Solita

Chapter 2: Mystery Girl

Prince Royce's POV

"You did awesome bro!" I said excitedly to Carlito as I slapped his back.

"Thanks. You really think so bro?"

"Yeah dude you got this."

"Thanks man you have no idea how much this means to me," Carlito said as he gave me a tired smile. I returned it when some lady called him over to start getting ready for his next performance. "I gotta go bro. Thanks again for performing with me. It was such an honor to sing with you."

"No problem man. Good luck," I said as we shook hands. Carlito scurried off to the wardrobe department. I barely know what he said to me. My mind was somewhere else. I was thinking about a girl I saw in the crowd. I can't seem to get her out of my head.

Her stature was really tiny but she had the body of a woman. Everyone that was standing by her were so tall that I could barely see her. I noticed that halfway through the song she had somehow moved to the front. I was glad that those giraffe girls let her stand in front of them. I noticed that the girl kept her eyes glued to me so I decided to walk over to her side of the stage and dip my hand in the crowd. Hopefully I would be able to grab her hand. But when I went over there, those giraffe girls shoved her out of the way and she had such a look of disappointment on her face. For some reason, that broke my heart. I have no idea why. So I decided to give her a smile and winked.

At the end of the song, Carlito and I listened to the criticism the judges had for him and then left. Since then, I couldn't stop thinking about that girl. I looked down at my watch before I'd get lost daydreaming about this mystery girl. It was 10 o'clock. I stood up and grabbed my winter jacket and walked out of the studio. I went over to the parking lot and saw that my car was gone. You've got to be kidding me. The day I really need my car it fucking got stolen.

"Fuck it whatever. There was nothing important in that car anyways. They can keep it," I thought as I started looking for a bus. I went walking down a couple of streets when I saw a bus that has their doors wide open and I quickled hopped in. The bus driver looked at me in awe. I gave the driver a small smile and payed for the faire. I went all the way to the back and sat down. I started rubbing my hands together to create warmth. I swear, this California weather is bipolar.

We began to slow down and the driver opened the bus doors again. I kept my head down so I wouldn't be recognized. I love my fans and all but I'm really tired tonight. I'm not in the mood to be bombarded by people/ I heard a pair of footsteps and then the sound of the doors closing. I looked up and saw her. The mystery girl from the show tonight. She's even more beautiful up close. I wanted to go talk to her but she had her headphones jammed into her ears. I know that's the universal sign of "don't talk to me!"

I didn't know what to do. I just stared at her, simply amazed at her beauty. She didn't even try. She was drumming her finger on the seat to a tune I didn't know when she finally looked at me. Her eyes widened and she was at a loss for words. She kept opening and closing her mouth. She broke eye contact and stared at her lap. This was driving me crazy! I just want her. I want her all to myself. I want to know her, I wanna kiss her, I wanna hug her, I wanna talk to her for hours about pointless thing, I want HER. Man I haven't been hit this hard before.

I decided to slowly make my way to her. Maybe then we could talk. I started hopping from seat to seat until the bus. Today was so not my lucky day. I knew that people would get in between us and it'd be harder to talk to her. I quickly took out my phone and shot my manager Andres a text to come pick me up. He texted back saying that he would and I stuffed my phone back in my pocket.

The door opened and I could hear a crowd of voices talking. I reluctantly stood up and made my way to the exit. I had to look at her one more time. As I turned my head, she looked up at me. I got lost in her beautiful brown eyes. My stomach did somersaults and my mind was going crazy. I never wanted to look away from her but I was almost at the exit. I forced myself to look away and got out of the bus. The doors closed behind me and left. As I watched the bus leave, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Andres: Hey man I'm right in front of the LA convention center on S Hall Dr. Where are you?

Me: I'm on W Pico Blvd in front of a Pizza Hut. Is that nearby?

Andres: I know exactly where you are. Stay there. You're in trouble.

It wasn't my fault I got carjacked. I covered my face as I was waiting for Andres so I wouldn't get bombarded by paps. I heard a car honk and saw it was Andres. I walked over to the car and got in. "Thanks man for the ride," I said.

"Where's your car man?" he asked. I closed my eyes and nervously scratched the back of my head.

"I got carjacked man. I got out of the studio and went to the parking lot. When I got there, the car was gone."

"Did you call the cops?"

"No," I said quietly.

"Why not!?" I took a deep breath and leaned back in my seat.

"Because there was nothing important in that car anyways. There was nothinng of importance so I just let them have it. I don't care I could just get another car. I have the money." Andres continued to lecture me on why I shouldn't be alone at night and I should report my stolen car to the police but I barely heard a word he said. My mind revolved around my mystery girl.

-------Author's Note------

Awww Prince Royce's crazy about this girl and he doesn't even know her! Alright now that we got that out of way, we can continue on with the story! I will be letting you guys know when I write in his POV since this story will mainly be in Dulce's POV :) Have a lovely day you guys and thank you so much for reading!