"You're an idiot!" I cried, after his words of kissing me sunk in my brain. I shoved Greyson aside with my shoulder and went over to the bar table by the entrance.
"I was just messing with you," he replied, laughing.
"It's not funny," I said, shooting him a glare. I sat on one of the high stools.
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry." He followed me and leaned his hand on the empty seat next to me.
"You have to know that I'm serious about this. I actually want my first kiss to be special. It has to come from someone that I really love and he must also love me back. I just don't give it away like paper." I was fuming. Perhaps Seth's attempt of kissing me triggered something in me that made me value my purity.
"Now you're mad at me. I'm sorry," he repeated.
To tell you the truth, I had no idea if Greyson liked me at all. Sure, he had held my hand last night, but what did that really signify? It didn't necessarily mean he had feelings for me. Maybe he was just being extremely kind, like usual. Maybe he really did just want to make it up to me. I don't know.
"Just don't kid around like that again," I told him.
He raised his palms up in surrender. "As you wish."
But do you know that feeling of liking someone and strongly wishing that they will like you back? And you just assume that they do, whenever they treat you well or do something nice for you. It's a wonderful feeling and a disappointing one at the same time. You are torn between what to feel: hope or despair. Well, whoever invented hope, I was on its side and I sure held a lot of it in me.
***
On Saturday, things had been pretty normal. We were in the clubhouse, with the boys given much focus for their performance by Kirsten this time whilst Erin mentored the little girls in singing, including Ruthie that afternoon. Meanwhile, I stayed on the props-com spot with, obviously, the props-com kids.
I had been given the task to trace star stencils again, since they wanted to fill the venue with a large number of glittering stars. Since there were a lot of kids there, I could pick up a lot of conversation as I worked in silence.
"The new book I ordered arrived in the mail yesterday," Esther, a 15-year-old girl with lots of hair told Becca, a girl with flawless skin that made boys stare at her long legs whenever she passed by.
"Really? Which one?" the latter asked.
"Christopher Howell's new masterpiece, Murder Underneath the Eiffel Tower," Esther replied. That made me look up. She continued, "I've read the first few chapters and so far, it's the bomb. He did it again."
"Well, this is Howell we are talking about," Becca agreed. "His books are always the best."
Suddenly, Maddie appeared beside me, clutching a can of Diet Coke. She offered it to me, but I refused. She sat down on the floor next to me.
"Hey speaking of Howell, isn't your last name Howell, Phoebe?" a guy named Matthew called out to me. Apparently, everyone had listened in to Esther and Becca's conversation.
"Hold up, why? What were you guys talking about?" Maddie interrupted, pointing at Matthew using her hand that had the can of soda.
"Christopher Howell's new book. It's amazing. Maddie, have you read it yet?" Esther asked. Maddie's face lit up. "Oh, yeah! I read the preview on the web but I'm still waiting for my copy to arrive. I was literally on the edge of my seat seeing all those positive feedbacks and reviews. I'm so excited to read the whole thing."
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Escaping Lights - A Greyson Chance Fan Fiction
Fanfiction"Lies. All lies. Everything I have ever known has dissolved." Phoebe Howell has spent most of her life trying to please her parents. She has grown up to know an environment full of luxury and ease. But suddenly, that changes. Confusi...
