The Last Victor

Chapter 7

Lights, Camera, Action! - Part 2

I follow the security guard cautiously down the narrow corridor as he leads me to the broadcasting room to meet the other contestants.

Asher, being a guy, had already finished getting ready about an hour or so before me.

I didn't expect him to wait up, but that didn't mean I wouldn't of had appreciated his company.

Yes, I was still mad at him.

Extremely, for a matter of fact.

But Asher always knows what to say to make me feel better. And right now, I was scared out of my fucking mind. Some words of encouragement from my best friend would be nice.

When I think about it, it's rather quite funny how Asher and I are so close, considering the incompatibility between the two of us.

Asher has always been outgoing for as long as I've known him.  Being someone who is extremely easy to talk to, funny, charming, and very good looking, Asher has never had a problem fitting in. He's a social butterfly, and naturally has this aura he radiates that draws everyone in.

I, on the other hand, have never been a......how would you say it.......a people person.

I've always kept my inner circle close, which really only consists of Ash and Danny when I think about it.

And I never really minded. I didn't want to have a huge group of friends, or to be considered as one of the "popular" kids.

Ash lived for it, whereas it was never really my cup of tea.

But even though we are both on complete opposite sides of the social spectrum, he still somehow manages to choose me.

Out of everyone he could have befriended he decided that for some reason, a reason that I'll never in my life understand, that I was going to be his right-hand man.

The guard clears his throat, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Miss, we're here."

Only now am I aware that we are stopped and standing before two grand double doors.

"Oh—thank you." I nod my head at him, my hands nervously reaching down to smooth out my dress.

Alright, Kyla. Here goes nothing.

With a deep breath and a few mental words of encouragement, I push the doors open. Almost immediately, everyone's heads turn and all eyes lock onto me.

Heat steals my cheeks.

My eyes flick around the room uncomfortably at all the staring eyes, desperately trying to pinpoint at least one familiar face.

"Eh em." Someone clears their throat behind me, tapping my shoulder.

I turn, expecting to meet Asher, but am taken aback by the new face.

He is not much taller than me, and has a very lean, slim figure. He has dark brown hair that falls in locks just above his shoulders and is slicked back, styled very sophisticatedly. His hickory eyes are dark and mischievous, and he has a stubble of a beard on his chin.