Choosing A Direction

~Chapter 11~

"After today's concert, things are going to be a little different," says Chocolate Chunk as he paces up and down the stage. "Instead of just heading straight to bus, we're going to hang around for like an hour with the girls who got backstage passes,

I'm the only one who seems surprised by this. The boys grumble about how tired they'll be, but I know they'd do anything for their fans. I've been traveling with them for almost three months and we've never had a backstager yet. For once I was actually excited for the end of a concert.

As the boys worked their magic on stage, I watched the crowd, trying to identify which girl would be backstage with us tonight. Would it be the one with stringy black pigtails and a mouth full of metal? Or would it be the super skinny one with the gorgeous waist length black hair? The anticipation was killing me.

Finally, the concert is over and the girls are ushered backstage by Chocolate Chunk. remember, we're still in Japan, and I guess they don't see many black people here, because they were gawking at him like he was Godzilla himself.

There were five of them; a awkwardly skinny one in a tank top so brightly pink it hurt to look at it, a slightly plump one who looked like she was about to bust out of her jeans, the one with the mouth full of metal, the girl with the gorgeous black hair, and one that was breathtakingly beautiful. She also had waist length black hair, but her's was more luscious and smooth. Her face was a healthy pale, with just some simple eyeliner; she made her eyes look huge, like one of those manga characters. She was dressed in a red halter top that hugged her every curve and her mile long legs that looked even taller with her silver heels, were sheathed in skin tight black jeggings. I could almost hear the drool coming from the boys mouths and looked down at my pathetic plaint white tee and gray shorts.

The other four girls squeal with delight and surround them with Japanese chatter, which, of course, none of us can understand. They just smile and nod and hope they're saying the right thing.

"Hello, boys," purrs the Goddess (yes, that will be her new nickname) "I am Kykyco," she extends her hand for a handshake. Harry takes it and brings it to his lips. 

"A pleasure to meet you, Kykyco" he says with a slight bow. 

"Can we get some nachos for this cheese?" I deadpan. Everyone laughs, even Kykyco.

"I am so glad you can speak English, I can't understand a word of that Japanese," Louis says with a dramatic air to his voice.

Kykyco nods. "This is why I took English classes for seven years, so I would be able to converse with the American performers that come to Japan," 

"Cool, so how old are you?" ask Niall. I glare at him. 

"Why do you need to know?" I snap. Liam chuckles to himself. "What's so funny?" 

"Somebody a little jealous, Savannah?" he teases. My face flushes with embarrassment. 

"I am so not jealous of that-- I mean her!" I stutter, trying to regain what little dignity I have left. My efforts are futile and they just tease and taunt m e more.

"You know what? Fuck it! I seriously don't care what you guys do with the slut," I shout angrily. I have had enough. I stomp out the building and stew silently on the bus. Liam, Louis, and Zayn come back after a few minutes and apologize, but after an hour, there's still no sign of Harry and Niall.

"I'm going to get them," I announce. This was going to be payback for teasing me like that. I try to creep backstage as stealthily as I can. The other fangirls have left, making it a little easier. When I get to a curtained off area, I hear low voices talking. 

"Well, you could come over to my apartment after you check in," says an oddly familiar voice. Kykyco.

"Yeah, but we're gonna be so tired and need our energy--" something cuts off Harry and I can only imagine the worst--her lips. I rip the curtain back and connect my hand with her cheek with a satisfying SMACK! She lets out a small cry and stumbles to the ground. 

"Savannah! What the hell!?" screams Niall as she helps her up. Harry is fuming, too.

"Seriously, bro, you didn't have to slap her," There's a bright red hand print on Kykyco's cheek and she looks a little haggard. She tells them that she's fin and gets out of the building as if it were on fire. 

Harry and Niall don't even speak to me as we walk  to the bus. Harry avoids his usual seat in the booth seat with me and sits in the bench seat in the back. Niall tursn his back to me and plays on his iPhone. 

Guilt be riddles me, but also the fine burn of jealousy. I can't explain to them why i slapped Kykyco, but I think they've already figured it out for themselves.

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Ugh. Disgusting. This chapter is just blech. I might put this story on hold cuz I’m not too focused on it right now; that's why this chapter was so short and boring. thanx for reading though!