That fame belongs to ME.

Part 8

From the comments on the previous chapters, nobody has really understood Tren's character. Read between the lines and watch out for the things he does and says! It's not so obvious but work it out :D 

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Chapter 8

I didn't think it odd at all, at the time, that I longed for the attention of somebody I had only met less than a week ago. I was almost relying on his approval everyday. 

It had been a couple of days after the 'recording studio' incident that Tren approached with an important yet frightening question. It was so unexpected; we were having a mediocre conversation when it erupted into conversation. 

"No way! That's not the best band," I was arguing with Tren. It was one of our typical conversations that most people found a bore, however I appreciated this as it became our special thing. We often spent long hours conversating.

"Yes, you truly know nothing about music if you don't appreciate Coldplay." His words sounded stern yet simultaneously playful. I laughed in order to shrug off any serious note in this conversation.

"Coldplay are good but not as great as Oasis. Seriously, you know nothing about life if you don't appreciate them!" He sneered at my quick-witted response, almost in defeat.

"Can I have your number?" 

"Pardon?"

"Your number... Can I have it?" He repeated the question just rearranging the phrases. I blinked, hoping this wasn't a dream. How could this idealist be asking for my number? Shouldn't it be the other way around?

"Why?" I was afraid this was a joke so I wanted an explanation to clarify it was, in fact, authentic.

"I want to call you tonight," he replied- not phased by my enquiring nature. 

"Oh, sure," I said almost as a question. I carried on inspecting his facial expressions to see if there was any doubt.

"Well?" He interrupted the, what could be conceived like endless, minutes. 

"Well what?"

"Your number? Are you going to give it to me or what?" 

I sniggered, embarrassed. I slipped my phone out of my pocket and read out my number to him. Embarrassingly, I didn't know my number off my heart as it wasn't often that I told people it.  In fact, I didn't have more than a handful of contacts. My dad only bought it for me so I could keep in contact with him. 

"Thanks," he chuckled. I wondered what this chuckle could connote, but all doubt vanished when Tren leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I could feel blotches of red skin appearing on my face. His lips were soft against my skin. It felt luscious. It was the second time he had done this but it still felt new and vibrant to me. He slowly leaned out.

"Make sure you pick up the phone tonight. No matter what."

His voice rung through my ears as I watched him slowly glide out of the room, disappearing between the masses of people occupating the area. 

My heart felt fluttered as I rewound the images of what just happened. I think I was falling in love with him.

                                                                                       *******

"Emillie, Emillie!" 

I burst out of my daydream. I was so encapsulated in my thoughts that I didn't realise I was in a lesson. It was Maths, sadly. I wasn't very fond of the subject as I could never really comprehend what was going on.