Frequencies [UNDER HEAVY EDITING]

October 10th '2

"I'm going to get myself a drink." Maddison announced bluntly and disappeared without even waiting for her boyfriend's answer. He stared after her with a frown as her hips swayed and she flicked her hair in the direction of a boy that passed by. The whole thing seemed way too single and purposely seductive for a girl who already had a boyfriend. A boyfriend that she had very much only just walked away from, and who could definitely still see her.

Nice girlfriend I've got, he thought bitterly. They had been in this place for less than ten minutes and she had already left him, going away and about without much of a word. Sadly, it wasn't the first time that she was acting so selfishly, but that didn't make it less annoying. To say that it used to hurt him would be an understatement, but by now it had grown to only irritate him like a bee that just wouldn't stop humming around his head. She'd come back. Eventually.

He sighed and turned to look over the crowd, knowing that it would probably end up to be quite a while. To pass the time, he studied the band that currently was on stage. They actually were really good, way better than the amateur bands that usually roamed the stage, and the lead singer had an good voice. He had never seen them around the club before, he would have remembered if he had, but the lead girl did look a bit familiar.

She went to the same school as him - he suddenly realised - but he had never paid much attention to her. With the way she dressed and carried herself around, he just had thought she was just one of those wannabe goths and thus never spoken to her. He didn't really like the dramatics that came with the type.

As he saw her now though, jumping up and down the stage with a grin on her face, he was able to see past that first judgement.

This girl, she was singing out of her soul, and he respected that. Whole her being was in the music in a sort of brave, unabashed way. For some reason, as their eyes met across the room, he felt like he could see right through her. In her unwilling eyes, he could see the wall that she'd put up and the old pain that she was hiding behind that facade. It was overpowering, seeing so much by just looking at her, but on the other hand, he also felt quite afraid of what she could tell about him. If he could discover so much about her in one glance, what would she see if she looked at him? Would she just see how he looked on the outside or would she also see Maddison and their problems?

He'd been quite lost in the strange sensation he'd just experienced, but as he blinked, he slowly noticed other things about her, like her body and her features. Black hair, streaked with pink, and a nice, slim face. Her eyes were bright blue like his, wide from adrenaline and excitement but they had narrowed a bit when she saw him. Her wall raised, her eyes unwilling to give him the information he had already been given and she quickly looked away, leaving him intrigued.

There clearly was so much more up to this girl than she was letting in on and it got him feeling curious to find out more. It wasn't like he really was attracted to her, not in a romantic way anyhow, but he was indeed very curious to see what more there was to discover about her.

His, almost studious, concentration was broken when he felt an irritated tapping on his shoulder. He turned to find a frustrated Maddison. She was pissed off - he could tell that by the way she was tapping her foot, the way she had crossed her arms and crumpled the plastic cup in her right hand - and stared him down with a hard expression in her eyes.

"Why are you staring at the bitch like that?"  she hissed in a low voice. Did she seriously just say bitch? Had she ever even met that girl on stage? He nearly snorted at the stupidity.

Maddison made an impatient noise and he remembered the question she'd asked. In reply to it, he simply shrugged. "I'm not staring at her 'like that' or in any way whatsoever." He rose his hands, making quotation marks in the air. Her eyes narrowed comically and she made some sort of growling noise. "Honestly, Maddie, I just think she's a good musician. They all are." Why was he even trying to soothe her? She would never believe him anyway.

 "We're going," was all she said in response, turning around and walking briskly towards the exit. He groaned, reluctant to simply obey to her command. And why should he do it anyway? All she ever did was tell him what to do and where to go. Lately, everything seemed to lead to arguments between them and he wasn't sure how much more he could take. He groaned again, realising how much he was starting to sound like a whiny girl.

Maddison clearly lookled over her shoulder to see if he was following her and, realising he hadn't even moved an inch from where he had standing before, she demanded in an impatient tone, "Well, come on, start moving your bloody slow arse over here. And within the next year please." Sarcasm laced her voice heavily and it didn't make for a pretty picture.

To hell with it.

"No." He tried to express so much in that one word, but she didn't catch up on it - not like she used to at least.

Instead, Maddison raised an eyebrow and demanded angrily, "Did you just say no to me?" She sounded much like a toddler throwing a tantrum and he couldn't help but wonder where the happy, carefree girl he fell in love with had gone to.

"Yes, I'm saying no. I do not want to go home yet so no, I'm not leaving with you." In any other situation those words would probably have sounded childish, but right now, he was not going to budge. No matter what she would say, he was staying, even if it was just to get cross with her. He honestly could care less where he was staying tonight but he was just so done with her petulant, bratty, spoiled behaviour.

She pouted, her perfectly red bottom lip sticking out and her eyes widening slightly. Had she done it in the early months of their relationship, he would probably have been on his knees by now, but it didn't seem to have that desired effect anymore. Seeing that her puppy eyes trick wasn't going to work, Maddison stomped her foot. "I have no idea what has gotten into you, Luke Ashton, you are so not like yourself today."

He visibly rolled her eyes and her jaw tightened.

"I'm going home and either you can come with me now, or someone here seriously needs to think where he wants to stand in this relationship." Her green eyes were blazing with rage and he snorted.

She seriously sounded like a three year old toddler that was throwing a massive tantrum in the candy isle of the supermarket, not a seventeen year old young woman who was very much grown up already and perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Clearly agitated to the bone, Maddison spun around on her high heels and walked off to somewhere that he knew was definitely not the exit of the club, but he did not even bother to try and follow her. Instead, he decided that he'd enough of her for the day and turned in the opposite direction to find his two best friends that came here with them.

A couple of drinks later, they decided to go out and have a smoke or two while the club was closing down. The cool air felt nice on his skin. After the sweaty humidity that hung around the dancefloor and the suppressing feeling of a fight with Maddison, he gladly welcomed the change.

Standing next to the entrance, they watched as people slowly started to filter out after the band on stage had stopped playing. By the time he was on his third cigarette, the building seemed to be nearly empty and he shivered. It wasn't nessecarily cold out, but he could feel eyes on his back shortly and turned to spot the onlooker.

There weren't many people in the parking lot, just the girl from the band, with black and pink hair, and an intoxicated couple who were heavily making out on the hood of a car. The girl glared at them until they left before resuming to take off the lock of a bad ass looking motorcycle.

He couldn't help but smile. Somehow, the image matched: rocker girl, tattoos, and a bad ass motorcycle. Her head snapped up as he studied her, dark blue eyes boring into his with a intense scowl.

They stood there for a good ten seconds before she angrily tore her gaze away and swung her leg over the motorcycle in a brisk but smooth motion. Gassing it up, he watched as she sped away without any further ado.

He continued to look after her as she left and just as he thought that it was getting useless, she cast one last glance over her shoulder, flipping him the bird before disappearing in the dark.