Starring role | l.h

Chapter VIII

Samantha Stewart

"Becky, I'm sure the boys were amazing but I do not want to be late for Ms. Harris today." I walked past her and hurried down the hallway. She immediately caught up beside me and laughed.

"Since when did you care about history?" I rolled my eyes at her question and stopped suddenly when I finally stumbled upon the entrance.

I took a quick glance around the room and instantly spotted the boys surrounded by a pile of students. I shook my head in dismay as I watched Becky try and squeeze her way in the crowd of gushing teenage girls to get to Calum.

I spotted Michael waving at me from the far end of the room making all heads turn to look at me. I waved back and suddenly felt conscious from all the dirty looks I was getting from all the people inside.

I'm guessing you could say that it didn't look normal for a guy like him to notice a girl like me in a room full of crowded people craving their attention and the fact that our social status doesn't entirely match wasn't helping much.

I decided to sit quietly upfront as they all continued their loud business at the back. They weren't jamming loud like they usually do but the loud noise consisted mostly of a lot of people talking about how much they enjoyed the show and how good the boys were the other night.

I instantly thought about the night I spent with Logan and come to realize that I didn't really have any regrets. I had an amazing date with my boyfriend and that was it. I didn't need to feel bad because I couldn't go to a concert and instead, I should start getting my priorities straight and set my guilt feelings aside. I needed to focus on my studies and make up for the lost time I spent with the boys instead of Logan.

"Sammie!" I heard someone scream, completely dragging me away from my thoughts and bringing me back into reality.

I turned around and spotted Luke walking towards me. I noticed another set of weird looks from the other students as they watched Luke walk up to me like it was the most casual thing for him to do.

"I'm guessing the show went well?" He laughed at my question and sat down on the seat beside me.

"Hell yeah it did, it's too bad you couldn't make it though. But hey listen, Becky took a few good shots of the performance and I think you should really see it." I chuckled at his buoyancy and started feeling bad all over again for missing their show.

"I'll have a look at it later." I said as he gave me one of his usual smirk that could make any girl in this world go wild.

"How was your date?" He asked nonchalantly as he fiddled with his nails.

I shrugged. "It was fine, I guess."

He looked up from his hands and peered at me for a second. "What'd you guys do?" He asked and leaned his chair closer to mine to listen.

"Well, we had fun back in the arcade and had picnic in the park after that. It was romantic really and I think I wouldn't have spent the night in any other way than that." It wasn't the whole truth but some part of that statement was true and I think that was pretty much what I've been trying to convince myself ever since that night.

"Arcade and picnic, huh?" I nodded in response.

"Yup." He let out a little laugh.

"Wait till the boys hear it." He looked behind him and made a face at them from across the room.

"What? Why?" I asked timidly.

He snickered. "They are so going to hate you for going to an arcade and have picnic instead of going to the show." He said while looking at the boys from afar.