P.O.V. Maryssa
Luke left and we all looked at each other. I was nervous for him. I turned to Ashton, who kept on looking at Luke.
- Do you think it’s going to end up great? He said, remaining his look toward Luke.
- Hopefully, it will. I said, leaning toward to see Luke disappear behind the stage.
Ashton turned back to me and smiled.
- So, I didn’t ask before, but where are you from? He said.
- Call and I are from Quebec City. It’s like 3 hours from here.
- Oh! And you traveled all this to see the guys tonight?
- Actually, yes. We’re huge fans.
- So cute! And how old are you, by the way?
- I’m 17, about to turn 18. I said smiling and moving my arms around, dancing. You?
- I’ll turn 19 in a couple of days.
Luke came back on the stage.
- I’M OFF! He yelled to us.
He turned around and went backstage again. I hopped off my chair and followed him.
- What are you doing? Said Ashton behind me.
- Helping a friend… I said, turning back to face him.
When I entered the room where he shut the door close, I saw a devastated Luke lying on the couch. I went straight to him to comfort him.
- What’s up, Luke? I said, patting his arm.
- Shut up, Mary! Why did you send me there anyway? He said, super angry.
- Whoa, what? Because she’s into you, obviously! And you like her.
- She’s not into me at all!
- Why do you say that?
- Zayn was there! They kissed! Why did I go there anyway!
- I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know Zayn was there!
I heard the door open so I looked who was there. Callie’s head popped in. I looked at Luke who tightened his fists and raged out of the place.
