Chapter Four

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Over 200 reads! WOOP WOOP! Finally got an update for you guys. It's a little short but it might be my favorite chapter so far sense this one is really going to lead you into the depth of the story.

No I didn't spell check anything. Yes it most likely has spelling errors. You should just expect this out of me on every chapter by now. Sorry haha.

Hope you love it!

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"How you doing Estella?"

After Luke's little confession I stood there shocked. I literally just started at him! I don't even think I blinked! I was just so lost in his shallow, ocean blue eyes and stuck on the few words that tumbled off his lips with ease, that I couldn't comprehend any coherent words, let alone sentences, to respond with.

Then just as I opened my mouth to speak, and strong, muscled arm was snaked across my shoulders and pulled me into the side of a figure I knew all too well.

"Oh, uh, good. How about you Calum?" I turned my head to look up at the male next to me and smiled.

I felt a little bad. Luke's probably going to think I don't like him back and is never going to talk to me again.

Do I like him back?

"Swell! Thank you!" He smiled a toothless grin down at me but stretching it wide, making his cheeks form into something of a chipmunk.

"Well, uh, I think I'm gunna go. Great seeing you again Estella." Luke looked between me and Calum, who still had me attached to his hip, then turned to walk away with nothing but a pissed off thud to his steps not even waiting for a reply, walking in the same direction as Michael had.

"See ya later mate!" Calum called.

As soon as he had gone Calum let his arm fall off my shoulders and faced me.

"How did you like the show?" He asks, looking at me genuinely happy.

"It was great. You all sounded beautiful. How come you never told me you guys were in a band? I didn't even know you were friends with Michael, well I knew Luke knew him but that's besides the point." I begin to start to ramble so I stop myself before I could, looking up at him.

"You were never around long enough for us to have a proper conversation. I don't even know your last name." He pointed out.

I realized he was right. I guess I just felt like I knew him more then I actually did. Well, I felt like I knew all of them more than I actually did.

"Delight."

"Huh?" He raises his eye brow at me.

"That's my last name." I giggle.

"Estella Delight? That's strange." he snorted.

"And what's yours then if mines so terrible?" I cross my arms, looking at him smugly instead of the other way around.

"I didn't say it was terrible." He protested. "It actually makes sense. You know, sense your such a delight to be around, not to mention look at." It's like he literally stole the expression off my face as I changed mine to a look of embarrassment with pink cheeks to complete the cascade.

"Hood. My last names Hood." He says, taking out his phone from his back pocket and focusing on, taping a few buttons here or there while furrowing his eye brows as he concentrated to get to where he needed on his phone.

"Give me your phone." He demands, holding out his hand to me, with out taking he gaze off his device.

When I didn't budge and just stared at him he finally glanced up.

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