Bad Boy Meets Bad Girl

I Promise

It's been three weeks since the night of the gig, when I turned up to school the next day with a shiny new accessory people would stare, some even moved making a path for me as I trudged down the halls, I expected this so I would make my way to and from class with my head held high. Nobody mentioned the road trip we spoke about that night at the diner or the fight for that matter, so I didn't either. The truth was I wanted to go on that trip more than anything. Nothing really changed, Barbie continued to test my patience beyond breaking point, Michael continued to drive me to and from school making jokes about me and the boys getting close, it wasn't like he seemed jealous, just kidding. That pissed me off, he's willing to kick off over someone dancing with me but spending the night with the boys was nothing? Maybe Luke was wrong, maybe he doesn't like me.

The boys have been working really hard on their music, constantly booking gig after gig, the crowds were growing and I couldn't be more proud of them! But at the same time it's kinda sad because they're always too busy practising to hang out or party like before and some label wants to sign them meaning they'll be moving to London for a year to work on their music. I would never tell them I don't want them to leave, I mean who am I to stop them from living their dreams just so I can have my four dorky best friends back! They're still by dorky best friends like before, just busy this time. I'd still go to everyone of there concerts, hanging out with them backstage, cheering them on during and helping pack up after.
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"Hey guys?" I called trying to get all their attention, we were hanging out at lunch at the side of the school, Calum and Luke were play fighting, Michael cheering them on as Ashton went dad mode yelling about how someone's going to get hurt. They all froze at my words, eyes on me "what's up babe?" Cal asked what is it with these lot and nicknames? "Can we go on a road trip this weekend?" I asked unsure "like the one we spoke about at the dinner?" I added, regretting asking as they all looked at me with the same soft expression, Luke made his way over to me "of course we can, princess" he replied, slinging his arm over my shoulder, I rolled my eyes at the nickname. "Yeah! Let's do it before we have to leave" Michael commented, then it sunk in, they were really going to London, leaving me, I felt tears sting my eyes at the thought of my four best friends moving thousands of miles away, I refuse to cry in front of them so I threw my cigarette to the ground and almost ran off to the bathroom, looking down so other people wouldn't see me cry. Before slamming the bathroom door open, then the first stall I found, locking it and wiping my tear stained cheeks, doing everything I could to calm the fuck down. Soon enough I stopped crying and the bathroom was empty. Other than some slightly smudged mascara and bloodshot eyes I was good. I fixed myself up the best I could before taking a deep breath, ready to continue with my day and act like nothing happened, that was the plan until I was pulled into the janitor's cupboard by Michael.

"What's wrong?" he asked almost immediately "nice to see you too" I responded, refusing to look at him, he shrugged off my response "you've been crying, why?" fuck "nothing is wrong, I'm fine" I stated trying to come out of the closet, he wouldn't let me. "Talk to me" he demanded, so I did, I told him how proud I was at them doing so well, booking so many gigs and getting signed to a label but I didn't want him and the boys to leave even though I wouldn't try and stop them, he just stood there listening to me ramble about not wanting to lose my four best friends. The second I finished my rant he pulled me into a hug, stroking my hair, I couldn't bring myself to hug back because it just made me want to cry more.

"It'll be okay, I promise" was all he said before stroking my cheek and leaving me alone in the closet, alone with my shitty thoughts. We both knew damn well it wasn't going to be okay and that boy can't keep a promise for shit.