A black Lincoln Navigator loomed over the sidewalk, casting a dark shadow in front of the discouraged blonde. Brittany slowly lifted her head from her laptop, there was no surprise when the passenger window rolled down revealing the dark haired boy. The dancer forced a weak smile then closed her laptop, putting it in her bag as she stood up.
It's okay B, calm down, he can't still be mad.
She allowed that to echo in her head as she walked towards the open window, she took a peek at her phone, it was 5:45 there was still time to make it to rehearsal. The blonde put on her best puppy dog pout and batted her eye lashes.
"Get your ass in the car" the voice was harsh and cold.
"Stop yelling" her eyes faded into a light grey as she looked around for anyone she knew. "I know you're upset, I-"
He interrupted a second time, but this time around he pulled out all the stops. The window rolled up and she could hear the door unlock. Once she heard the door slam, she backed away from the car. The blonde was soon face to face with one furious Isaac.
"I planned this whole trip for us and you're going to tell me you'd rather dance? Renting out an entire boat isn't cheap Britt!" he was pissed off and there was no stopping him when he got this way. The dancer was cornered, both metaphorically and literally, he backed her up against the brick wall that separated the courtyard of her apartment complex from the sidewalk.
She mentally scolded herself for not spending more time with him, she knew why he was pissed off and he had a right to be, she committed herself to him when she said yes years ago. She didn't know why things were getting so bad. Her eyes darted to the phone in her hands as he continued to rant. She had enough time to send Santana a text before he snatched it away. Her texting while he was trying to have a conversation only infuriated him more, causing him to raise his voice even more.