𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙍𝘾𝙃𝙔🎸⚡️

SIX

SASHA'S POV

I was fighting for my life in this class. From trying to avoid my ex crush, to staying focused because of this stupid hangover.
I didn't even have my notebook to write my notes, not that I could even hold a pencil in my condition, so I just voice recorded the Professor on my phone.

After what felt like forever, class was finally over. I stopped the recording and tried hustling out of the lecture hall.

"Sasha!" He called out to me.

I started running. So fucking embarrassing. I made it outside only to bump into someone.

I landed flat on my ass. "God dammit." I groaned. "I'm so sorry."

"It's totally fine." It was a guy.

I looked up and it was one of the guitarists from yesterday.

"Are you okay? You don't look so well." Another voice said, but it was a girl.

She saw one of the singers from yesterday.

Oh my Gosh.

She helped me up.

"Th-thank you." I blinked rapidly. "You're in that band."

The guy smiled and nudged the girl beside him. "See? I told you we also had our own fans."

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "I'm Gwen, this is Miles."

"I'm Sasha." I smiled.

"Wait.." Miles' brows knitted together.

I rose a brow.

His eyes widened. "You're that girl from the bar that Hobie took to the hote—mmpphhh!"

I looked around in a panicked manner and covered his mouth.

"You're her?" Gwen whispered.

I was so embarrassed. "Yeah." Removing my hands from Miles' mouth.

"You're literally all over media outlets right now, but no one knows what you look like." She explained.

"Oh God." I groaned, rubbing my forehead.

"Oi!" That voice.

"Oh God!"

Miles turned around to look at Hobie who made his way over to us. "It's Hobie, he'll be so happy to see you.

"Yeah he really would." Gwen assured me.

I felt so nervous. My body was so sore and I haven't eaten, or even taken a shower for the entire day. Why would I want him to see me like this?

"Why are you here, Hobes?" Gwen asked while coming together with Miles to block me, as if I was a surprise.

"Boss man told me to come for ya guys." He answered. Oh God I missed hearin that thick accent. "What're you guys smilin' so wide about?"

I quickly turned around, trying to slip away only to meet with my ex crush, Jonathan.

"Sasha." He said.

Gwen and Miles moved to reveal me.

"Sasha?" Hobie's eyes widened.

I probably looked like a deer in headlights.

"Uhh.."

"Why did you run?" They both asked me at the same time.

They both looked at each other.

"Who's this bloke?" Hobie stepped closer.

"Wait, you're the lead guitarist for Punk's not Dead, and the other guitarists too." He spoke.

Gwen and Miles waved awkwardly.

Jonathan smiled. "You know Sasha?"

Hobie looked him up and down, not a drop of amusement on his face. "What's it to ya?"

"Didn't know she knew famous people."

Gwen and Miles both gave me confused looks.

"She don't got to tell ya anythin'." Hobie spoke coldly.

The tension was thick.

Jonathan scoffed. "Sasha, let's get going, we really need to talk."

"No we don't."

"Yes we do, you're avoiding me."

"It's not like we're friends." My brows slightly arched.

"So you're really skipping over the fact that you have a huge crush on me?" He crossed his arms.

Before I could speak, Hobie pulled me by my waist to his side.

"Had." Hobie said sternly. "Now fuck off."

"Am I missing something?" Gwen scratched her head.

Jonathan eyed me. "We'll talk another time." Then he walked off.

"Gwen, Miles, go to the car. I'll be there in 5 minutes." He said without looking.

They didn't reply, just did as he said.

"You didn't have to do that for me Hobie." I spoke softly.

"Why'd ya leave?" His hands cupped my face.

I was shocked. "I-I was scared."

"Don't do that again." He sighed.

Again? There was going to be another time?

I nodded slowly.

"Was that the cunt ya told me about last night?" His stare was intense.

I nodded again.

He hummed in response and his eyes literally scanned me."Ya don't look well at all. You're still wearin' the clothes from yesterday, did ya showe— have you eaten at all?!" He sounded like a mother.

He held my hand and started walking.

"Where are we going?"

"To my tour bus."

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