Sk8er Boi

Chapter Nine: The Ex Comes Back Around

Darby's POV-

  Getting off my flight, I checked the time and seen that I had no longer than an hour to get to the arena. I get to my car and hauled it. I may have broken a couple of laws and went over the speed limit in some places, but I managed to not get pulled over.  

 When I got to the arena, I went straight to my dressing room and changed into my gear. Even though we weren't scheduled to come out until halfway through the show, Tony wanted everyone to be ready in case things had to suddenly change. 

 Sitting down in front of the mirror, I began panting my face when there was a knock at my door.

"Darby, it's me!" Sting calls from the other side.

"It's open!" I call back, still working on my paint.

Sting comes in and walks up beside me, grabbing a spare chair. "Hey, it's been a few days since we talked. How have things been?" He asked casually.

"Pretty good," I reply, still looking in the mirror as I worked on the finishing touches of my face paint.  "How about you?"

"Oh, I've been pretty good. I got to see Hayleigh the other day when she came home." Sting starts, looking at me through the mirror.

"Yeah, she told me  she was going back because you had something you wanted to give her."

"Yeah, well apparently that's not the only gift she got over the weekend." Sing looks over at me.

I froze up, realizing what he was talking about, and stayed silent.

"Maybe next time, place them somewhere less visible." Sting grins at me.

"I-uhm- I-" I start stuttering.

Sting laughs and pats my shoulder as he stands up. "You two just better behave tonight." He tells me before walking out the door, leaving me still in shock.

Hayleigh's POV-

Looking myself in the mirror I didn't know how to feel about my outfit. I had on the white pleated skirt, fishnets, black thigh-highs, my converse, and my hoodie. Turning to the side a few times, I was trying to get used to seeing myself in a skirt. I couldn't remember the last time I ever wore one.

"You look so cute!" Rhea gushed. "Let me do your makeup and fix your hair and then I'll take you to the arena!"

 Rhea sat me on the bed and started working on my makeup.

"So what do you think Darby's gonna do once he sees you?" Rhea asked as she started on my eyeshadow.

"Honestly, I don't know," I reply. "I mean.. he gets kinda nervous easily, so it's hard to tell."

"Do you think your dad's gonna say anything to him about your hickey?" Rhea giggled.

"I hope to God not." I smiled. 

"I think this whole thing's kinda cute. I mean, it's definitely different with how most couples end up together, but it totally fits you both."

"Thanks?" I giggle again. 

Rhea and I continued to carry on a casual conversation as she finished working on the rest of my makeup. When she finished she started playing with my hair for a couple of minutes. She pulled half my hair up and sectioned it into pigtails and kept a few front pieces out to frame my face.

"Okay! You can look now!" Rhea smiles at me. 

I go to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at my hair and then at my makeup. Rhea had done this really cool grungy smokey eye on me with a really sharp wing. She also put this almost nude color lipstick on me that complimented the eyeshadow well and just done an overall great job on the rest of my makeup.