the hatchbacks

1. THE KING

I hurried down the stairs with my shoes untied as my best friend, Rachel, rushed me from the front door. It was the night of her favorite band's concert. They were some up and coming rock band—basically a carbon copy of The Smiths—and just so happened to be coming to Detroit for the last show on their U.S. tour.
When I got down the stairs, I took in Rachel's appearance. She looked beautiful. Her white turtleneck and mustard plaid skirt complimented her dark skin well. She seemed confused as I let out a large sigh.

"What is it?" she asked.

I motioned towards my outfit. "We're matching," I sounded completely over it. The only difference was that my skirt was green.
Rachel rolled her eyes, grabbing my arm and dragging me out of the door.

"No one will care," she assured me, "Nobody's going to be looking at us anyway."

I rolled my eyes. I still couldn't believe I agreed to go with her. I hated concerts, and I especially hated her taste in music. Well, I didn't mind her taste in music, it was just this band specifically.

Sure, they were a carbon copy of The Smiths, but they weren't a good one. Truthfully, the only thing these boys had going for them was their looks.

Rachel gave me a look of sympathy when we got in her red SUV.

"Come on, Lisa," she frowned. "It's only for one night, then it'll be over."
I huffed as I pushed my curly bangs out of my face. "Sorry," I grumbled, "I'll try to enjoy myself, but I make no promises."

Rachel laughed as she started the car.

"It'll be really very, I promise," she smiled at me.

I nodded with pursed lips as she pulled out of my driveway. I sat in silence as Rachel blasted the band's music the entire ride to the venue—Saint Andrews Hall.

"We made it!" she exclaimed, excitedly tapping the steering wheel with her hands.

"Woohoo," I replied, dryly.

She found a parking spot and we got out. We made our way to the surprisingly long line and waited.

Rachel easily picked up a conversation with someone while I stood in the background, mustering up a small smile. It stayed like this for a while—Rachel conversing happily and me being in the background, trying not to let my annoyance show—until we heard a shout.
"Oh, my God!" a girl screeched.

We all turned towards the door to see a group of four boys smiling widely.

"Oh, my God!" Rachel repeated the girl before, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me.
I could only laugh at her and everyone else's excitement. How could anyone be this excited to see a group of wannabe greasers? I crossed my arms over my chest as they went down the line and greeted everyone, accompanied by their bodyguard.

I stood silently behind Rachel as they waved at her and blew her kisses. I watched them pass us, locking eyes with one of them. His eyes were a dark, forest green and his hair was combed to one side, some pieces falling in front of his eyes. He stuttered as he took his next step, nearly falling. I suppressed a chuckle as one of his bandmates grabbed him by his arm, pulling him forward.

"Did you see that?" Rachel yelled, grabbing my arm.

I chuckled a bit, calmly taking my arm out of her iron grip. "Yes, I saw that," I said, nodding.
"God, Jamey is so hot," She fanned herself with her hands as if she were going to pass out.
I furrowed my eyebrows. Man, I really knew nothing about this band.

"Which one is Jamey?" I asked.

She looked at me in disbelief. "Jamey King! The hot one!" she exclaimed.