Chaos part 8
Anna’s POV
By the time Anna and Abby returned with the food, the rest of the cast had gathered in the rehearsal lounge. Dre and Britt had just come back from wherever they had disappeared to, and Sam and Adrianna were half-asleep on the couch watching something on Adrianna’s phone.
“Food’s here!” Abby called, setting the bags down on the table.
That got Sam’s attention. She sat up so fast that she almost knocked Adrianna’s phone out of her hands.
“Oh, thank God,” Sam groaned. “I was this close to passing out.”
Adrianna stretched beside her, amused. “You did pass out.”
Sam opened her mouth to argue, then closed it. “…Fair point.”
Britt peeked into the bag. “Please tell me you got the extra fries.”
Anna, still feeling weirdly flustered from the walk back, quickly busied herself pulling out everyone’s orders. “Yeah, yeah, calm down. We didn’t forget.”
Dre grabbed her sandwich, looking way too smug as she sat next to Anna.
Anna narrowed her eyes. “…What?”
Dre grinned. “Nothing.”
Anna sighed, already regretting her life choices.
Everyone started eating, the room filling with conversation and the occasional argument over who stole whose fries. The dynamic was comfortable, but Anna could barely focus.
She kept sneaking glances at Abby, who was way too relaxed across from her, laughing at something Britt had said.
Anna, meanwhile, felt like her brain was melting.
She was so distracted that she didn’t even notice when Dre leaned over.
“You good?” Dre asked in a low voice.
Anna jumped. “I’m fine!”
Dre squinted. “Yeah. Super convincing.”
Anna shot her a look. “Not. A. Word.”
Dre smirked, but—for now—let it go.
Lunch had ended, and most of the cast had started heading back to rehearsing the first couple songs.
But Anna?
Anna dragged Dre into a corner the second they were alone.
“I’m losing my mind,” she whispered.
Dre, already entertained, leaned against the wall. “Yeah, I got that.”
Anna ran a hand through her hair, frantic. “Abby asked me on a date.”
Dre’s eyes lit up. “NO.”
“Yes.”
“NO.”
“Yes!”
Dre grabbed her shoulders. “OH MY GOD.”
Anna groaned. “Dre, what do I do?”
Dre blinked. “Uh, go on the date?”
“You’re not helping.”
Dre grinned. “Oh, I am helping. Because this is hilarious.”
Anna glared. “I hate you.”
Dre beamed. “No, you don’t.”
Anna groaned, covering her face. “This is a disaster.”
Dre just laughed. “No, babe. This is fantastic.”