*Bella's POV*
I stared down at my phone in utter horror, willing myself not to just crawl under my blankets and die.
"Just call him back," Damien urged, obviously annoyed. "I'm sure he'll understand just fine."
I sighed and pressed the green button that stared mockingly up at me. I'd been so busy screaming my head off at my obnoxious brother I hadn't heard it ring until it was too late. The irritating asshole laughed as I raced to the device to find I had missed the call. It wasn't such a big deal until I noticed the name in teeny tiny letters across the a screen...Zac.
Immediately I screamed, falling to the floor from lack of oxygen. I'd been waiting for two days for him to contact me and the moment he does I'm distracted by Adam of all people! In a rage I'd rang Damien and now we both sat on my fluffy pink bed as I returned the call.
Damien gave my shaking hands a disapproving look while I waited for an answer. He finally picked up on the third ring. "Bella! Hey, what's up?"
Sensing his excitement, I blushed and looked away from my best friend's taunting eyes. "Hi, I'm sorry I didn't answer before. I was kinda..busy..with my brother. " I sounded so lame.
"Don't apologize," he laughed. "It's fine. I was just wondering if you guys would wanna hit up a party with us. Its a bit over an hour away so if you want you could ride with me and Ryan."
My heart stopped and I looked to Damien who was nodding frantically. "Yeah! I mean! Sure...that sounds alright." I groaned, feeling more and more ashamed by the second.
"Cool," Zac replied, a hint of laughter visible in his voice. It took every inch of my self control not to hurl myself outta the window. I barely managed to tell him my address without having a heart attack. "We'll be there in say an hour, it doesn't start til eight. Bye Bella."
"Bye," I said casually and hung up. Damien and I just looked at each other, stunned, before I slammed my face into my pillow and screamed like a two year old.
After a few seconds I was pried from the warm bed and dragged into my deep intimidating closet. "Oh god," I groaned, peeking into what lied beyond the doors. "How will I find something to wear inside of this jungle?" It was more disorganized than the inside of Taylor Caniff's mind.
"It isn't that bad," Damien said, observing the mess with weary eyes. "Plus Zac'll like you either way so."
"What?" I looked at him, dubiously. A dangerously hot international rockstar dating a plain schoolgirl with one friend (who's awesome) and more family issues than the Kardashians? Yeah right. Still Damien grinned at me knowingly and proceeded to dig through my dog house of a closet. With one more suspicious glare I headed to the bathroom. "I'm taking a shower!" I told him and shut the door. I heard his muffled reply of have fun before turning the water to the right temperature. After what felt like ten minutes, Damien's loud banging brought me out of the dazed fog only a shower could of cause. "Hurry up we don't have enough time for you to play around in there!" He yelled before stomping off, clearly exaggerating his footsteps.
I grinned, stepping out from under the spray. Wrapped in a long towel I entered to my bright bedroom with heaps of clothes covering the floor and one outfit displayed neatly on the bed. He'd picked out black high waisted skinny jeans, a loose white cropped shirt, and a pair of black boots.
"You should wear this around your waist, it'll look better." He advised, tossed something else onto the pile. The flannel must have belonged to him since i didn't recognize it at all. It was a black and dark red or burgundy color. This wasn't a look I usually went for but it was pretty genius none the less.
"Thanks," I hugged him tightly. "It looks great." He gave me a quick smile and hurried to the door. "Any time. I should get ready too, we only have around 40 minutes." I blushed at his pointed look. My shower barely seemed that long. "You should be done when I get back!" He yelled, already out the door. I rolled my eyes and waisted no time putting on the clothes he left me. I couldn't help but hope Zac liked it. Instead of curling my unruly hair, I put it unto a low messy bun at the top of my neck, leaving a few strands of hair to frame my face.
Now the only thing left was makeup. I never really wore much, but then again I've never actually been to a party besides birthday celebrations my mom, Damien and his mom. With a surge of bold determination, I applied a smidge of foundation and concealer to certain spots and black winged eyeliner. Next I put on some mascara and a dark red lipstick. I really hoped it wasn't too much. I didn't wanna look like I tried too hard even though I probably did.
According to my phone we still had over twenty minutes left so I got to work shoving everything back until my closet. I'll organize some other day...
Dames was back before long. "Wow, great job. You don't even look like yourself." He observed and I gave him a dirty look as he started to help clean. His hair was perfectly messy, falling just in the right places. He rarely had to do anything to it at all which I found completely unfair. He wore light skinny jeans, white Converse and a dark blue sweater. "Did we switch wardrobes are something?" I asked sarcastically.
Grinning, he shrugged. "I dunno. Just kinda happened."
A loud tone filled the room and I fumbled to retrieve the buzzing cellular device from my pocket. I felt my cheeks flame at the sight of Zac's name: We're outside.
I gasped, "They're outside!"
"Now?"
"Yes!" I squeaked. I grabbed my purse as Damien rummaged through my special drawer. "Hey!" I protested when he pulled out my many snacks. He shushed me. "My brother once said 'always bring your own food to a rockin party lil dude' and he had a point, anyone could touch it." He explained, shoving the treats into my bag.
"Oh, well I guess." I agreed. Guess I'd have to get more snacks. We Hurried downstairs just as the doorbell rang. "Dang it!" I hissed as I heard it creek open. When we got there I could've fainted from the sight in front of me. There stood my brother, proud as ever, talking animatedly with Zachary Davidson as if they were best friends. They even did the bro hug thing.
Damien and I slowly made eye contact. "Do you see what I'm seeing?" I whispered. He nodded, stiffly. Slowly we approached them and I nearly forgot to snap my mouth shut.
Zac's eyes flicked to me over Adam's shoulder and he grinned. My face flushed and Damien didn't even bother to hide his laugh. "Hey, I kinda missed you two." Zac said acknowledging us in that genuine way of his. Pretty sure my face was was a freaking firetruck now.
"Hi," Damien answered, seeming completely unaffected. "I'm surprised you guys are still in town."
Zac's laugh seemed a bit awkward. "Yeah well we should get going. By the way I didn't know old Adam was your brother." He said, patting the grinning devil on the back.
"Yeah about that," I eyed my brother suspiciously. "How do you two know each other?"
"Rich Summers chose us for a couple records," Zac explained.
"Oh." It was a struggle to refrain from rolling my eyes when I heard his name. I now realize how instinctive the action had become over the years.
"Yeah we met through him, small world isn't it?" His eyes lingered on me a moment before turning to the lesser sibling. "Anyway Ryan's waiting out in the car, nice seeing you Adam." Once again they did the bro hug/handshake thing and Damien's look of disgust had me struggling to hold in my laughter.
"After me, ladies...." Zac trailed off as he looked at Damien and the boy only sighed, flicking his wrist in dismissal. "It's fine, this isn't the first time this has happened."
"I'm still sorry," Zac led us out to the car, we could hear Adam's obnoxious laughter even after the door was shut. Just as I got in the car, the world famous rock star leaned down to my ear, "I didn't wanna say this in front of your brother, but you look really fucking hot tonight." With that, he smirked and got in the passenger seat while I was left standing there frozen, my heard ready to pump right out of my chest. "Come on, groupie." My best friend came to the rescue, tugging me into the vehicle, but I barely felt a thing. There was a reason I lived most of my life behind a computer screen - I hated being near a lot of people.
So how the hell am I supposed to live through a party that caught the attention of world famous rock stars?
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This is pretty short since I'm updating again like tomorrow..I basically split this chapter in half lol BUT IM SO EXCITED THERES SO MUCH I GET TO WRITE EVEN IF NOBODY LIKES OR READS IT IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS BOOK YOU DONT EVEN KNOW BELLA IS LITERALLY ME AND ZAC IS ALL I WANT OK
ANYWAY I HOPE THIS ISNT TOO BAD AND THAT NO ONE HATES ME ILY ALL BYE