The Rockstar's Daughter- COMPLETE

dinner disasters...

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I was basically floating on air as I walked away from Noah and back to Missy and Ricky in catering, poking at a strawberry in my fruit bowl the moment I sat back down.

I didn't look up at them for a few seconds, but once I did, I had an innocent look on my face.

"What?"

"Don't 'what?' us. Spill."

I smirked at Ricky's persistence and bit my lip a little before looking over Missy's shoulder at Noah.

He was already watching me and when our eyes connected, the wink he sent me had my face on fire.

Missy looked back and the second she did, Noah was once again focused on his taquitos, his head down as Missy turned back to look at me, a look of suspicion casting upon her face.

"What happened, Fox? And don't say nothing happened, 'cause all three of us know you can't lie to us for shit."

I opened my mouth to respond, but the challenging look on Missy's face made me rethink my words.

"Noah and I... understand each other. We're friends..."

I watched as he got up to grab a soda, smiling like an idiot as he began crossing the room. He winked once again right before he passed Missy and Ricky, who were both wondering who I was ogling.

They finally saw him when he passed our table and Ricky let out a teasing smile and chuckle before he spoke.

"Understand each other... wanna fuck each other: same thing."

I opened my mouth and scoffed a little, trying to hide the grin that was sure to follow. Ricky wasn't that far off, but I wasn't ready to let it all out yet.

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"Uhh, it's under Connors, party of eight."

"Ahh, yes, perfect. Right this way, everyone."

After Winston got us checked in, we all followed the host to our large round table near the back of the Italian restaurant.

We all decided to go out after the show for one last dinner together before our break, and after a few minutes of going back and forth, we all decided on Italian.

I sat between Missy and Ricky, with Noah all the way on the other side of the table, directly across from me.

Why are you sooooo far? 😩😢🥺
-n.

It's just for dinner, Dork. You'll be fine. 😘
-s.

Noah was smiling at his phone, his thumbs rapidly moving as he responded, only to stop when the server introduced herself.

"Hey, everyone! How are we tonight? My name is--"

"Ava."

They said it at the same time, just as Noah lifted his head, disregarding his phone as he stared up at the blonde girl that was standing near Winston on the other end of the table.

They stared at each other for a moment, an awkward tension wafting over the table that was only heightened when Ava began tearing up, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry. I have to..."

She turned and ran from the table before she could finish her sentence, leaving Missy and Ricky both confused as to who she was and what the hell was going on.

The boys had all known her from high school and knew exactly who she was, so they knew why she ran, but I was the only one at the table who had to hide the shock I felt when he ran after her.

I couldn't believe it; it had barely been half a fucking day since we kind of, sort of figured 'us' out, and he was already chasing after someone else.

He made his way back to the table thirty minutes later, and by that time, we had gotten a new waiter and were all finishing our salads, the main courses sure to be out in minutes.

Noah slid back into his seat and as Luke told him they ordered him a Margherita pizza, he nodded and took a big gulp of his water.

I could already feel my fingers starting to twist and lock around each other, but I was trying my best not to think the worst.

Noah knew what it felt like to be cheated on; he wouldn't do that to me, right?

I mean-- we hadn't made it official or anything, but he wouldn't do something with someone else, right?

Especially the girl who broke his heart, right? He wouldn't do that to me...

Right?

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