Lonely Track

Chapter 3.

“Chocolatey chip frappuccino for Andy!” Calum shouted as I finished making the orders.

 It was only 11 in the morning and the café is pretty crowded. Maybe it was because of Calum and his band members, they are quite popular in our area and I heard that they know how to rock. They were also physically attractive but then who cares about facial features when their insides were rotting. Anyway, they like hanging out here so girls come here often to get their photos and autographs which is why they’re like artists. 

“Hey! Are you coming over?” Calum shouted. He was now at the table near the counter and I was cleaning the sink.

“Uh, no. I think not.” I said even though I didn’t know what Calum was talking about.

“What? Why? You should be there because you haven’t seen us perform live.” Calum said, his voice sounded quite surprised.

“Okay, I’ll try.” I said. I’m close to believing that Calum was trying to invite me but then I realized that their band will be playing for our school’s 20th anniversary tonight.

Going out at night was not my thing but then I think it would mean no harm because it’s just our school. I also expect that my paintings were hanging now.

Luke’s POV

“I already told you that I can’t come.” I answered, starting to get irritated.

“What the fuck Luke! You have to come.” Now, he’s being pushy.

“I. CAN. NOT. COME.” I said popping every word.

“NO. YOU ARE OUGHT TO COME! We have agreed that we’ll perform and then you’re going to cancel? Luke, you will come. Give this to Liz please.” Squishy’s voice was getting angrier including the others in the background.

“Why?” I asked. I know he was going to talk to my mom because my mom likes seeing me on stage.

“Okay. I’ll call her myself.” And then there was the beep.

The band got invited to perform and as the vocalist I should be there but I’m tired of all those girls screaming and those girls who want me to sign their boobs. With our popularity, I’m surprised that we haven’t got an offer with different record labels.

“Luke, let’s go.” I heard mom shouting from downstairs.

“Where are we going?” I shouted back.

“To your designated venue of course!” Well, looks like he convinced mom.

Alice Jane’s POV

I wore my normal jeans and my sweatshirt. It was really dark outside even though it was only 6 pm, it’s really scary. I was only waiting for the time so I can settle and go to our school, I don’t want to be late nor to be too early.

I plugged in my earphones and one of my favorite songs blasted.

With a face from a movie scene

Or magazine, know what I mean

She's definitely got the style on you

She's got two-tone everything

Moving but she just can't move

She's got two phones, everything, you

Moving but she just can't move

I like a lot of bands and singers like Paramore, the 1975, All Time Low, Mayday Parade, One Direction, Demi Lovato, Ariana Grande and so many more to mention. My whole world’s going to shatter without music and I think I’d go crazy. It’s the only thing I can’t count on aside from books and my crafts.

I made my way downstairs looking for my grandma, she hates me but I respect her because she sort of adopted me even though she was a monster to me. I found her in the kitchen, as usual and bid her goodbye. She completely ignored me and focused on her cupcakes.

I rode the bus and pictured what would happen later. It was my habit picturing and imagining things that would never happen and sometimes the worst things that would happen again. I am very morbid but who wouldn’t be if their hair was set on fire a year ago or nearly got killed and had no friends. Maybe that was just me after all. I’m different, yes I am. 

Finally, the bus stopped in front of our school. As I entered, the hallways were lightened with different arts made by students. I was just looking for my paintings until I finally found it. They were barricaded and it didn’t have the artist’s name on it like the others. Well of course Alice Jane, you’re supposed to be hiding and you will never be anything you want to be. I hate talking to myself. I’m disappointed, yes. On the other hand, I think it’s better this way… I’m a big secret.

I made my way to our school’s soccer field, there were already colorful lights and the stage was already there. Music was blasting and everybody’s dancing. It was like being inside a club or a bar. I sat on the bench and waited for the program to start, hopefully no one will see me. I’m pretty sure I’d receive death glares from those mean girls and the guys will play another trick on me; I’m used to that and I really want it to stop. I don’t want to cry but my tears really want to fall and I will hurt myself again because that kind of pain is much better than the emotional pain I always feel when I’m outside.

“Have you seen those paintings? They’re totally cool”

“Yeah, I wonder who made them.”

“Those were totally coral!”

I heard girls talking. I assumed they were talking about my work because all the other pieces had their names on it.

“Uh, hi.. hello…” I hear Calum’s voice through the microphone. He was checking if it was working so he kept on saying hi and hello. “Okay.” He said through the microphone again.

“Hello guys, we are 5 seconds of summer.”  The drummer whose name is Ashton from what I’ve heard.

“Pretty sure you know us all…” the pink haired guy said, Michael.

I don’t. I said internally. I don’t really know them, it was only because of Calum that I knew their names and that they were a band… also thanks to those squealing girls.

“Well, we would like to introduce our band vocalist… who just arrived. Luke Hemmings everyone!” Calum introduced their vocalist.

It was weird because I never saw him inside the café. Maybe he was not close with the band. He’s familiar. Dirty blonde? No Jane, you’re dreaming.

They started singing their originals and they really were good. I really liked their song Heartbreak Girl and Out of My Limit, it was catchy. Their vocalist is really a good singer. Dirty blonde. Maybe it’s him. No. Stop.

 Was it him in my dreams?

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Double update! I wonder if people are reading my story... Hahaha! :-) I'm like Alice Jane though... not from her experiences but we feel the same thing. I feel useless sometimes even with all the friends I got, as though I was not meant to be in this world... so yeah, here's chapter 3! :-D