"LOOK WHO YOU MADE ME"
Waking up the next morning, I remembered why I hadn't shared a bed with Cherry since we were nine. She went full starfish mode. Her arm and leg pinned me down to the mattress.
I liked physical contact, especially when I when I was upset, like last night. But having her knobby knee pressed into my abdomen and her arm across my forehead wasn't how I liked it.
I'd been so focused on removing my best friend's limbs from me, that it took me a moment to realize the arm chair was empty. My eyes darted to the bathroom--also empty.
"He went home." I turned to my dad who looked up from his phone to meet my eye. He sat against the head board, still in his pajamas.
It made sense why Peter would want to leave. Especially after what I said to him last night. Still, there was a dull ache in my chest as I thought about him driving home alone.
He sat his phone down, giving me his full attention. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Absolutely not." I yawned, sitting up to stretch. "I have a concert to prepare for."
I forced that to be my only thought as I got ready for the day.
The concert started a two and it was already noon. That didn't give me a whole lot of time to get ready, so I had to work fast.
Since I didn't know what one would wear to a Summer Showcase, I choose an outfit that toed the line between casual and glam. A black mini dress with an ankle length mesh overlay decorated in multicolored rhinestones of different shapes. Cherry helped me add similar gems to my hair, which I left out in its natural wavy state.
Despite my best efforts, thoughts of Peter slipped between the cracks of my mind. The small moments where all I had to do was wait for the next task to begin, he was there.
Because I'm in love with you.
A weird swarm of angry butterflies filled my lower belly as I remembered the words. His look of genuine confusion when I told him to stop lying. The way his expression closed up when I so casually brought up one of his biggest regrets.
The wave of nausea that washed over me wasn't only because of my upcoming performance.
There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Faye?" Cherry called out, Gabrielle wants you there early for promotional stuff."
Swallowing down my growing lump of nerves, I opened the door.
"You ready, kiddo?" my dad asked.
Smoothing my hands over the skirt of my dress, I answered truthfully. "Not even a little bit."
***
The beach was already swarming with people when we arrived. Gabrielle gave me instructions on where to meet her. My dad and Tristan went to find a spot on the sand while Cherry and I tried to find Bea Lopez's assistant.
"Faye, I love you," Cherry told me randomly as we weaved through the crowds. "But not enough to loose my fingers." She held up her hand that mine was currently squeezing the life out of.
I loosened my grip. "Sorry."
"I've never seen you so nervous before."
"I've never had so much at risk before."
"Don't think if it like that," she said. "This is a win-win situation. Even if you don't get a chance to sign a deal with Bea Lopez, you still got to perform in front of hundreds, probably thousands with the live stream."
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Falling For Mr. Perfect
Teen Fiction[Completed - 63,000+ words] Highest Ranking: #3 in Teen Fiction When Faye Moore's bad temper lands her in detention on the last day of school, the last person she is expecting to see is good boy, Peter Conway. But maybe it's a blessing in disguise...
