"All I'm saying is that you and I both know you're gonna sit there for three hours staring at bitches who can't even do a split and you're gonna crack," Annelise decided to offer in a bored tone, inspecting her nails. Since she was not a cheerleader and was not going to waste her day away by waiting for Chantal and any of her Royals to get done with the try-outs, she was considering hitting up one of the spas. It was close to her second time going since she typically went to a spa twice a month - once at the beginning of the month and then at the end. With her not speaking to her mother, she figured retail therapy before a spa treatment sounded great. Chantal bit back a remark as she continued focusing on cooking. She loved Annelise, she truly did, but the girl was not helping. Chantal didn't ask for her opinion, didn't need it if it meant Chantal had to listen to being told who she was as a person or how slow her patience was. Annelise didn't know everything about everyone, not even Chantal. "Which is why I'm surprised you didn't listen to me and just let Deanna be captain, or at least co-captain. It makes a little sense," Annelise continued, ignoring her best friend's obviously tense form. "Not that she's that much better, but we both know you. You'd probably send half of those girls home crying before you reach the half hour mark." At that point, Chantal paused in the middle of preparing her batter for baked French toast to glare at the Rothschild.
"Can you chill for five damn seconds?" She snapped and turned back to the concoction in the large silver bowl, not catching the cool look of admonishment on Annelise's face. Luckily for the two, since it was too early for them to get into an argument, another one of the home's chefs came out to bring Annelise's plate of warm food. Her Belgian waffle consisted of almond milk being mixed with SlenderBlend protein supplement powder before being added to the batter. Annelise had started SlenderBlend last year, opting for the Glow Collection since it spoke to what she felt like she needed. Digging in, her gaze bore a heated hole in Chantal's back and the singer steadily ignored it. Again, Annelise didn't know everything and the truth of the matter was that Chantal was typically nicer to those younger than herself. She remembered being a freshman and the anxiety that had come with auditioning and working with upperclassmen. So, she had already invested her thoughts into being just a bit nicer. Still blunt since everyone needed a bout of honesty, but with encouragement if given the right attitude by the girls that came. And Annelise adding that Deanna could have been captain was just another thorn in her side. That had been the debate the coach had been internally having, she had admitted. Eventually, Chantal's dedication, the fact that she choreographed so many of their routines in the last few years (including the one that brought them the championship last year), and the fact that she had been so passionate about her craft led to the final decision. Deanna could have been up for captain, but Chantal deserved it and she didn't need anyone reminding her that it could have been the other way around.
Christian smirked at the text from Casper, which hadn't taken long to be received considering the time. Again, Christian himself wasn't typically awake, but he had stayed over at Allison's place last night and needed to leave. Like, quick and in a hurry. The girl had already seemed like the type to get attached easily and had proven it yesterday, and Christian bailed before she even woke up. Was it fair? Probably not. Did he care? Honestly, not really.
To: Casper
Cool. Gonna be playing video games.
Checking a few messages from his father stating that he and Chantal's mom were staying in Calabasas with a friend, Christian had just stepped into the narrow hallway and sensed a presence only to see Cherry. "Sup, Cherry? Love the summer tan, by the way," he commented offhandedly, eyes returning to his phone for a second to respond to his mother before focusing back on the blonde. His eyes fell for a second, noticing the absence of a tiny person. "Surprised your Wonder Twin's not with you. The girls are in the kitchen." It was a moment of silence afterwards, and just a bit awkward since Cherry was convinced that she needed to keep what they had a secret. Which was pretty wise since Chantal would kick his ass if she found out, but Chris liked playing with fire and in pursuit of walking past her, he also stopped so that he could whisper in Cherry's ear. "And if you get a little bored, you know where my room is." Winking at the glare she was sure to give him, Christian only smirked and kept on forward in pursuit of playing a video game as he waited for his omelet.
Two seconds later, Annelise had turned around to see the blonde. Christian had basically announced her presence when he said that she and Chantal were in the kitchen. The brunette simply smirked before righting herself in her stool, crossing her legs and digging her fork into a fluffy piece of waffle while announcing, "Awww, look. Polly Pocket's here. And look, she's even dressed like the one I had when I was five." Annelise even tossed an amused sneer over her shoulder to boot, not seeing Chantal's frown. However, the singer didn't take too long in glaring at the queen bee. Instead, she smiled, running her hands under warm water to get batter off her fingers. Drying them off on a stray towel, she immediately made her way over to the blonde and pulled her into a tight hug, exclaiming, "Best friend!" She hadn't seen Cherry nearly as much all summer. In fact, Chantal had barely seen anyone other than Christian and Annelise all summer considering her hectic schedule and above a good number of people, Chantal did miss Cherry a lot. And Isabella. Pulling away, she dragged the blonde into the connected kitchen and dining room, releasing her once the got to the island that Annelise sat at. "Btw, we seriously need to catch up, but is there anything you want to drink? Mimosa? Orange juice? Coffee?" Of course, at this point, Cherry was welcome to just raid the house, but that never stopped Chantal from being a hostess. It was just something her Mama had instilled in her.