The Girl Group

08

Kyle's POV

After my chat with Joey I had decided to pay a visit to the dancer's dressing room because I was getting a bit agitated in ours. I wasn't in the mood to listen to Tess as she talked about what was going on back home.

She tried telling me that my family went over to her parents house for dinner the other night. She tried telling me that my mom and dad wanted to speak with me. She tried telling me that my mom missed me. She tried telling me that my mom might actually care, but I didn't care.

I didn't care about a damn word that she, or either of them, had to say. They had thirteen years to talk to me, but they didn't. Instead they neglected me, treated me like shit and shut me down.

Now since this entire opportunity, they all of the sudden want to talk to me? I don't think so. I've ignored their phone calls, deleted texts, blocked them from video chat. I've cut them out of my life.

They can talk about how they want to speak to me all day long, but there is nothing to talk about.

I walked the halls with heavy steps. Realizing my expression had fallen into a scowl, I immediately thought of happy moments.

I thought of the girl's and I's time at the Xfactor. I thought of the day we got signed and got Collin as part of our team. I thought of the day we made a mess of our kitchen trying to make strawberry smoothies.

I even thought of Joey, and the first day we met when I fell on top of him. Then, I remembered that he had asked me to rehearse with him and that greatly lifted my spirits back up.

Kyle was back.

I walked into the dressing room with a shy smile on my face, there was no need for me to type in a code do to the fact that the door was held wide open by a chair.

I'm not going to lie and say that I wasn't the slightest bit disappointed when Joey wasn't in the room. The good thing was that Raven was present, so at least I could still hang with him.

After adjusting my skirt, I plopped down next to Raven, who was watching Derek in front of him playing FIFA.

"Hey," He greeted with a warm smile, nudging my shoulder with his. "Best Friend."

"Hey back, Best Friend." I giggled.

"So what's up?" Raven asked, leaning back into the couch and placing his arm across the top, lightly brushing my exposed shoulders. Involuntarily, I felt a subtle and ticklish shiver run down my spine.

"Well nothing, I just wanted to hang out. I'm gettin' sick of those girls." I scrunched my nose in mock disgust as Raven laughed, his eyes glossed over in an amused haze.

"Well, what do you want to do?"

I placed my hand under my chin as I thought about it. What did I wanna do? There wasn't really a lot to do here, I mean all we could really do was rehearse with Romero and we did for about 5 hours like every day. We also technically couldn't go out without toying with the probability of being mobbed by our fans or paparazzi either...

Wait a minute...

Suddenly, my face lit up and a huge smirk spread across my lips. I turned to Raven, ready to share he details of my marvelous, newborn plan. His brows were pulled low over his eyes as he watched me expectantly.

I got it.

"Let's mess with the paps."

***

Although in theory it sounded fun, the physical execution portion may have been a bad idea on my part.

Raven and I had snuck out of the venue, completely avoiding just about every security guard we saw. I am actually surprised it was that easy. You would think with just One Direction in the building there would be a bit more security to make sure no one got in or, hypothetically, out.