wake on the other side…
I shut off the water, slightly frightened by the sound of footsteps hauling ass out of the room, but I shrugged it off as someone being late, by the time I was toweled off and dressed it was already dark outside. Walking back to my dorm in the middle of the night by myself, not my best plan. Why the hell didn't I bring that rape whistle, or at least the knife I usually keep in my bra? Is it weird to keep a knife in your bra? No, I don't think so.
The wind chilled my slightly wet skin as I made a break for the sidewalk, goose bumps raised on my arms as the wind made the trees creak and groan. I usually loved scary places and scary things, but today was the best day of my life and I really didn't feel like getting raped on the way to my dorm. Finally making it to my building and breaking a small sigh of relief as I trudged my tired body up the stairs, my eyes already blurring softly as I pushed open my door. I tossed my shower bag to the floor and my body hit the bed with a loud thump, Amy was already asleep and I was too by the time my head hit the pillow. I went to sleep with a smile on my face, for the first time in a long time, I was actually happy. Maybe just maybe, things were looking up for me.
(Amy's POV)
I grudgingly opened my eyes, pulled from my slumber by the annoying sound of my phone buzzing on the bed side table, the annoying vibration moving the phone across the wood in an extremely annoying sound. I plucked my phone from the table and flipped it open, squinting as I tried to read the screen, my eyes still foggy from sleep.
1 unread message.
It was from a number I didn't recognize, and it wasn't in my contacts, I hesitantly opened the text, my demeanor quickly changing from scared to shock to downright amazement.
"The Barden Bellas need Skylar Grey, ASAP."
(AN- hope you guys liked this chapter, and who was listening to her sing in the shower? Who sent the text to Amy? Stick around for the next chapter of The Story Of Us. ;) and for any confusion, Skylar transferred in the middle of the year, so everyone is already been in the bellas for a while, the fall mixer has already happened. Also the song she sings is Beautiful- Christina Aguilera )