I yawn as I carry my guitar out of the school. I shiver as the cold night air hits my exposed legs. Carefully I make my way across the deserted parking lot. I place the guitar in the back seat before climbing in myself. I yawn again as I start the car up and drive myself home. I can barely stay awake at this point, still exhausted from my night out yesterday. When I pull into the parking lot and turn off the car I gather my school bag and climb out locking it. I make my way down the driveway and up to the mailbox before opening it.
"Evening Haley."
I jump at the sound of a voice from behind me. I turn around mail in hand to find a smirking Luke Hemmings.
"How'd you find where I live?" I ask.
The sound of fear is evident in my voice.
"Relax." He says chuckling. "I just moved across the street and I was in the garage when I saw you walk up."
"You're the new neighbors?"
I look at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Anything wrong with that?" He questions.
He looks at me with the same raised eyebrow. I giggle and cover my mouth with my hand nodding.
"No, it's just a lot of people in this neighborhood have famous parents."
"Famous?" He questions crossing his arms. "My parents are really good lawyers if that's what you mean."
I laugh again blushing, I don't mean to it's just funny that he's so clueless.
"No, like actually famous like musicians and stuff."
"What do you mean?" He asks rolling his eyes.
I don't exactly like coming out with it because once people know they treat me entirely different. Then it goes from I was born with a true gift to you only have that voice and instrumental talent because of your father.
"Well, two house down." I say pointing to the blue one. "That's where Chris Hemsworth lives."
"Who?"
I roll my eyes and sigh.
"He's an actor anyways, this house next to mine is Janelle's, her dad is Tommy Lee from Motley Crue." I mumble the last part.
I look up to see the blonde boys mouth open. My stomach churns at the realization that he's a fan. You might think it would be cool or fun to have a famous parent but it's not really fun at all.
"I love Motley Crue, I look up to them a lot." He says.
He smiles ear to ear and it makes something in my heart ache. I clear my throat looking at the ground before kicking a rock.
"And uh someone famous lives here." I say.
I keep my eyes peeled on the paved driveway wanting to look at anything but his expression.
"You're not famous yet Haley." He scoffs.
My eyes shoot up to meet his and I bite my lip.
"I'm talking about my dad Luke." I say gulping.
"Well who's your dad? I bet I don't even know him." He chuckles.
I look at him with scared eyes again biting my lip. His expression softens and he bends down to look at me.
"What's wrong?" He runs a hand through his quiffed hair. "How come you're afraid to tell me?"
I sigh kicking yet another rock as I ball up my fists.
