best years ✰ l.p.

Chapter 13- Stupid Fucking Boys- 2

A/N: It's been awhile...I may or may not have been reading the Harry Styles fanfic Duplicity instead of working on getting the next chapter out but we're just gonna pretend that didn't happen.

Chapter 13- Stupid Fucking Boys- 2

Word Count- 1458

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11:00. Still nothing. "Dahlia, where are they?", Flynn asked frantically. "I can only stall for so long. It's 11:00, I think you should just play it by yourself. I mean holograms or no holograms, you'll be amazing."

"I can't. They know how important this is. They'll be here. They have to."

Flynn sighed and walked back on stage. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me.

"Issues?" I turned to see Ethan.

"Always.", I said as he sat down. "The machine won't work." He began to pick it up. "You don't have to", I said frantically, knowing full well the only 'issue' was that the machine wasn't plugged in. He began wrapping up the cord until he reached the end.

"Here's your problem.", he said plugging it into the extension cord. He flipped the switch on the machine and it lit up. Once he saw the look on my face, he switched it off. "Unless you didn't want it plugged in." He stood up and held out his hand. I took it and he pulled me up.

"Hey don't let the crowd freak you out. What I heard the first time you sang, was insane. You got this." I smiled at him. "I knew you had it in you.", he said walking onto the stage. My smile quickly faded.

"Wait, what?!"

"Hey everybody! We fixed the hologram thing.", he shouted into the mic. Everyone cheered. "Now, give it up for y/b/n (your band name)!" The cheers got louder.

Fucking hell I'm screwed.

Ethan motioned me onto the stage. I walked out awkwardly and took the mic from him.

"Uh, hi.", I said. People laughed lightly. "So, here's the thing. Even though we got the machine fixed, thanks to Ethan, I can't seem to link up with the band. Wifi am I right?" I felt horrible.

"I'm sorry, but...I'm gonna have to cancel." Everyone looked at each other confused. Carrie walked onto the stage. "Anybody know the heimlich? Dahlia's choking.", she said looking at me.

I should've figured that whole nice thing was an act. Mental note, never let your guard down around Carrie.

"Only one way to save this dance.", she said. "Who wants to see my new group, Dirty Candy?" The crowd cheered. Carrie reached for the knob. Flynn grabbed it and pulled it off. "Oops, knob's broken.", she said.

"Fine. Two can play at this game.", Carrie said, turning back to the crowd. "Party at my house!", she shouted. Everyone cheered again and began to exit the gym. Carrie picked up the mic and dropped it in front of us before walking to the end of the stage. She held out her hand and Nick helped her down. That's when I noticed Ethan. He gave me a disappointed look before walking out the door with the couple.

I felt terrible. Then angry. How could the boys bail on me like this? They knew how important music is to me. How could they do this?

*****

Flynn and I sat on the gym floor popping balloons. "I can never show my face at this school again.", I said.

"That's what we get for depending on boys."

I sighed. "I don't know if I should be mad or worried."

"Definitely mad. But hey, I'm gonna go get us some ice cream from the cafeteria. Fools gave me the keys.", she said holding them. She stood up. "What do you want?"