Bullseye

Chapter 6

After about 20 minutes of crying, I decided to stop my little pity party and started to play some of my favorite songs on my guitar.

It's not even that I am heartbroken, I definitely don't love miles, heck I don't even like him, but I was starting to see him as a friend and a friend is something I haven't had in a long time. In fact, I don't have any friends right now.

It's not that I don't want friends, but everyone at school thinks I'm a freak or something. That's why Arrow Head acting the way they did on the bus didn't phase me. I'm used to people avoiding me. It's why I don't like when everyone is staring at me, attention makes me uncomfortable.

And I know you're thinking that being uncomfortable under a stare is probably why my career as a performer hasn't taken off, but when I sing it's different.

When I sing I close my eyes and it's as if I'm completely immersed in the music, like I become this entirely different person. My love for music takes away any kind of fear of performing. And that's why it's so crucial I perform. I know performing is where I belong. I can't handle a desk job, but I can perform.

One on one with Miles, yes, I was reluctant to sing. But the second I close my eyes, the music takes over. I no longer think about all the criticism or the fact that maybe they'll think I'm terrible, I just sing. It's the one thing that never fails to make me happy. So yes, I get nervous before singing, who doesn't? But singing is a career I need. Without my voice, I'm nothing. Music is what has kept me going for this long.

Ok Kara, on the count of three you are going to snap out of it and be your normal, happy self. Enough of this self-pity crap.

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It has been an entire week.

A week of having to walk to work.

A week of not having time to write any new songs.

A week of absolute suckiness.

But most importantly, a week of no Miles.

I knew it, the second he left, he would forget about me.

I looked it up and apparently he's currently in Miami. I live in LA.

We're on complete opposite sides of the country, there's no way he's going to ever come back and fix my car.

The day after my encounter with Miles, my car was gone from the lot. I guess my manager had it towed... By now it has probably been flattened into one of those little metal scrap boxes made from old cars.

So now I have to walk or bike to work until I can afford another car.

I currently have $60.

I'm going to be walking for a while.

I need to become a waitress at a steak house, I'll get my car a lot faster serving rich people and making huge tips.

But no steakhouse wants to hire an inexperienced teenager, they don't exactly count Target as having experience...

Time for another sucky day at my sucky job wearing this sucky uniform.

"Jesus Christ!!" I screamed. Thank God my mom isn't home... "What the fu-"

"Ok I'm sorry it's been a week, but let me explain."

I opened my door expecting air and to get to work on time, but instead I find Miles with his fist held in the air as if he was about to knock...

"Well, I'm waiting. Explain yourself and do it quickly, it takes me an hour to get to work thanks to you and my slow walking pace and I can't be late."

"Oh I uhm kinda called your boss and got you the day off."

"I can't afford a day off! I'm saving up for a new car!"

"It's ok, he said he'd still pay you for the day, celebrities have quite an influence..." ahhh there we have it, that arrogant side shining through again.

"What do you want, Miles? It's been a full week. Aren't you supposed to be in Miami right now?"

"Aww how cute! You looked up my tour itinerary. I knew you would miss me." he cooed.

"Yes of course I looked it up because you owe me a car and as I predicted, took off without ever looking back and when I realized you were in Miami, I gave up hope, but now here you are and here I am, still car-less." I may seem unappreciative of him being here even though I am secretly thrilled he remembered me, but he took off for a full week and right when I thought I was over him and accepted the fact that he wasn't coming back, he shows up out of the blue and I know he's just going to leave again and because he is now finishing up business with me, he'll never have to deal with me again and oh boy there's that ripping feeling in my heart again. This is so not cool and not fair to do to me.

"Oh right, the car. I told you I would take care of it and I am a man of my word." he said grabbing my wrist and pulling me away from my porch.

"OH MY GOD! MY BABY!!!" I yelled feeling like I just got the car all over again.

Sitting in front of me is my car, perfectly fixed up and painted like nothing ever happened to it. I would dare to even say it's in better condition now than it was before...

"Thank you so much Miles!!" I giddily shrieked while giving him a bear hug.

He simply chuckled and said, "I would've come sooner, but the car needed to be in the shop for a week for everything to be fixed and frankly, I was too scared to show up here empty handed. So I flew in from Miami this morning to get the car and come over here as soon as I could."

"Oh my gosh I'll admit I hated you for forgetting about me and leaving me to buy a new car, but this, this is absolutely amazing! It looks so good! I cannot thank you enough!!" I gushed smiling like a buffoon.

"I know, I would hate me too, I would've called, but I wanted it to be a surprise..."

"Well mission accomplished."

He just chuckled and added in the obnoxious voice of one of those infomercial announcers "But wait, there's more."

"What'd you do? Bring me a puppy?" I sarcastically chided.

"No, but I did bring you a person."

"Honey, I hate to break it to you, but slavery was made illegal long ago."

"Slavery was made illegal long ago, pretty and smart. But most of all talented. Miles, she's definitely a keeper." An unfamiliar third voice added.

I glanced to a blushing Miles, who also looked a little nervous, but mainly excited.

"Kara, this is Drew, he's a close family friend of mine."

"Uhm ok. No offense to Drew or anything, but why should I care? I think I'd prefer a puppy."

"Well a puppy can't give you a record deal now can it?" Miles replied smirking like a complete dingus.

Wait a minute, did he just say record deal?