It's complicated

Chapter 60

-Grace's POV-

"Calum," I grab his arm tightly. He looks down at me, worried, and raises his eyebrows. I don't say anything as I continue to stare at Chase. Eventually, Calum follows my gaze. I see his eyes widen.

If we weren't here, a tiny restaurant with a crowd lined up for us, this would be fine. We could go unnoticed. Find a way to hide in a crowd. But, we are here, and there is going to be no hiding.

We hide the worry as the next person comes up to take a picture with us. We pose and I notice Calum slide his phone out of his pocket. He texts someone, but I don't know who. We take a few more pictures; then, our body guards show up. Relief washes over my body. I look to find Chase. He is standing in line. My heart rate picks up. I can't face him. Even though the police think it's Amelia, it could still be him.

The police men come and stand behind us. Chase notices them, but I don't see any change in his facial expressions. I take that as a good thing.

After a few more people, Chase gets to the front of the line, "Hey, Grace, didn't think id run into you here."

I smile and act natural, not like I'm scared out of my mind or anything. "Hey, Chase! I know, weird right! My great boyfriend over here decided he would surprise me. He brought me here and didn't tell me he had signed me up to play a show." I make sure to throw the boyfriend thing in there. I still don't see any reaction out of a Chase.

"Well," Calum says, "We better get the picture. Don't want to keep everybody waiting." His voice is happy, but if you really knew him, you could tell there was a hint of demand in it.

"Yeah, right." He steps in between us, then turns to Calum. "Could I get the picture with just Grace?" Calum's eyes flare up with anger, but he steps aside. We take he picture, and Chase turns to me, "Sorry I missed the show," he winks. Winks. I feel my skin crawl.

Luckily, my "protector" steps in, "Okay, son, move it along." Chase moves away, smirking at me. He sits down at a table and orders, stealing glances at me every couple of seconds.

This isn't fair. I'm only 16. I should not have to be going through something like this. I think to myself as we continue to take pictures. I think Calum notices my thoughts have changed because he soothingly rubs my back after every picture.

The line winds down, and after about 45 minutes, we leave.

I never want to see that boy again.