𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | ✔️

𝐨𝐧𝐞

ARABELLA

I hate him so fucking much.

That was the only thought that went through my mind as I watched Finn fucking Diaz preform on stage.

"Would you stop glaring at him and just enjoy yourself?" Said my younger sister, Natalia.

"How am I supposed to enjoy myself when he's right there?" I said, gesturing to the stage. My older brother, Chase, laughed at me.

"Jesus Christ, Ari." He started. "It's been ten years and you still can't even bear to breathe the same oxygen as him. Just drop it already."

"No. You remember what he did. I am not forgiving him!"

"Shut up!" Said Natalia, "One more song and the show's over. Calm the fuck down."

"Nat!" I said as Chase started to laugh again.

"Shut up!" She repeated. I sighed and continued to watch.

***

Chase and Natalia went backstage after the show since Chase and Finn had been best friends since the second grade. I had no desire to be any closer to the bitch known as Finn Diaz so I went out to smoke instead.

I felt the cold New York breeze the minute I stepped outside. I had been so used to the Miami weather that I forgot how cold Brooklyn could be this time of year. Regardless, this wasn't gonna stop me from going out. I took out one of my cigarettes and put one in my mouth as I looked for my lighter.

"Mind if I stand here?" I heard a familiar, raspy voice ask as I lit up my cigarette. My eyes widened. Why?

"Yes, I do mind." I said, turning to face the devil himself, Finn Diaz.

"Too bad, I don't feel like moving." I glared at him.

"Oh if looks could kill." He said, smirking. I rolled my eyes.

"Where's Chase and Nat?" I asked, ignoring him.

"Talking with the others." He answered. "Why aren't you with them?"

"I'll give you three guesses." He chuckled.

"Just because you're some amazing model now doesn't make you better than me."

"You're right." I said. "But the fact I have common sense does."

He took my cigarette out of my mouth and placed it into his.

"What the fuck?!"

"Stubborn Arabella."

"Idiotic Finn."

There were some shuffles that came from around the corner. We both broke eye contact and turned to where it came from. We saw the blurry bodies of teenage girls running away.

"I can't believe we saw Finn Diaz and Arabella Stone together." We heard one whisper.

"I know right? They're such a power couple." Another whispered, as they ran away giggling.

I rolled my eyes. People thinking me, Arabella Stone, a famous model who travels the world, would be romantic with Finn Diaz, a lead vocalist and guitarist for a grunge band in Brooklyn is embarrassing.

"You hear that?" Finn started. "We're a power couple."

"Shut up." I said. I was done with him. "I'm leaving."

"Later, Strawberry." He said. Words could not describe how much I hated that nickname.

"See ya, Muffin." I said, giving him the finger as I walked away.