Bullseye

Chapter 4

"FINALLY! I SEE THE LIGHT!!!!" I screamed as I opened the door to the empty store finally using my legs after what feels like lightyears.

"What light? It's twelve o'clock and the store is closed. There is not an ounce of light to be seen."

"Ok Mr. Cranky-pants, I'm trying to be a positive person. WE"RE FREE!!! Aren't you excited?! No more crazy chicks flinging themselves at you!"

"Maybe not right now, but my entire life is hiding from everyone and everything."

"Oh you poor baby." I sarcastically cooed. "Well, while you're being a Debbie Downer, I'm gunna go home. See ya neve-"

I stood in shock as I looked up and saw what was in front of me.

Of course my car was the only one left, we had to wait an hour until after closing because the girls stood outside the front doors a while after lock-up and Miles told his band not to get him until midnight...

I expected my car to be the only one in the lot. However, what I didn't expect was the condition of my car...

My once beautifully kept car now had smashed windows and spray paint everywhere. In blood red paint all over the car, were words such as "slut" and "back off" and words a tad bit more harsh and unbiblical for me to repeat.

I wouldn't even care about the spray paint, but the tramp smashed all my windows and destroyed the only thing I have ever worked hard to attain. I had to pay for every scent of this car and now all of that was for nothing because of this stupid popstar that probably doesn't understand the magnitude of my distress and how much I cared about this car.

And now thanks to the smashed windows, I can't even drive it anymore and I definitely don't have the money to fix it.

"Oh. My. God. THAT'S IT I'M GOING TO JAIL FOR MURDER!!! I'M GOING TO KILL A 13 YEAR OLD TRAMP!!!" I screamed to no one in particular.

"Oh my God, Kara, this is all my fault, they hate you because of me. I'm so sorry."

"You're right. This is your fault."

"Kara, please back up."

"Nope. I have to be close."

"And why is that?" He shakily asked.

"So I can strangle you!!!" I yelled while throwing my hands towards his neck.

"I'm not the one who did it!" he shrieked.

"No, but you're the reason they did it. If it weren't for you, none of this would've happened."

Of course I knew this wasn't his fault, but when I'm angry, the nearest person is the one I take it out on.

"I'm sorry" he whispered defeated.

"Are you though? Are you really? I don't think you understand how much I can't afford to fix this and can't afford to lose this car. I saved up for five years for this car! Do you even know what it's like to save up for something for five years and then have it destroyed in one night? Of course not, because you get everything you want at the snap of your little fingers, you don't even have to get off your couch, one of your assistants will get it for you. Well guess what? I am my own assistant and I cannot by any means afford this right now, time or money wise. Goodbye forever, looks like I'm walking home."

"Wait a second! I work day and night sacrificing my free time and sleep time to appease my fans and go on tour, I work my butt off to have the luxuries I want so don't tell me I don't have to try. I understand you're upset and while I might not know what it's like to save up for something for five years, I know what it's like to have things destroyed in a moment. You're not the only one with issues honey. And I'll pay for your car, we'll have it good as new in no time."

"Oh poor you, getting to live the dream of millions of people. I had to earn my money by working at dead end jobs like this one" I said gesturing to Target. "I would kill to get to tour like you and live my dream day after day. But don't you dare make promises you can't keep."

"What makes you think I won't keep it?"

"Gee I don't know. Maybe the fact that you're a world renowned popstar who's going to be picked up in a few minutes by his band mates, board his fancy tour bus, move on to the next city, and forget all about the pathetic little Target employee whose car, and life, he destroyed. Don't be naive, you're not going to go out of your way to find me and get my car in the shop and pay for the damage, you're just simply not going to. Don't lie to yourself and definitely don't lie to me. I've had enough lying and BS to last a lifetime, I don't need more from you."

That's when his bus rolled up. Talk about perfect timing...

"Well there's your queue to leave, see ya never. I would say it was nice knowing you, but it wasn't. Thanks for nothing. Bye Miles." I said turning to walk home.

"Kara wait," he said grabbing my arm.

"What do you want now? Haven't you done enough?" I said through gritted teeth, anger and exasperation seeping through my voice.

"If you don't believe me when I say I'll fix this, fine. But at least let me give you a ride home."

"No thanks, with the luck you bring, I'll take my chances with the wolves and the rapists."

"Kara seriously, it's one car ride. It's the least I can do."

"Ain't that the truth. It is definitely the least you can do."

"I know you don't think you'll ever see me again, so just let me give you a ride home. Please?" He had a strong look of desperation and guilt on his face.

"Fine, but I'm not talking to you or any of your stupid band mates. Just drive me straight home. I've had my fair share of Arrow Head for today."

"Deal." He said smiling.

"Why are you so happy? Don't make me slap that smile off your face and walk home."

"No!" he quickly exclaimed. "It's just that ... well ... It sounds cute when you say the name of our band, especially with the extra ounce of hatred you add in your tone." he said with a wink before running to board the bus before I could mutilate his body.

God, this kid is a piece of work. But I must admit I am glad he was persistent in giving me a ride, I definitely don't want to walk home alone at midnight...

"You comin' or what?" Miles said with a smirk.

"I swear I'm going to castrate you." I mumbled while shuffling onto the bus.