Hawthorne Shots

Green To Blue

Champagne's POV

"The fans went wildly devastated as the official announcement from ERA states that the most sought-after rock band in the country, Milleca, will bid it's farewell from the music industry. The reason circulating the Internet is that their lady drummer, Champ, who decided to leave the band for personal purposes a week before the official announcement, is pregnant? Or was it because of the recent rumored break-up that happened between her and the band's vocalist, Brye?

I shook my head then turned the TV off. Seriously, the media and the Internet needs to calm their tits. The rumors are getting a bit disturbing yet amusing. Me? Pregnant? More like never gonna happen.

Brye must be laughing his dick off right now.
I wonder if helping him and Natalia is worth it. She is Brye's girlfriend.

Yes. He has a girlfriend. Newsflash people!

Rumors started speculating when pictures of me and Brye holding hands (which, we usually do) and entering a hotel. Unbeknownst to everyone we were out to meet up with band. But since die hard fans wants tea everytime, they go and make up a story based on a portion of what they saw.

I took a shower and looked down. I noticed that the water turned blue and I didn't bother. It happens everytime I dye my hair. Yes, from green, I colored it blue. Tomorrow. Just thinking about this new journey of my life, I can't help but feel a little bit afraid.

I shook my head. It's Mom's school. The best you can give her is to do this. I sighed and hoped my stay at my new school will be mundane. Atleast.

Hours after, I started packing my last set of clothes. I looked at the last of the three big suitcases. I've got everything covered.

"Philippines, huh?" I took a deep breath and started walking downstairs. Primo, our butler, is on a verge of crying.

"Little girl, I will miss you. Take care." He said while givingg me an embrace.

"I'm not a little girl anymore, Primo."

"To me you always are." I chuckled. He let go of me and gave me a stern look. "Behave."

"Yes Sir." I gave him a salute.

"The private jet is ready. Austin will drive and accompany you in your trip up until you're settled." I looked at the buff man in his side and gave him a nod. He returned the gesture. "Your ModelX is coming with you, your Dad managed to pull some strings so customs is all set. Everything else is expedited." Primo continued.

"Cool."

"Go now, sweet pea." He ushered me to the door and gave me one last hug.

"You know what, Primo? There's gotta have a point where you'll stop acting like I'm a child. Seriously, the nicknames are giving me allergies. I'm not a kid anymore." I rolled my eyes.

He smiled, "I've said it and will say it again, to me you always are."

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"Wake up. Champagne, wake up. We need to hurry." I heard while there's a continuous tap in my shoulder.

Fuck this shit.

I opened my eyes then glared at Austin. I peered outside the window and the sun is blazing hot. I looked at him," What time is it? "

"8:12AM." He answered while checking his watch.

"So, we've landed?"

"A while ago, yeah."

I stared at him then came to my senses. I stood up and got my sling bag. Austin ushered me outside of the airport, all while some personnel are taking care of my suitcases.