(So, I noticed lately that people will always be like "well no one reviews my stories so they must hate it and there for I must delete it. No offence to you guys, but why the hell do you write? For yourself? Nope, for other people. Yes, getting reviews are great! But I'm not going to delete my story because I don't have the number of reviews that I wanted. Again no offence to people out there, but just write what you want, don't care what others think and just do what makes YOU happy. Sorry for the rant and here's the next chapter of The Story Of Us)
Warning – language is a little worse in this chapter ;)
(Skylar's POV)
I felt myself start to groggily come too, the first thing I notice was the absence of the hard ground beneath me, whatever I was on was actually quite soft. I tried to peal open my tired and drained eyes but I snapped them shut immediately when the sun shone brightly right into them. I mumbled profanities, that would have gotten me a nice pop in the mouth if my mom was here, as I once again tried to open my eyes. This time I succeeded, blinking rapidly as I tried to make out where I was, the familiar furniture and posters that filled the room bringing me to my conclusion, I was in my own dorm. How was that so? Didn't I pass out on the grass? Did someone move me? Who? Why not leave me there? The massive amount of questions that plagued my mind was quickly causing a migraine and I hung my head into my hands as I tried to rub away the pain. I pealed myself out of the soft sheets and padded over to my closet, noticing in the mirror that someone had stripped me of my jeans and shoes.
"Just great, whoever brought me here, stripped me. Fucking awesome" I muttered, grabbing another outfit randomly from my closet, which consisted of a black tank top, white skinny jeans, and my blue striped hoodie that had little blue devil horns on it. I fumbled into my blue high tops and cast a glance at the digital clock on my bedside table, the slightly dimmed green letters stating that it was two o-clock in the evening. Wasn't I studying on the quad at two? Another realization had me checking the calendar in urgency, breathing a large sigh of relief that I didn't have dance class today, I had been passed out since about three yesterday. I've never stayed out that long, I shook it off momentarily, I had bigger issues to deal with. Like figuring out who the hell carried me to my dorm and changed my clothes, I tried to ignore the tiny voice in my head that whispered things like, how sweet it was that the person wanted me to be comfortable while I was unconscious. I told that voice to shut the hell up and listened to the more rational voice that was pissed as hell that someone had taken my clothes off while I was knocked out. Something caught my attention from the corner of my eye and I swiveled in my step to see what it was, there was a small piece of paper lying on the pillow of my bed, how didn't I see that? I snatched it up furiously, cursing anyone who had the balls to leave a note when they practically molested me.
Hey beautiful,
First off, if you're wearing different clothes or missing any articles, it wasn't me.
I instantly breathed a sigh of relief, most of the anger drained away as I continued to read the small letter.
I figured you wouldn't want someone you didn't know undressing you.
Wasn't that the understatement of the century?
So, I left a note for Amy to make you more comfortable and check up on you, hope you feel better.
A small smile was starting to grace my features as I continued on, who was this? Why did they care so much?
PS, bring a water bottle next time you're out in the sun too long, I won't always be there to be your night and shining armor. Love, D.
"Who the fuck is D?" I wondered out loud, slightly angered by the last comment, I didn't need anyone to protect me or take care of me, especially not a guy. I had gathered a lot of proof in high-school that guys sucked.
Ex-boyfriend one,
Ex-boyfriend two,
Ex-boyfriend three,
After that I just gave up, guys were dicks, and all they cared about was 'getting some' if you know what I mean.
I crumpled up the note and threw it in the bedside trash can, trying to ignore the feeling in my gut that wanted me to pick it back up and put it on my night stand. I was raging a war in my head when the sound of the door opening frightened me so much I let out a small squeak and spun around to face whoever had broken me from my inner turmoil with wide eyes. It was just Amy, I breathed a sigh of relief as I stared over at the large blonde, a small giggle emanating from my chest as I threw myself back down on the bed.
"Finally sleeping beauty, I thought I was going to have to pour a bucket of hot sauce all over you to wake you up" She said with a large grin, handing me a small bag with a bagel in it, I shook my head dismissing it.
"Hot sauce?" I said, quirking an eyebrow amusedly.
She just shrugged, dismissing it with a simple statement of, "What else would you want to be covered in?"
I could only laugh as my head fell back against the mattress, silence filled the room as my laughter died down, a quick glance at Amy had me questioning what was happening in that bubbly head of hers, she looked like she was having a pretty big inner battle, "I know that feeling" I thought, sitting up and facing Amy with a small smile.
"Whatever is happening in that crazy head of yours, you can tell me about it" I said sincerely, patting the place on my bed in front of me in a gesture for her to come here, she smiled softly and took a seat in front of me. Looking almost hesitant as she asked.
"I need a favor"
I wasn't ready for the fact that, that very statement would change my life forever, and bring me something that I didn't think I would ever find. Family, Loyalty, Love. All three? Looking back on it I'm glad I chose what I did.
"Sure, what do you need?"
"Well, I take part in an a-cappela singing group called the Barden Bellas, and a spot opened up, and it would be a huge favor for me if you would sing with us" She said, glancing around nervously, which was weird for Amy, she was never nervous. She was always out-going and a little loud, now she was being quiet and the change in her demeanor was kind of frightening.
"Like sing, sing?" I asked hesitantly, I was fine with crowds and things. I never really got stage fright, but I wasn't very proud of my singing, it was just something I did when I was bored or worried. I never sung for sport, I didn't really think I was that good. Some of my friends had complemented me on it when I sang in front of them, but that's what friends do right? They bullshit you to make you feel better?
"Yes, it's a-cappela so it's a little hard, but I mean we really need to fill the spot before Regionals" Amy said, her eyes almost pleading as they bore into me.
"I'll think about it" I said slowly, not really sure what my answer was, it was something I needed to think about.
"Oh please please please! Skylar it would mean a lot to me!" Amy begged, yanking on my arm softly as she begged.
"I don't know Amy, I've never sung for people before, I don't even think I'm that good" I said softly.
"Show me, sing something" She said, swinging her arms out in an arch motion.
I racked my brain trying to figure out a song, I knew a few classics but I was more into rock and hip-hop. I stayed silent for a few moments before a song came into my head, I sighed softly before starting the chorus.
Now you in a corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love, for a second you were here
Now you over there, it's hard not to stare the way you moving
Your body, like you never had a love, never had a love
You had a lot of dreams that transform to visions
The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions
But it wasn't your fault, wasn't in your intentions
You the one here talking to me, you don't wanna listen
I sighed softly, shutting my mouth, Amy stared at me with a slight awe and understanding look that made me have to look away, I wasn't anywhere near that good. She opened and closed her mouth a few seconds before she grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eye with a look of determination,
"You are great, and the Bellas need you" She said sternly, shaking my shoulders softly.
I looked around the room awkwardly before casting a look back at her, "If I say yes will shut up about it" I said, looking down at my paint chipped nails.
She literally screamed, like screamed, I covered my ears with a grimace. Slapping my hands over her mouth in an attempt to muffle the loud high pitched wails. Finally she stopped screaming and she pulled me into a bone crushing hug, muttering "thank you" again and again. I let out a small laugh and hesitantly patted her on the back.
"You're welcome Amy" I said sincerely.
"Okay" She said pulling back from the hug, "I need to take you to meet Aubrey"
The way she said it made me think I was meeting the queen or something, I nodded stiffly, straightening out my shirt as I stood up. She stood with me, pointing me in the right directions as we walked, I could feel the nervousness coming off her in waves and it was making me very uncomfortable. She pushed open the rusty door to the gym and I followed behind her hesitantly, noticing as soon as I walked in that there was like nine sets of eyes on me, suddenly I was feeling slightly nervous. The way most of them was staring was normal, the hair and the piercings (Snakebites) were a little much to handle, but one of them was out right glaring and I had my fingers crossed hoping that she wasn't Aubrey.
No such luck.
"Aubrey, this is Skylar Grey" Amy said, introducing me to the blonde haired lady who had been glaring at me since I walked in the door, her arms crossed tightly across her chest and a permanent scowl on her face.
"Can you sing?" Aubrey asked sternly, that grimace on her face was going to cause serious worry lines on her face.
"Karma bitch" I thought, stifling the laugh that wanted to come out as I answered all of her questions, and trust me, she asked a lot. By the time she was done I thought that I had been questioned by the FBI, she told me to take a seat in the back and I did so while muttering things along the lines of "Crawl in a well—bitch—asshole" I noticed that there was two pairs of eyes on me that were staring at me like an actual normal person, one of them was a Caucasian girl with long dark brown hair, she had a spike in her right ear and her sense of clothing was alternative with a little rock mixed in. The other was a small Korean girl that I instantly recognized as the girl who helped me carry my bags when I first got here. I gave each of them a polite smile and sat quietly, listening to Aubrey or as I liked to nickname her 'Queen Bitch' talk about the plans and routines. When time rolled around to actually get up and practice the routines I was pretty excited, dancing was what came naturally to me.
Boy, was I disappointed.
The set sucked and when I say sucked, I mean sucked. It was one of the worst sets I've ever done, who the hell even came up with this monstrosity? A blind guy? I was seriously starting to re-think agreeing to do this, could it get any worse? It did. When they brought out the uniforms my face took on a bright red color, and a small gasp slipped from my lips.
"What the fuck is that thing?" I asked, covering my eyes as I felt my retinas burning just looking at it.
"It's your uniform" Aubrey said, clenching her teeth in a very painful grimace. Damn, if looks could kill, they would be scraping me off the walls.
I rolled my pale blue orbs and grabbed the uniform bag from her hand, god, it burned just touching it. I folded it over my arm and walked behind Amy as we all dispersed and went our separate ways, Amy came to a stand next to me as we made our way to our dorms, I was waiting for her take yell or bitch about not taking Aubrey seriously or something but she thankfully stayed quiet. When we reached our dorm she surprised me by giving me a short hug, my shock must have shown on my face because she quickly explained.
"Thank you for doing this, and I'm sorry about Aubrey, she can be a bit much" Amy said, her face twisting into a slight grimace at the end.
"Guess I'm not the only who doesn't really like 'Queen Bitch'" I thought, chuckling softly as I gave a slight nod to Amy before walking into our room, I instantly plopped myself down on my bed, wanting to take a small nap. It was already getting dark and I was seriously getting tired. It seems that wouldn't be possible for as soon as I started to drift off I was rudely awakened by my phone buzzing loudly in my pocket. I fumbled around lazily in my pocket, plucking my phone out and seeing what had made it buzz.
1 unread message.
Hey Skylar, Its lily. Be ready for the Riff-Off at 8, old drained pool over by lot 7.
"What the fuck is a Riff-Off" I wondered out loud, my thoughts were answered as Amy came out of her closet freshly showered and looking ready to go out. She must have left and gone down to the shower room as soon as I got back.
"The Riff-Off is a competition between the groups, it goes by category and its pretty touch and go but you have to match a song with your opponent that still fits in the category" She said, throwing her hair up into a ponytail.
"Sounds complicated" I said, standing up and walking over towards my closet to get ready, I didn't have time to go to the shower room but I could freshen up in our small dorm bathroom. I grabbed a black half top, my black cargo pants with the zippers and chains down the front, and my black combat boots. Paring it with my studded belt that had 'Fuck' on it in large letters. I softly ran a brush through my hair, getting rid of all the knots. I set my clothes on the toilet seat and started my make-up first, doing a smokey eye look with black and adding silver eye liner. I pulled on my half top carefully, trying not to mess up my make-up, sliding my cargo pants up my long legs and pulling on a pair of socks. I laced up my boots quickly, running a brush through my hair once more before deeming myself ready. I walked out of the small bathroom, doing a spin for Amy to show her my outfit, I laughed softly as she wolf whistled. It was nice having Amy around, having someone to talk to, it made college life a lot easier. We set out for lot 7, walking quickly so we weren't late getting there, it was almost eight now.
When we got there it couldn't help but smile a little, it looked like a lot of fun, despite the ominous text from Lily. I was helped down into the pool by a cute looking freshman, he had dirty blonde hair and green eyes, his charming smile could make any girl melt. Too bad I wasn't any girl. I walked over to the Bellas, giving a wave to Lily and Becca, I ignored the glare I was getting from Aubrey, she must have not appreciated my outfit.
"Sorry princess, I like my style the way it is" I muttered, receiving another eye piercing glare which I returned with a sickly sweet smile. When the competition started I stayed in the back, helping out vocally when it was our turn but other than that I wasn't really participating. The 80's weren't really my thing, but when the next category came up I could help the smirk that stretched across my face.
Songs about sex.
Now sex I could do, rap and hip-hop pretty much lived and breathed sex. The moves and the songs, it was all about how aroused you could make someone on stage while still staying appropriate, so to speak. I joined in whole-heartedly while Cynthia Rose and Stacy did S&M, watching as they battled it out with the Trebles. They went back and forth but when Stacy got interrupted again I knew it was my chance.
Let's talk about sex baby, let's talk about you –
I ran over, the wind blowing my pink and blonde dyed hair. Shocking everyone as I stopped him mid lyric, no one knew who I was, most of the crowd waited with bated breath to see what would happen, and then I opened my mouth.
You ain't know she get lower than a muffler
Even with her girlfriends show stopping with a hustler
The way she move her body she might see the Maserati
She wanna put it on me tryna show me her tsunami
She make it hard to copy always tight and never sloppy
And got her entourage and her own paparazzi
Now there she go again riding through the stormy weather
You better button up if you wanna go get her
'Cause it is what it is, everybody wanna love her
But when she pop it, boy, you better run for cover
I rapped, some of the Bellas that knew the song joined in to help me. I stunned everyone as I slowly moved towards the Treble I had interrupted, I think his name was Donald, at least that's what the other one was saying as he tried to pull him away from me. I threw in a couple dance moves, pulling a few cheers from the crowd as I took my time to really study Donald. His dark tanned skin obviously stated that he was of Indian heritage, I couldn't tell what color his eyes were under his think rimmed glasses, which were obviously for looks and not for actual use. His body from what I could tell was toned and lean, which is what I liked, I didn't really like big muscly guys.
She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me wanna do it all night long
Going hard when they turn the spotlights on
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
A mighty cyclone
When two of the other Trebles stepped up to interrupt me Donald stopped them, literally, both hands on their chests and stopped them. His face held no emotion, maybe a little bit of awe, he seemed almost impressed with my set. Which for some reason made my stomach tingle weirdly, I tried to ignore that feeling. When I was close to ending the song I knew how I was going to end it, a way I could end it and make sure that we won and that I wasn't going to be forgotten any time soon. I swaggered my way towards him, my chest almost touching his as I finished out the song, his warm breath was spraying on my face and I couldn't help the small smirk that stretched on my lips. I tried to ignore the glares that I could feel penetrating the back of my head, I didn't have to guess to know who they were coming from.
Shawty got looks and shawty got class
Shawty got hips and shawty got ass
As soon as the word ass left my lips I dropped down into a squat, grabbing onto his shirt and using it to pull myself back up. It intentionally rubbed my hips against his and I couldn't help the feeling of warmth that spread into my stomach as I came face to face with him. Breathing heavily as we stared at each other, his breathing had picked up as well but for an entirely different reason as mine.
"Hey beautiful" He whispered, his eyes flickering down to my lips, I licked my lips softly, watching as his eyes followed my tongue. I knew by the sound of footsteps that Aubrey was coming to pull me away from him, I knew why, on the way over Amy had informed me of the rule about not having sex with the Trebles. To me it was a dumb rule, I mean have you looked at them, half of them could be Calvin Kline models.
I backed away slowly, feeling Aubrey's hand on my arm. I kept my eyes locked with Donald's, what he said finally clicked in my head. His voice, I had heard it before.
"Stay with me beautiful"
His voice echoed in my head, my eyes widening in recognition, it was him, he was the one that helped me when I fainted. The note, it made sense now.
Love, D
My Good Samaritan, my stranger.
He was Donald.
Hope you liked this chapter, it was the longest chapter yet! Hope no one hated how it differed from the one-shot, most of it stayed the same but some of the facts were different.