Indie Rokkers

3 ≈ Stubborn Love

       Clara's P.O.V.

I arrived at the café Camille told me to meet her in and quickly found her in a booth at the back, fiddling on her phone. She was gorgeous as always, even with simple skinny blue jeans, beige topcoat and high heels; her golden hair was loose over her shoulders and strands fell over her freckled face adorably, making her even prettier.

''Hey!'' She got up to hug me and I smiled, hugging her back. ''Where's Megan?'' She asked as soon as we pulled away and sat down.

''Ah, she's just being an ass again. Nothing, really. Just... PMS, I think.'' I forced a chuckle, avoiding the subject; she laughed too and nodded, dropping it.

I didn't want to tell Camille that Megan in fact still did not like her, because honestly Camille was always so nice to everyone, and it must be awful having to deal with people's shit all the time and then be told that some don't like you.

For a while we just sat there talking, until she got a call from someone, probably her boyfriend, and she said the car that would get us to the venue was waiting outside. 

I was beaming as we walked out of the café, towards the big black car with painted windows, and the driver got out to open the doors for us. When we got inside, Camille wrapped a blindfold over my head.

''So you won't see the name of the band outside the building.'' She explained, making me giggle in excitement and forget almost completely about Megan.

Once we arrived, Camille and what I presumed was a bodyguard guided us inside and into a sort of VIP area. It must have been weird for Camille to be talking to me while I'm blindfolded, but nevertheless we did, until I heard my phone blaring out its ringtone.

''Uh, just a sec.'' I mumbled to Camille. ''Hello?''

''Clara, give the phone to Camille.''

''What? Megan-''

''Just. Do. It.''

''Alright, moody.'' I grumbled. ''Uh, Camille? Here, Megan wants to talk to you.'' 

She replied with a suspicious ''okay'' and got the phone from my hands. I couldn't really hear what she was saying because of the roar of the crowd, but I felt like something weird was going on.

***

       Megan's P.O.V.

Clara had left me, probably already at the 'amazing' gig. I sighed and pushed Ana off my knee, who had somehow managed to wiggle herself up there. That dog amazes me. Well, Clara had been gone a while, longer than an hour, and that had given me time to think. Why was I being so selfish? Why didn't I just go to the gig to make her happy, at least?

I sighed heavily and dragged myself up off the sofa, grabbing my phone to call Clara.

It rung for a while, and she did not pick up. I huffed angrily, throwing my phone on the couch, and then picking it up again to text Camille, asking where they were. In a minute or so, she had replied; it was a bit far from where we lived, but I'd manage to get there... and make Clara happy.

I hate everything.

***

After showering, I got changed into a pair of black skinny jeans, a tee with the artwork from Coldplay's new album Ghost Stories, my high top blue converse and a black leather jacket, and collected my keys and phone before speeding outside and towards the venue.

I had to take the tube, catch a bus and walk for a few blocks before I got there, huffing and almost regretting my life choices. I went straight towards the back doors; no way in hell I was going to wait in line to get in when I was ''friends'' with the girlfriend of one of the band members.