Lovestruck (EDITING)

13: Are You Always This Nosy?

Rehearsals are dull and repetitive today. Instruments are tuned, songs are played over and over and everyone is tired and ready to get out of there by the time Mr B finally lets us leave. I stand, pick up my instrument and walk out of the performance room without a second thought as soon as we're dismissed.

I carelessly toss my instrument into one of the classroom tables and pull my phone out of my bag to check it.

12:03pm. No new messages.

I type a new message for Shana. *Hey man, what happened last night? We need to talk soon! Let's meet later ok?*

I shove my phone back into my bag and pick up my instrument to put it back in its case before making my way through the crowd of chatty teenagers to the storage room. I push past a freckly kid who is loudly speaking to his seemingly uninterested friend and walk into the small room, tossing my case to the ground before realising I'm not alone.

Landon laughs quietly as my case hits the wall and I look up to meet his blue-eyed stare. He's leaning against the wall with his phone in his hand and I let my eyes wander to the place just above his dark jeans where the fabric of his shirt is pulled up slightly and his tanned skin shows, before snapping myself back to reality. I feel my cheeks flush as I try to think of something to say.

"Sorry," I nervously blurt out, "Didn't know anyone was in here."

I decide to walk over and pick up my instrument, placing it back down neatly in the corner of the tiny room. Landon nods once, his mouth creeping into a grin, before returning his attention to his phone. I turn and leave the room, embarassed by the whole interaction, grabbing my bag before walking out of the classroom and towards the bus stop.

I pull my phone out and check it once more on my way to the front of the school. I wonder where Shana is. Why did she leave the party without me? Why didn't she text me earlier? What happened to her car? Is she alright?

My last question is answered when I see a text from Shana appear on my screen.

*Hey Skye, don't worry about me, I'm alright! Just had a run in with someone I didn't expect to see and we had some catching up to do. Sorry for leaving you, please don't hate me! There's a party tonight, we should go and I'll talk to you there :) xx*

Another party? I've never been a fan of parties. Well, I haven't been to many. Which is why it's weird that I'm being invited to so many lately. I begin to think of an excuse to get out of it before I remember what Shana said to me a few days ago. I've spent enough time doing nothing this summer. Before I can stop myself, I reply to her text.

*When and where? :)*

I return my phone to my bag and quicken my pace when I see the bus pulling up to the bus stop ahead of me. I'm half way there when I here my name being called.

"Skye!" I turn my head to see who the familiar voice belongs to, still speed walking to get to the bus, but stop in my tracks when I see who it is.

Across the road, leaning against an old, beaten up truck, Jayden is calling for me. What the hell is he doing here? I consider pretending I don't hear him and getting on the bus, but realise I've made it pretty obvious that I'm shocked to see him. I glance at the bus and see the doors close as it pulls out onto the road and sigh before crossing over to Jayden, meeting his smug expression with a frown.

"What are you doing? Why are you here?" I look him up and down. He's wearing a plain grey v-neck, showing his defined chest, and the same black jeans and converse as the other night. He looks good. I'm still distracted when he responds to my questioning.

"I thought you might have needed a lift home." I think he notices my eyes wandering because he chuckles a little before putting his hands on my waist. I jump at the contact and step away from him, not used to being touched at all. He drops his hands to his sides and I see a slight frown creep onto his face. I clear my throat before continuing my questioning.

"Oh, okay," I scoff, "That's why you made me miss my bus?" I adjust the straps of my bag on my shoulder and wait for a response.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that," he says without meaning it.

"Well, anyway, I'm not going home."

"Where are you going then?" He looks at me, confused.

"It's really none of your business. Look, I don't know why you came here, but I have to go. I have a party to get ready for." I almost regret my harsh words but I really don't like the idea of him showing up here randomly when I feel like I hardly know him, so I hold my ground.

"Whose party?" he continues to question me. When will this guy give up?

"Are you always this nosy?" I turn and begin to make my way back across the road, but I hear his footsteps behind me on the ground.

"When I care about someone enough, yeah," he almost whispers, and I turn around to meet his brown eyes with mine.

"Look, I get that you care about me. I care about you too, I really do, but you can't just show up here like this and expect me to drop everything. I'm sorry. I have somewhere to be." I look over to the bus stop as the next bus pulls up and stand on my toes to kiss Jayden's cheek before walking quickly over and getting on the bus without looking back.

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