You flop into your seat at the back of the class and risk a glance out of the corner of your eye. Finally! This was the one class that you got to share with your four best friends. You grin as Alex winks at you while still chewing on his pencil. Zack slides into his seat on your right and reaches out to ruffle your hair, which is something that he’s done ever since you were little. Rian takes his seat in front of you, reaching behind him so that you can lean forward to high-five him while Jack sits on Rian’s left, giving you nothing more than the sup-nod. You grin at them all, unable to contain your excitement. It was the last lesson on a Friday, and you all knew what Fridays meant.
Band practice.
But then he just had to come along and ruin it. That one guy that everyone but you liked. Vic Fuentes. He’d grown up with Jack, Alex, Rian and Zack, just like you, but he’d never been nice to you, and the boys had never done anything to stop it. In fact, he’d been horrible to you when you were growing up. He’d put chewing gum in your hair; eaten a worm in front of you; thrown mud at you; not told you if you were about to step in dog poo when you were playing blind man’s buff; all sorts. But for some odd reason, no-one but you had something against him.
Vic sauntered into the class, his long hair under his backwards baseball hat, as always. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you thought about how ridiculous he looked. He high-fived Rian and Jack as he walked past, as well as having his butt slapped by Jack.
“Fancy a feel, Meagan?” He teases, waving his butt at you.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” You say frostily. “Maybe when I’m actually interested in you,”
“Suit yourself,” He smirks and takes his seat next to Alex.
Noticing the whiteness of your knuckles around your pen, Zack reaches over and puts his hand over yours. “Relax, May,” He says gently. Zack’s the only one of the guys who’s allowed to call you May.
You roll your eyes at him and refuse to respond to the various flirty notes that Alex throws onto your desk for the rest of the lesson. You didn’t know why Alex did it – you both saw each other in a completely sibling-esque way. You were incapable of thinking of him like that, so you simply put up with the flirting, because you knew he was joking.
The lesson drags past, but it eventually ends. You smile to yourself, because even if Vic had been in your class, that wasn’t going to ruin your night with the boys. Friday nights were the only nights that Vic couldn’t do, and the only weekday night that you could do, so it all worked out quite nicely. Friday nights were a Vic-free zone.
“Meagan,” Alex says in a pleading voice. “Is it okay if Vic joins us tonight?”
So much for just the four of us, you think bitterly. “Yeah, sure,”
The five of you walk to Zack’s house where band practice is that night. While you weren’t actually a member of All Time Low, the boys still let you sing with them, and if they played any shows, you would always be there, whether you were selling shirts or watching them. You’d watched them grow and develop as musicians and you couldn’t be more proud of them. But you knew there was no way you’d enjoy tonight with Vic there.
You sit on the moth-eaten couch in Zack’s basement while the guys set up and Vic sprawls next to you, spreading his arm along the back of the sofa and around you. You pick up his hand and drop it onto his lap. So he starts playing with your hair.
“Piss off, Vic!” You snap, slapping his hand away.
Vic looks hurt, but then he leaves you alone. Sensing the tension in the room, Jack says, “Shall we do the one that we wrote on Tuesday?”
You go to get up from your seat because you’d helped the boys write a song during lunch on Tuesday, complete with a verse for you to sing at the end, but something stops you. Vic stands up as well. You frown, your eyes darting straight to Rian, who’s always been completely frank with you. He shakes his head and you sink back into your seat, feeling slightly betrayed.
Vic walks over to the spare microphone – your microphone and the boys jump right into the song. You couldn’t deny it was catchy. You tap your foot as the song progresses, but it’s when Vic opens his mouth that surprise clenches your stomach.
“Hearts on fire tonight,
Feel my bones ignite,”
Your breath catches in your chest every time you hear Vic sing and your heart pounds that little bit faster. Throughout the whole song he doesn’t look away from you, intensity burning in his eyes. You feel yourself blushing and fix your eyes on Rian, whose hands were a blur as he drummed.
“So?” Jack says once the song is over. “What’d you think?”
“I…I…” Words seem incapable of leaving your mouth. “I need a drink,”
You bolt up the stairs to the kitchen and grab a glass of water, gulping it down quickly. When the glass is empty, you pour yourself another one, doing your best to calm down. Why were you reacting like this? All that had happened was that you’d seen Vic sing? Why was that such a big deal? Why was your body reacting like this? You take a deep, shaking breath to calm yourself down.
“I’m going to go downstairs and tell them that the song was awesome,” You tell yourself firmly, trying to ignore the fact that your hands were shaking.
“May?” A voice says. Is that Vic? Your heart skips in your chest. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” You say, your voice coming out a little higher than normal. You feel your cheeks heat up again.
Vic comes into the room, looking slightly nervous. “I’m sorry for messing up your night with the guys. I know Fridays are your thing,”
A wave of guilt sweeps over you. “It’s not like I own them. You’re welcome to see them whenever you want,”
He shifts his weight from foot to foot. “Yeah, but I’ve always been horrible to you. I mean, the mud, the chewing gum, smearing dog poo over your shoes and then blaming it on Jack?”
“That was you?! Vic, I didn’t talk to Jack for a week because of that!”
“Exactly. And that’s why I’m sorry.”
You sigh and tuck a strand of your brown hair behind your ear. “We were seven then, Vic,”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t apologise,” He says cheekily. He crosses the room and hugs you. Not knowing what else to do, you automatically hug him back. You smile, just because it’s like hugging one of the guys.
Vic pulls away from the hug, but his arms don’t leave you. His eyes meet your brown ones, and you can’t help but notice how nice his eyes are. They’re brown, just like yours, but they’re totally different. His are dark and seductive and you feel like they’re burning into your very being. But then his eyes flicker to your lips and you know what’s coming next. His nose nudges against yours and you giggle slightly before you feel the soft press of his lips against your own. Your arms snake from his waist up around his neck before you tangle your fingers in his hair while he grips your waist tightly, pulling you closer to him.
When you finally break apart, you reach down and slap Vic’s butt. He gives you a confused look. “I told you I’d slap your butt when I was interested in you,”
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I'm really sorry this has taken me pretty much a month to write I understand that I'm a terrible human being anyways I hope you liked the ATL/Vic-ness (and Love Like War is awesome)
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