The Girl Behind the Light

Chapter Four: The Big Trip (Part Two)

October 17, 20-

You had no business being in there with her.

That thought haunted me all night, and it even gave me a dream that was a flashback to that situation but in a more perverted manner. It scared me truly, and it gave me horrible guilt. That's not to mention how a text Ariana sent me was what woke me up this morning, and because Stream shows me her profile picture next to the message, I was reminded of her astonishing looks, and it was at that point I chucked my phone at my luggage, and that woke Nate up.

"Hey, keep it down, dude." I felt bad for disturbing him, but yet Ariana probably wouldn't care. I know I should reply to her because it's the respectful thing to do, but since she doesn't know I read her message I can just pretend I'm still sleeping.

Dillon and Ali are still dead asleep, and because of the positions they're sleeping in it almost looks like the excitement fairy came to visit them last night. The blankets on both beds looked trashed, and the room was littered with late night munchies. It's like we were drunk or something.

Once the alarm hit 7 we all got up, and even with me getting the least amount of sleep, Dillon was complaining the most about being tired, and he got the most sleep. We walked downstairs and had breakfast in the hotel dining room. The food tasted like it came from a run down school cafeteria, but yet they know how to make a really good waffle. I ended up stuffing myself with 4 of those, along with a tall glass of milk to rub in the wounds of my lost appetite.

Our big competition at Steven's Point High School was today, and we were looking to win the whole thing. The bands that signed up weren't from AMBO, but rather they were from the local organization [called the Tri-State Band and Orchestra association] TSBOA. We usually win these competitions because the organization has a lot of washed up marching bands from around the area, ran greatly by old drunks or new band directors that haven't figured it out yet. We had to leave the hotel at 10, but it was only 8 right now. We had about two hours to either clean and fool around in our room, or just fool around in our room, and because we're boys we decided to just fool around. Thanks to Ali's great technology skills we were able to setup up a game station and play video games for an hour and a half. I didn't partake in it though, as I just wanted to take a shower before we left, then just continue writing in my journal. Dillon thought I was stupid for not waiting until later to take a shower, but I was gonna take two showers anyway because I didn't shower yesterday.

I decided to bring my phone with me this time just in case Ariana texted me. She did, and once I got out I decided to just text her while my body was drying. I came out of there after she said bye, and Dillon was still suspicious of me.

"You were in there for a while man, what were you doing?" Why was he being so nosy? He and Carol have just been up in my business lately.

"Relax, I was just getting a lot of text messages and figured I would wait until I was finished with that before I got out." I sounded a little too sassy for my own good, but Dillon shut his mouth after I said that.

I finished writing all this down right now, making it almost 9:30 officially. The game station was turned off, and Dillon gave the cue to get ready to leave. I was already dressed in my band shirt and shorts, along with my marching shoes so that I wouldn't have to put them on there. With exhaustion finally dragging me down, we walked over to the buses. I would've written what happened there had I not fallen asleep on Tori.

She woke me up 20 minutes later when we arrived at Steven's Point High School. The saddlebacks they were, with a logo more fake than a female celebrity's body. It was the exact replica of the professional football team called the Dinco Saddlebacks. I wasn't sure how legal that was but I just accepted it.