CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

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- FUCKING CHEATER.
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"NO, I DON'T THINK SHE HAS A CLUE."





















   KIERAN UNTWISTED THE GUITAR STRAP ON HER BACK. His blue Fender slung across her body, slender fingers wrapping around the neck, showing off her long painted fingernails. She smiled at him and he pecked her on the lips.

    She turned away from her boyfriend, plugging in amps and chatting to Erik Zimmer from Maia's year. Kieran's band wasn't too bad, none of the guys she knew very well though and she tuck to floating around, chatting politely to anyone that talked to her. 

   They'd met at the underground, dingy venue early. The place didn't run business until 9pm so they had the place to theirselves, bar the manager that clearly couldn't care if they trashed the place and stuck to the staff break room all day.

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