Chapter 8

3.1K 91 2
                                    

Once the song was over I looked down at my guitar. I was too afraid to look up and look that guy in the eyes. It's not that I don't want to, I really want to. But if I won't be able to stop.

Me and the guys played Disasterology, then Just The Way I'm Not, and a few songs from Of Mice & Men's new album. The crowd loved Seventh Avenue, which felt amazing. Okay I need to forget about this guy, I'm not enjoying myself. Once we finished Bones Exposed by Of Mice & Men I felt exhausted, and we have a few songs left.

I looked at David offstage and mouthed out "Do you have a water bottle?" He shook his head and made a signal that meant if i want him to go and get water from the bar. I shook my head and mouthed "I can get it myself."

I went up to the guys and whispered if they wanted a glass of water too. They all wanted a glass, I set my guitar against an amp and jumped off the stage onto my feet which got me some surprised looks. I ignored them and walked up to the bar. The cute bartender smiled at me and raised an eyebrow and said "Good job up there." I smiled and said "Thanks, umm can a waitress come up to the stage and bring us all a glasses of water?"

He nodded and said "Of course babe." I nodded back uncomfortably and looked to my left and saw him. He was glaring at the bartender, suddenly I felt guilty for flirting. The mystery guy moved his gaze and looked me in the eye. It was a powerful gaze, does anyone else see this intense staring going on?

I felt a tap on my shoulder and the mystery guy looked annoyed. I turned and saw the bartender leaning over the bar and said "Do you want us to kick that guy out? He's been staring at you since you came in." I looked at him and he was yet again glaring at the bartender, did I want him gone? I told the bartender that wasn't necessary and I walked back to the stage.

Author's Note

FOLLOW, VOTE, AND COMMENT

My Protective DemonWhere stories live. Discover now