Miles Away

Chapter 6 - To Stray From The Track

Chapter 6
Ella
To Stray From The Track

If it was possible for me to kill Charlee, I would.

After our fight, and the multiple text messages I’d left on her phone ranting about my apologies, she replied with a simple, ‘I’m coming over.’ When she did, I was expecting another argument concerning the few choice words about her sex life I let slip from my lips. I expected her to call me a few vulgar names or maybe even slap me. What I wasn’t expecting was the plans she’d made at the market before asking me first.

“Are you kidding me?” I asked, dropping my facial features, wrinkles creasing into my forehead.

She waved her hand nonchalantly like this wasn’t a big deal. “He really seems to like you, El. I couldn’t just say no…”

“It’s not that hard to utter a one syllable word! I don’t even know who the hell this boy is and you practically set me up with him!” I screeched, waving my hands around.

“Calm down, drama queen,” Charlee simply stated.

My jaw dropped at her choice of words and she giggled. “That was payback for what you said earlier.”

As I picked my jaw back up, I dropped my hands to lie on my hips and pouted. “I don’t want to go on a date with him.”

She sighed dramatically, like I was the biggest nuisance in her life. “It’s not even really a date. He just wanted us to come out and listen to his band before they leave for tour. He’ll be gone for months after that. You won’t ever have to see him again.”

I took in the facts slowly, gears shifting in my head as I listened. She clearly did have a point. I could entertain this singer for a few short hours backstage and compliment his music, then slip out of his life forever. There would no harm done on my part.

“Fine, I’m in,” I sighed, rolling my eyes.

*~*~*~*~*

As I walked down the pathway to the venue, I folded my arms across my chest, feeling the affects of the spring night air. It wasn’t extremely chilly, but enough to make the miniscule goosebumps rise up on my arms. Charlee had dressed me for the occasion, lending me a little black dress that clung to my figure. It stopped mid-thigh, with a sweetheart neckline accentuating my chest. We paired it off with a pair of red pumps and a black leather jacket, which was my own. I’d let Charlee make over my face with a mild red on my lips and a cat eye for my lids, trying my hardest to leave the makeup at a minimal amount.

Charlee made me over like I was getting ready to give my heart to this boy with the soothing voice, not just meeting him for a night and calling it quits. It made me wonder as she added more eye-catching features to my outfit and my face, if she was up to something I hadn’t had a part in.

It was scaring me to be quite honest.

The last boy I’d even had contact with was my ex, the infamous Dylan Fouler. I’d trusted him with my life and let him in like I’d done with no one else. He’d treated me with such respect, almost like I was a princess who deserved each royalty he placed at my feet. I even found myself envisioning myself in a long white gown and Dylan waiting for me at the front of the aisle, smiles and all.

But then life tends to hand me the shittiest of events when I’m the most ecstatic.

So those dreams of tiny brunette mixtures of Dylan and I running around and the beautiful wedding plans brewing up in my head had all gone to shame. And I was left alone, heartbroken and bruised for a very, very long time.