The Day I was Called on Stage

Alex drama

Alex POV

As I laid on the couch channel surfing, I was still debating on calling her. I mean her home number is on her cell phone contact so I knew the number. It was almost a week since the last performance I had, the day i meet Willow. I wonder if she still remembers me? I still remember the way she looked that day, with her auburn hair falling past her face and landing lightly on her shoulders. I remember how the wind blew her perfume towards me,smelled somewhere between an orchid and vanilla. Oh great now I sound like a stalker. I only just met her! She was just on my mind all day, all week for that matter. "I hate you rockstars!" I need to prove to her that I'm not who she thinks I am.

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Willow POV

Where the hell is my phone?! I know I had it at the concert. I mean I was talking to my mom there. I was literally tearing my room apart as I searching unsuccessfully for my prized possession. "Willow! If you don't leave now you will be late for school!" my mom yelled as I gave up looking for it and quickly put my hair in a ponytail. I ran down the stairs two at a time and rode my bike to school.

By the time I got to school most of the people there were either in class or were heading to class. I lazily chained my bike to the bike rack close to the school and ran into the school, right into someone. "Shit!" I yelled rubbing my back side as I got up. I was about to tell the person off when I looked at his face. As I stared at him I noticed his all black style and her black hair that hung just over his eyes. He was totally hot, he must be new.

"Oh, sorry I wan't paying attention." I said blushing and looking down. He chuckled and said no problem. Hey, didn't I know him from somewhere? His voice sounded oddly familiar. "Hey have we met before?" I asked shifting slightly as I look up at the clock that hung in the hall. I was seriously late for class.

"You don't look familiar to me. My names Alex."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Willow." I said shaking his hand. Alex that name sounded familiar. I asked him why he was just standing in the middle of the hall and he replied he couldn't find his class. I took his class schedule and found out we had the same class. As we walked into class everyone's eyes were on me and Alex.

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Alex POV

"Well it's nice for you to finally join us Mrs. Reed. And who are you young man?" the teacher asked.

"I'm Alex Evans sir. I was asking Willow where my classes were. That's why she was late." I said lying through my teeth. Well, some of it was true.

"Oh, well I'm terribly sorry Mrs. Reed for me accusations." Mr. Simmons addressed to me. "Welcome to my class Mr. Evans, I'm Mr. Simmons. You can sit next to Mrs. Reed if you would like to, just don't get into any trouble."

"Thank you Mr. Simmons." I said following Willow to our seats. As I was trying to listen to whatever he was talking about a small piece of paper landed on my desk. I glanced at Willow as she mouthed open it.

Willow: Thanks for the save back there. I would of got in serious trouble if I was late for his class again.

I wrote no problem and passed it back to her. Just to have it passed right back to me.

Willow: What class do you have next?

Me: Science.

Willow: dang I have English. I guess I'll talk to you at lunch?