Bad Romance

Bad Romance *1

First book so here goes. please comment.

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Chapter 1

Sophia’s P.O.V

"Willow, hurry up. We’re going to be late!" I shouted up the stairs to my best friend, Willow.

"I'm coming. Gosh, Sophia, you're so impatient!" She yelled back at me. She only uses my full name when she's getting annoyed with me... Oops.

 I checked my watch for the hundredth time in the last five minutes. We were going to be late! I just knew it! She always did this.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, she came back down the stairs in a strapless, coral, floor-length dress. I rolled my eyes at her.

Really?

She dressed up all the time. Whatever opportunity she had to dress up, she did. She always looked awesome in the clothes she wore. Sure, most of the time they were extremely tight and showed off a lot of cleavage but, hey, she wears what she wants to wear. She had such an amazing figure and her natural scarlet hair just emphasised her beauty. We both knew guys would line up the block for a dance and her phone number even if she wore a paper bag over her head and dressed in a bin liner!

Not that she ever actually called any of them back. She’d just dance with them, bring them home and kick them out in the morning. As you can see, she wasn’t the relationship type. 

 I smiled, grateful that she got ready before I dropped dead. I grabbed her arm dragging her out of the house and into my newly washed shiny, black S.U.V.

It was out night to perform at the local club, Orchid Lounge. It was a lovely place. It was the only club around so that was where everyone hung out.  She always over dressed. She wore some really revealing clothes most of the time. Half of them could pass as underwear but she only wore that sort of thing when she wanted some action and quick. I must admit, she always looked amazing but three quarters of the time it really wasn’t necessary.

I was just in my favourite pair of black skinny jeans and a flattering yellow top. Willow remarked earlier that I looked like a bumble bee which is just what every girl dies to hear. Sense the sarcasm!

When we got to the club Willow rolled her eyes, obviously knowing what was coming next.

"Where the hell have you been? Do you know how difficult it is to set up without you to help?" Mike announced hysterically. We probably wouldn’t have been much help even if we had arrived earlier. Will would sit on the stage and complain that it would ruin her hair or that she’d break a nail.

"Will took almost three hours to get ready." I replied, a little annoyed that she took so long. I checked my watch again.

"Why am I not surprised! Will, get out of your little the-world-revolves-aruond-me daydream and get onto that stage before people start coming in!" Ian, the last member of our band, Breakaway Witch, screamed at Willow.

Both Will and Ian wanted to pursue a career in singing whereas I wanted to be a doctor. I’m guessing that they didn’t want to be in a band together because Ian and Will spent their time yelling at each other whenever we had a rehearsal. Mike and I Mike would just discuss what songs we would do. Then, if Mike and I had decided what song we wanted, they would yell at us for choosing without them. Then start yelling at each other again.

Ian and Will really didn’t have the best relationship.

“Yeah, well who cares what you think, Ian? At least I actually have a shot at a musical career. You’ll probably end up doing night shifts in MacDonald’s for the rest of your life.” Willow snapped, venom clear in her voice.