The Unexpected Angel (Sequel to Be My Mistake)

Who was he?

"Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!" Someone decided that screaming their head off was the best way to wake up a moody pregnant girl.

"Matt, I swear to high heavens, if you don't shut up, I WILL KILL YOU WITH YOUR OWN GUITAR!" I scream in no certain direction, pulling my Courage blanket over my head. I realized that this blanket literally went everywhere with me.

"But, Anna," He says in a hurt matter, pulling away the thin curtain that hid my bunk from the rest of the bus. "I thought you would be excited about the show today."

"I am." I state in a groggy tone, rolling over to face him. "But not till it actually starts." I smirk, closing my eyes again.

"It starts in half an hour."

"What?!" I asked, shooting my eyes open. "How late did I sleep?" I question quickly, ripping the cover off of my cold body.

"You went to bed at one a.m. last night with Hunter after the show, so it's no wonder you slept so late. Not to mention you kept wining about how much your back, your feet, your neck and your head hurt. So we let you sleep super, super duper late." He answers me, smiling like an idiot.

I put a hand up to his face, sighing. "Matty, I love you, but you didn't really answer my question. You know that, right?" I asked him.

He looks away in thought, as if trying to remember what he had just previously said.

"Forget it. Where's Hunter?" I question him, hoping he knows.

"In the concert building already. He sent me to come wake you up. Get ready, then meet Hunter backstage. Here's a pass. BYE BYE LOVELY." He threw a pass onto the bed, then ran out of the bus.

Whatever.

I slowly slide off of the bed and scrounge the bus for my suitcase. Once finding it at the end of my bunk, oddly enough, I pull out a pair of light blue, faded jeans and a red long sleeved shirt, quickly putting them on. I felt the baby kick as I smoothed the soft cotton shirt over my belly and jumped slightly, smiling.

"Ready for another concert, Angel?" I asked, rubbing my baby bump. To my surprise, she kicked again.

"I'll take that as a yes!" I laughed, bending over to grab my high tops.

After struggling with the darn shoes, I made my way out of the bus with my pass, while throwing my hair into a crazily messy bun on top of my head. I wouldn't be surprised if I got weird looks.

My shoes squeaked as I slowly made my way down the fairly busy halls, hoping no one would notice me. I wasn't exactly sure how the media didn't know we were expecting, but there was no drama being fussed about it. Maybe they knew, and they just didn't care. I wouldn't complain if that were the case.

As I aimlessly follow the important looking people in front of me, I found myself being lost. I spin in slow circles, trying to look for a way to where I was going. But it was no use.

I was clueless.

"This place is to big for my small brain," I joked, but kept a frustrated frown on my face.

As I continued to frantically find my way, hoping I wouldn't miss Hunter's show, my eyes landed on a janitor. His attire was a ordinary blue jumper sort of thing. His time was being occupied as he stroked a mop back and forth on the floor, head hanging low. Conversations floated in the air from the people that surrounded me, but it all seems blurred as I looked at this man. His body build was oddly familiar, and I felt myself becoming confused as he slowly lifted his head up, showing a smirk that played on his lips. His neon yellow hat hid his eyes, but I still felt like I knew this person somehow.