Alex Mercer's little sister, Katie Mercer, and Luke Patterson flirt 24/7. Everyone thinks its a joke, and it did start that way, but Katie can't help but think there's something...more behind the sly comments and secret cheek kisses. But before she...
"Well you can't say I didn't warn you." Willie says, as I sit down on his bed at the HGC.
"Its not like I did it on purpose. He grabbed my arm!" He shakes his head.
"You should have walked away."
"You shouldn't have brought me here."
"He owns my soul. If I don't do what he wants, he'll poof me out of existence. And soon, he'll do the same to you, unless you join his band, then he'll own you soul like me. I'm so sorry, Katie." He says sadly.
"Its fine. There was nothing either of us could've done."
I get up and walk back to Caleb's office.
"I'll join your band on one condition. You set Willie free." I say.
"You think you're in a negotiable position?" He asks, flicking his pointer finger in a quick, small, circular, motion in the air. He watches me, as I stand there, unfazed.
"What?" He asks, doing it again. He does it a few more times, looking completely confused. He tries one last time, then looks at me scared.
"H-how?" He asks.
"How, what?"
"Show me your arm." He holds out his hand.
I give him my arm and it confuses him even more to see the symbol still on my arm.
"Why isn't it working?" He asks.
"Hmm?" I ask.
"Why isn't what working?" He looks down into my eyes.
"Would you like to be a member of my band? Like a lead singer, alongside me? You would have your own songs at times, of course. You would have a room here, at the HGC, and you could go wherever do whatever you want outside of shows. What do you say?" He asks.
"Fine. But you are to never hurt Willie, understood?" I say, pointing a finger in his face.
"William? Of course." He holds his hands up in surrender, and I smile at his fear. Just 5 minutes ago, he was trying to inflict fear in me, and now, how the turntables. (iykyk)
I turn and walk back to Willie's room.
"Guess who's more powerful than Caleb and is now a valued lead singer in his band?" I say, bursting into the boy's room and putting up jazz hands.
