Scars {Completed}

Chapter Eighteen

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Roquelle's POV

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Mark's going to be alone.. this can be fun.

I wander around backstage, as I come across one of the dressing rooms. Slowly putting my ear close to the door, I hear someone practicing some singing notes.

Without a warning, I walk in, and clear my throat, grabbing the attention of the guy inside.

"Uh- hi?" He says, confused.

"Hi," I reply walking over to him, "What's your name?" I ask, stroking my index finger down his chest.

"Considering you're at a playing of my band, I would think you'd know my name." He says, as he simply pushes me gently away and turns to face the mirror behind him, arranging his hair, "Um- did someone tell you that you could be backstage?" He asks.

"Well, no. But I saw you, and I was hoping an acception could be made." I reply, leaning against the mirror, blocking his view of himself.

I don't really know where I'm going with stealing Kenzie's boyfriend, but my boyfriend said to make her life hell, and that's exactly what I aim to do.

No matter how far I have to go to do it.

I stand up straight and pull him closer by the collar of his shirt, "You smell so hot..." I whisper.

"You should- Uh, probably get back to the show." He mumbles, unsure of what to do.

Ah, clueless guys. So... clueless.

"I'd much rather be here." I reply, pushing him up against a nearby table.

He clears his throat, and shoves me off, "No, you should really leave." He replies.

I guess it dawned on him that

I wasn't going anywhere, so he heads for the door.

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Kenzie's POV

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After I helped Harry with the mic, the boys got on stage and performed.

Whoever said dudes can't sing, were proved SO wrong!

I mean- of course I paid attention to the rest of the band... But Mark just seemed to grab my attention more.

"What'd you think of the performance?" A voice says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I thought it was amazing!" I reply, turning around to be greeted by Mark's smile.

"I'm glad you thought so." He says, leaning down, and kissing me.

Okay. So it wasn't just a kiss, it turned into a tiny make-out session.. but can you blame me?

"Kenzie!" A screechy voice calls, making me pull apart from Mark.

I turn to see Roquelle.

We were supposed to watch the band together, but she had different plans.

When I got back to where I had left her, she was no where to be seen.

"I was looking for you!" She exclaims, pulling me a bit further from Mark.

"Uh- who's she?" Mark asks, with a slight shaky voice.

"Oh! Right. Roquelle, this is my boyfriend, Mark. Mark, this is Roquelle." I say, introducing them.

Roquelle simply smiles to Mark, and turns her full attention to me, awaiting me to talk to her.

"I, uh, I couldn't find you. Where'd you go?" I ask, trying to be polite.

I mean, I know I invited her to the concert, but she made me bring her here, then she disappeared, and she interrupted a kiss between Mark and I.. Not cool.

"I couldn't find you, so I was just watching the show from... a different angle." She replies, looking behind me, towards Mark.

This chick is strange.

"Okay," I simply say, "So do you need a ride home?" I ask.

"No actually, my.. friend said he'd come pick me up." She smiles, "He's probably already here, I should go." She adds as she double checks her pockets, "We should get together again sometime."

"Yeah, totally." I agree.

After we hug our goodbye's, she leaves and Mark wraps his arms around my waist, "Now, where we?" He snickers, turning me around and tilting my chin up.

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Considering I had my truck, Mark didn't want me driving alone, so he offered to carpool with me.

"You. Are. Going. To. Kill. US!" Mark repeats for the third time, holding onto anything he can to keep steady.

"You're over reacting! Calm down!" I laugh, taking a sharp turn.

"You drive like a maniac." He complains.

"And you act like one," I laugh, " and, my driving isn't that bad!"

"I'm not saying it's bad.. I'm just saying.. it's dangerous." He laughs.

"Dangerous for who?" I ask, as a white van cuts me off, "Watch where you're going!" I yell, honking at him.

"Dangerous for the people on the road with you." He snickers.

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Roquelle's POV

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AFTER THE CONCERT

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"No actually, my.. friend said he'd come pick me up." I reply, "He's probably already here, I should go." I finish, putting a fake smile on my face.

She agrees, and I leave after a horrendously awful hug from her.

Who the fuck does she think she is? She seems to assume the World revolves around her.

I leave the place the concert was held at and pull out my phone, speed dialing my boyfriend.

After a few rings, someone answers.

"Hey Matt," I smile, "Yeah, don't worry, Kenzie and I are getting along perfectly fine."

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AUTHOUR'S NOTE!!!

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HEY GUYS!!!

Okay! So.. Roquelle is a bit of trouble. Lol

Maybe you like, maybe you don't.

Whatever floats your boat haha

OH!

Does anyone know what dreams mean? I've been having the same strange ones over and over again... Private Message me if you have an idea XD

THANK YOU!

Okay, BYE! ^~^