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four

a/n
like i said before, im horrible with time zones !

and you may or may not hate me by the end of this chapter

you'll see why

&& i'm putting a pic of dylan in every chaoter b/c i love athena sm

L U K E

Time passed by to the point where we were about to perform in front of thousands of people. We were performing at Michigan Stadium (which we've done before with One Direction) and we're nervous as h*ll.

We were back stage and we just finished our soundcheck, just waiting impatiently for the clock to turn 7:36. We were standing, doing vocal warmups during Hey Violet's performance, and then suddenly my phone buzzed.

*****: just got out of school fml:-(

"Luke," Our vocal teacher says "We kind of need your vocals."

"Sorry,"

"Don't mind him, it's just his groupie." The three of them giggle, excluding the teacher, and I get furious.

"She's not a groupie, God d*mmit! F*ck all of you!" And I walk off. I'm still performing, yes, but I need to prove my point. I'll consider this a protest.

"Alright Hemmings, if your voice cracks on stage, I hope she'll be there to help you!" I hear Calum yell from behind me. We all try and look like we're like brothers, but I really hate them all. But I also love them. It's complicated.

I walk into our dressing room and just sit down on the large lounge chair. I close my eyes and just think about if Dylan really is the best decision for me. I literally met her yesterday and I'm already causing problems with my best friends because of her. But now it's gotten to the point where nothing else makes me h*rny except for her pictures.

I hear two knocks on the door and I snap my head into the direction the sounds were coming from. In walks in a girl, a beautiful girl to be honest, with long black hair and beautiful eyes. I wasn't so worried as to why she was in here, but more the reason why we've never met.

"Oh, oh my God I had no idea you'd be in here. Y-You didn't respond so I just figured that-"

"Relax, babe. Did you walk into the wrong place?" I gesture towards the couch next to me for her to take a seat. She was wearing a Guns N' Roses shirt that was cut so it went just below her boobs, and her black jeans went up to about two inches below the shirt. Her hair was in two braids and her makeup was pretty dark. She was hot. She takes a seat on the side furthest from me.

"No, I was returning something." She shows me the hair brush that Michael had used earlier. I'm not denying it wasn't weird as f*ck, but she's like really hot.

"Well, just put it back and I won't tell him you came. So what's your name?"

"Arzaylea Rodriguez."

D Y L A N

"Oh, Dylan!" I hear someone call my name behind me while walking down the sidewalk outside of school. I turn around tosee Logan and his cute smile.

"Hey! Did you see my note?" I swing my bag around my shoulder.

"Yeah, I did. And the answer is yes, I'd love to be study buddies." He runs his hand through his hair while he offers to hold my bag for me. I say thanks and the two of us continue to walk away from the school.