Best Day of My Life

Chapter 9 - Kayla

 Author's note: This chapter does switch point of views for a little bit, but I will let you know when that happens. :)

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           He lied to me. How could he? Why would he hide this important piece of information from me? I watched as he sat there with Adrian and the other three members of the band Counting Starz. He looked so happy, sitting there, so casual. Does James really miss me at all?

           Then I saw it. A flicker of something in his eyes. He looked sad. I didn’t know what to make of it. I sat there, speechless as Emily barked on the phone. She couldn’t believe it either. The one question remained on both of our minds however. What were we going to do now?

         

        The next couple days, Emily and I lived our lives like normal. As normal as it could get when you find out the boy you are dating was super famous. (It explains the hat and sunglasses at the mall and the date. He must have thought that I would recognize him when he took them off but I didn’t. Maybe that’s why he seemed a little surprised.) James texted me but I ignored every single text. I didn’t want to talk to him. At one point, he even called. I had been with Emily at the time and I just stared at my phone, not finding the guts to answer it. She didn’t press it either.

           I listened to his voice mails though. There was one that said. “Kayla, I know this is the fiftieth time that I have called, but I hope you’re okay. Please call me back.” Then he hung up. Each message said something along those lines.

           My family found out who James and Adrian were and were just as shocked. And they were completely aware of James trying to get a hold of me. In a way, they felt bad. We all wondered what was going to happen next.                          

                                                                               Emily

           After I had hung up on Kayla, I checked my phone. I had talked to her for a good twenty minutes and now my phone was unlocked again.

             Adrian had texted me. Before they had gone on the show. But I didn’t text back. Not after what I had just found out.

              Poor Kayla. All she could do was pretty much sit in shock as she watched Counting Starz on the T.V. screen. She was getting really close with James, but now she didn’t know what was going to happen between them. I knew she wanted nothing more than to text him and figure out what was going on, but she didn’t because she was too hurt.

          Despite my sympathetic thoughts for Kayla, my thoughts were mostly directed towards Adrian. I wanted to text him back, but I was also hurting. I was confused and scared. If we were to keep going with this, which I don’t know if we would even see each other again, the press would find out eventually and I could never deal with that. It was sad to think that the end of our date may have been the last time I saw him in person. But most of all, I was angry. Angry that he hadn’t said anything, angry that he was a part of a superstar boy band. Why couldn’t he just be a normal teenage boy, one who I could have a normal relationship with, who went to a regular high school, who had regular, non-famous friends, who I could look at every day and not have to worry about an angry mob of girls coming after me for dating a very famous celebrity?

           Even as I thought this, my heart was heavy with dread. I did like him. A lot. But I couldn’t just get over these feelings in one sitting. I couldn’t forgive him just yet. He had scarred me too deeply. I went up to my room thinking of these things. Wishing he could have at least told me. Wishing he had never asked me on a date. Wishing I never had discovered feelings for him. Wishing I had never even bumped into him on that escalator.