The Curse of Pepsi Lane [English version of The Witch and the Playboy]

Chapter 39 - Defying the Bro Code

PEPSI'S POV

Sierra looks like a fuming dragon as she seethes at my words. "You know what? Fuck you."

Then suddenly, my body stiffens as a surge of anger starts to fill me from the inside out.

In a flash, I stick the nasty bubblegum on her hair as an act of petty revenge. A triumphant smirk creeps my lips seeing Sierra's eyes widen in shock.

She screeches at the top of her lungs while striding furiously towards me but Cara immediately jumps in between us, blocking Sierra from coming close.

"We're not done yet, you bitch. You better watch your back." She hisses icily.

"Really?" I place my hand on my chest for dramatic effect. "I'm so scared!"

"Sierra, it's time," Jessica suspiciously says as she pulls Sierra away from us. What the hell is that all about?!

I grab Cara by the arm and drag her to where they had disappeared.

Someone turns the music up as Sierra makes her way to the front. She sways and dances sexily, dropping into a squat while biting her lips and smiling at the rapt attention she's receiving.

The onlookers erupted into loud cheers, whistling and making comments about how sinfully hot she is. It's clear that everyone is enjoying the shameless display. I, on the other hand, find it hard to focus because of my doubling vision. I feel like I'm about to throw up any second now.

"Damn, she's really a good dancer," Cara says with a nod. "No wonder people look up to her when it comes to cheerleading and dancing."

Her words are making my ears bleed. "You call that dancing? Please. She's literally just dry humping the freaking floor. I'm so much better than her," I reply in a loud voice. 

Wait, why did I say that?

Cara stares at me like I'm a freaking ghost or something. Her lips tremble before she breaks into laughter.

"Girl, you're so cute when you're drunk!" She's still laughing hysterically.

Before I know it, the music dies down to signal the end of Sierra's provocative dance number.

"Wow! That was one sizzling hot performance by none other than our very own, Sierra! Give it up for our goddess!" The DJ says, eliciting a round of happy cheers from the listening crowd, "And now, for the next performance..."

Then, the spotlights shift directly right onto me, blinding me for a second. What's going on?

"Look what we have here... a special request asking for Pepsi's intermission number! Come on girl, do the honor!" The DJ asks over the mic.

Standing beside him are Blaze and Sierra, who are both sporting the same wicked smile on their faces.

Everyone starts to chant my name in unison, "Pepsi! Pepsi! Pepsi!" 

These assholes, I swear to God...

"Pepsi, you don't have to, okay? Let's just go home." Cara says worriedly while tugging on my elbow.

My lips form into a knowing smirk. They clearly have no idea that my mom was an amazing dancer and I myself briefly studied ballet when I was a kid.

I scoff, "Watch me." I throw her a wink and catch the surprised look on her face when she sees me walking up the stage.

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JAKE'S POV

My mouth is still hanging wide open even after Pepsi's spontaneous performance. It's like I was put under a spell, only managing to snap out of my trance when I saw her almost stumbling on her feet as she steps down the platform.