Elite

6

"Okay, Iris. We don't really know you. Tell us some more about yourself. And Pleaseeee not the introduction people give in front of the class. We want juicy details. And with we, I mean I." Dean smiles.

The car ride was awkward at first, but I think Dean broke the ice.

"Ehm. I love motorcycles. And I surf. That's basically it." I say looking around. They all stare at me shocked except for Evan who glances at me trough the mirror.

"Okay this is drastic. Were gonna play MY version of 20-questions in which we ask questions and you answer." Dean sighs.

"Question number oneeeee. Whats your favourite music? Like bands or artists. Give me names of artists, song names...."

I think a while before answering.

"I like the rolling stones a lot. And the Foo Fighters." I say.

"You have the same music taste as Evan!" Alexa squeels in my ear. I shrug.

The questions kept coming. From my favourite books to my favourite movies to pet names to siblings. Marco gave me a sad look at the last one.

"Okay this is a juicy one." Marco says. "Any lovers or exes, friends with benefits? Fuckbuddy?"

I almost shoked when he said that and suddenly I become numb. "Ehm." They all looked at me and Evan glared curiously trough the mirror.

"It's okay, you don't have to answer that." Alexa reassures me.

"Nah it's okay. I've dated someone for like 4 months." I say casually. Everyone is silent and stares at me. 

"What happened?" Alexa asks with a small voice. It stays quiet as I don't answer immediately.

surprisingly Evan is the first one to say something. "You don't hav-" but I interupt him. "He got into a car accident and ended up in a coma for a four months. This was short after New Year. When he woke up... He forgot about me and some of his friends. He fell for someone else and I saw everything happen from the sidelines." I say, pushing back the stinging tears. "It's not his fault and I don't blame him. I never have. The doctors say everything would come back, but now I'm here and it's not like we have still contact."

Before the silence becomes awkward Theodore says something.

"We're here."

We all get out of the car and enter the small bar. Just as we find our seats the announcer starts the show.

"Welcome Ladies and Gens, welcome to this open mic evening. We won't let you wait any longer. Here is your favourite local band: Moonshine!"

I see Marco and some other guys come on the stage and take their places. Marco stands on the lead singer's right and we cheer him on as loud as we can.

They start performing. Their music is amazing. I would describe it as indie-rock. The lead-singers voice makes all the girls swoong.

Nothing ever gives me butterflies.

except for the thought of your lips on mine

but you want to be just friends and I agreed

Cuz I realised your too good for me

oh, angels like you can't fly down hell with me

When they end they get a standing ovation from the crowd and deserved.They leave the stage and Marco and the lead singer head towards our table.

"Well done guys." Dean says. And the others agree

"you guys were great indeed." I admit when Marco looks at me.

"Iris, this is Jean. The guy I told you about." He gives me a small smile, but I back away. "No." Is all I say. "Come on, You've got to hear him out at least." The others look at us in confusion. "No Marco. I can't do this. I accepted a long time ago that it is what it is." I sigh and walk away.

Once outside I realise I can't go home because the others brought me. Fuck. I lean against the brick wall from the bar, which I realise now is more a pub.

"I have to appologise." Someone next to me says. His french accent thicker then mine. "I pushed Marco into speaking to you. Or how you would say that."

"Marco told me about you and your... You know. Family story. Unlike you I always wanted to meet my little sister and got mad often at my mom for not telling me about her." He gives me a small smile.

"What makes you so sure?" I ask him, which is clearly something funny to him.

"I don't believe in coincidence. But if you want to verify it..." He takes a necklace out of his pocket with one of these hearts you can open. "Is this your dad?" Inside is a picture of my dad, a woman and two children. A boy and a girl. I choke in my own breath. "Where, how?"

"Mom never told me much about the both of you. I once found this while going trough stuff in the basement and when I asked her about it she told me. About, you, dad, but not about what happened. We still lived in Paris back then. When they broke up, our father moved to the States with you while mom stayed in France with me." He sighs. "I understand if this is a lot for you. I just always wanted to meet ma petite soeur." 

"I never really asked any questions, to be honest. I just accepted it for what it was. Some things happen with a reason." I choke on the last part. why do they tho? Miles.

"You okay?" Jean asks and I shake the thought off.

"Oui, sorry. First time my French comes up again. "Probably from speaking to someone with the same accent, even though yours is thicker."

"Tu voudrais parler en français?" He asks and I laugh. 

"Non, I guess I got used to English. But we can use it as our code language." He joins and we errupt in laughter for I don't know how long.

"We should get back to the others. Evan looked like he could actually kill me."