How I Became the 4th Member of a (former) All-Boy Band

I Lose All Control

yay wrote this so fast. a new record, really. only two hours. mostly 'cause homework is less appealing.

there might be some triggers, though, so just a warning to prepare yourself. this chapter is pretty heated and ugly and heavy and it's not my favourite... i don't know. 

go on. take a breath and make sure you have candy or a puppy on the side. at least a nigahiga video open in a new tab. BE PREPARED. BE AWESOME. BE YOURSELF. BE... NOT A BEE.

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Skye’s POV:

“Hey, babe,” Sean said, coming up behind me and giving me a peck on the lips. “You look great today.”

“Thanks,” I replied, pulling back. I waited for him to say something other than that.

“Hey, my parents aren’t home today,” he grinned at me. “Wanna come over?”

I blinked. Okay, that wasn’t the something else I was expecting. “Um…”

“Skye!” Maddie jumped between us, making Sean scowl but I couldn’t help breathing out a sigh of relief.

“Maddie, what’s up?”

“Skye!” she repeated excitedly. “Guess what guess what----oh, I’ll just tell you! Kevin asked me out again!”

“That’s great…”

“He’s taking me to my favourite restaurant. Ask me how he knew it was my favourite restaurant!”

“How did he----”

“Because it’s his favourite, too! We have so much in common!”

“Your favourite place to eat is Denny’s,” I deadpanned.

“I know! His too! We’re meant to be!” She skipped away, with pink hearts practically floating around her.

Sean shook his head. “Anyway, where were we?”

I was saved from giving him an actual answer because the bell rang just then. He kissed me again, then left for his class when a girl called his name. I watched him go, wondering why I was trying so hard to come up with a way to refuse to spend time with him. I knew that was code for “let’s go to my place and make out!” and I wasn’t up for that.

Being in a relationship is hard.

I was writing some random lines about breaking out of school all over my math notebook when I received a text. Sean.

Sorry babe, just remembered someth n can’t give u a ride

I frowned. Great, he was ditching me for the third time this week.

Before I could chuck the phone across the room (okay, I wasn’t seriously going to do that, I liked my phone just fine), the door suddenly opened and a boy in a baggy sweatshirt and baseball cap came in. People barely glanced at him, but I’d recognize that blond streaked head anywhere. I stared at him, mouth slightly open as he passed a note to the teacher.

“I need to get Skye Rivers,” the guy said, in a purposely low voice. “To the office. Her, uh, dad is here.”

“Alright. Skye, get your notes off another student.”

Stupefied, I grabbed my bag and walked out the door. Once we were out of earshot, I stopped and turned. “What the hell was that, Kevin?”

He pulled off the nerdy glasses that totally didn’t go with his cap. “What, aren’t you glad I got you out of class? That was pure genius, I tell you.”