That fame belongs to ME.

Part 11

Chapter 11

Antonio and Mikel stood by my locker when I had arrived. I was shocked to see them; I hadn't seen them in ages. They looked tired, as if they hadn't slept for days. I was going to speak first until I thought twice. Considering they were siding with Georgia and Annie, I doubted they would be willing to speak to me. Surprisingly, they spoke to me first.

"Hey, Emillie," Antonio said.

"Erm, hi guys. Should you be speaking to me?" As grateful as I was for them to be speaking to me, I knew it'd cause trouble between them and Georgia and Annie and I didn't want to be involved with that. 

"Why not?" 

"You know.. Annie might not be happy." 

"She doesn't control us you know." They both looked offended. 

"I know, I know. It's just that I know how she can get..." 

"Honestly, Emillie, I know what you mean. But she just wants the best for us you know?" Antonio sounded like he was a great fan of Annie's. Either that, or he wanted to stay on her good side.

"But, I want to sleep! I'm tired!" Mikel randomly peeped out in the background. Antonio elbowed him to make him quiet. I managed to laugh as I had nothing else to say.

"Anyway, we heard you're performing. Just wanted to wish you good luck." 

I was shocked at this. I hadn't expected them to be nice to me after our previous encounters.

"Aww, thanks guys." They smiled and then shuffled away from my locker. As soon as I opened it, I saw a note in there. "TRAITOR", it read. I couldn't be bothered to react. I had had a new note everyday in there so I was quite used to it. Instead, I scrunched it up and threw it on the floor. I didn't care whether it was from Georgia, Annie, Mikel or Antonio, all I cared about was going to meet Tren. I stuffed my unrequired books into my locker and shut it. I walked down to the main playground where Tren would be waiting.

As I walked through the school, I thought of being famous with Tren. What if we were labelled as a duo? What if our faces were plastered all over magazines with stories of our days? What if our songs were to play on every radio and music channel?

I thought of all the great scenarios and smiled to myself. This would be great, I thought.

As soon as I saw Tren, a larger smile emerged on my face. I couldn't believe my life. I had truely been blessed. I was going to see my mum the next weekend which was exciting for me. 

Tren tapped the empty space beside him on the bench and I filled it. 

"It's tomorrow, Emillie. Can you believe it? Aren't you excited?" 

Although, I should have been estatic, I was more eager for something else: Next weekend. I was going to stay with Mum. It had been such a long time that we had had spent some quality time together.

"Mhmm." 

"I said aren't you excited?" Tren's sudden hostile voice snapped me out of my thoughts, although it did not shock me any more. I had become used to his sudden change in moods and had become accustomed to it. Nobody is perfect, I figured. He had to have some flaws. 

"Yes, I'm sorry darling." 

"Well, you don't sound sorry." Tren looked down at his shuffling feet as if disappointed with my answer. I suddenly felt guilty. I shouldn't be so rude to him after he spent his time organising our performance. It was him who had planned what songs we were going to do. It was him who had secured us the venue in the first place. It was him who I owed absolute gratitude. Nothing more, nothing less.