Hidden Talent

Chapter 33 - Songs From the Past

The party that the producers threw for us was about a day ago. Holden was still trying to apologize for all the stuff he pulled at the party, like turning out the lights, but he mostly apologized to me since I was the one looking after him the rest of that night.

Once he woke up the next morningand realization dawned on him, he freaked out. I told him it was alright even though my back still ached from sleeping on the couch but he didn't pull any other trick on us all since he knocked out after that one trick.

"I'm really sorry about what I did on Friday night Everly. You don't know how embarrassed and ashamed I am for doing those things. I-" he begged but I had to cut him off quickly.

"I get it Holden. I do," I turned around to look him straight in his eyes so he could get it, once and for all. "You are sorry. I understand."

"But you don't Ever-"

I raised my hand to stop him, once again.

"I do and you want to know why? It's because it's the only thing you've been telling me for the past day," I let out my frustration. "Forget about it Holden because I already did. You drank a bit too much. We all get that. So stop apologizing or else I won't forgive you but for a totally different reason. Just leave it in the past and move on, Holden. Please," this time I was the one begging him. It's just that I couldn't take one more apology from him or else I might just go off on him instead.

"Go to the game room. Play some video games. Or ask one of the chauffeurs to take you to a spa because you really need one," I spoke to him, after looking at his face. I hooked my arm around his shoulders and gave him a pat, encouraging him to relax and release all the stress he's holding in.

"Thank you Sully. You're the best," he wore a sad smile, before giving me a hug.

"Why is everyone calling me by my last name," I asked, while at the same time trying to lighten up the mood. But I really did wonder why.

He laughed his big belly laugh that echoed around the room for everyone to hear. "Don't fret about it Sullivan." He winked before walking away.

"Ok, major change in attitude," I huffed.

I shook my head trying to forget about Holden disregarding my question. I walked over to the backyard where I was expecting to meet with Calibur.

"Sup, Cal," I walked up to Cal who was swinging on a hammock that was attached to two small but sturdy trees, blocking the sun from hitting his face.

"Good, Ever. You made it," he responded without opening his eyes.

"Well, yeah. I wasn't so far away. I was just inside."

"Still," he smirked, opening one eye to look up at me before having it closed once again.

"Where's Ty? He's usually around you. I wouldn't have thought he'd leave you alone for a second. Especially with all these girls around. Any minute they could attack, like a serpent," I squinted while looking around use.

"You're my backup bodyguard now," he laughed.

"What? No." My face scrunched up in disgust. "I just want to be aware so in case if they do start attacking I'll be prepared to dodge out of the way so I won't have to army crawl my way out of the mob if I did get trapped."

"Why is it that everyone wants to leave me by myself to get attacked by my precious, but violent, fans?"

"Fans," I laughed. "More like people that are obsessed with you."

"Same thing," he shrugged as he sat up from his laying position from earlier.

My mouth drop open at his comment since I wouldn't have expected him to say that about his own fans.