Emily's POV
Izzy does have a good point, but that's not what's on my mind. What happened between her and Toby?
"Toby!" I shout when he gets off the stage. He looks at me and frowns.
"What do you want?" he snaps.
"Hey, don't be mean to her," Connor warns, and he walks away. I nod my head to an empty room, and we walk in. He sits down on the couch.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"Nothing," he says, looking away. I sigh and sit down across from him.
"Toby, bottling it up is not going to help. Whatever you say doesn't leave this room," I say. I get up and close the door, and then I go back and sit down. He sighs and looks at me after a few minutes. He tells me what happened between him and Izzy.
"Oh my god," I whisper when he's done and leans back against the couch. I put my head in my hands.
"Please don't tell anybody. I don't need the guys to know, especially Riley. He'll be crushed," he says.
"Like you are?" I ask. His face falls.
"Worse than how I feel," he says. I get up and hug him.
"You'll be okay. I promise," I say. He hugs me back.
"I'm sorry I was rude to you. It just hurts," he says. I rub his back and pull away. I leave the room to find Izzy.
"Izzy!" I shout. I see her being pulled away by some security guards.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I shout, running over to them
. "She's with me."
"And you are?"
"Our friend," somebody says from behind. I turn around, and Riley and Connor are standing there. The security guard lets her go, and she runs and stands in between Riley and Toby. I turn to the security guard.
"Thank you," I say. He rolls his eyes and shoves me to the side as he starts to walk away. Connor stops him.
"Don't push her. Don't even touch her," he says. The security guard nods and walks away.
"How much longer until it's time to go?" I ask.
"About twenty minutes," Connor says, winking at me. That's our signal.
"Alright, well, I'm going to go outside and get some fresh air," I say, walking towards the door.
"I'll go with you," Connor says. He catches up to me, and we walk out. As we're walking to get some frozen yogurt, Connor's hand snakes into mine, and he intertwines our fingers. I smile, and I notice him smile, too.
"So why frozen yogurt?" I ask, turning to him, letting go of his hand. He frowns a little.
"It's a surprise," he says. I randomly hug him, which obviously surprises him, but he wraps his arms around my shoulders as I wrap my arms around his waist. I lean my head against his chest, and I hear his heart race. It races even faster when I hug him tighter.
"Do I really make you that nervous?" I ask, chuckling.
"You have no idea," he says. I pull away and take his hand again.
"So I had to chase him around the block while he was half washed, half dark brown from the mud," Connor says, and I start to laugh. He was telling me a story about how Tank came home muddy. I think you can figure it out from there. I take a bite of frozen yogurt, and Connor starts to chuckle.
