Callie’s In Over Her Head
To continue the Ferris Bueller analogy, life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around, you may miss it. And as you can see from our last post, teenage girls can get in over their heads pretty quickly when left to their own devices at rock concerts. And here is what happens to Callie out at a show for an evening. This is an excerpt from Chapter 50:
I hit the bathroom door a little too hard and felt conversation stop on the other side. I smiled nervously at the women in there smoking. Smoke filled my nostrils and fogged the whole bathroom, but not too much for me to see one of the girls wearing the very same dress I was wearing. And the same shoes. The salesgirl from the store!
“I knew it!” she said, with a too-friendly smile.
“Hi,” I mumbled, and closed myself in a stall, eyes shut. When I opened them, the visual I had to match the smell in there was Immortal Dilemma graffiti and stickers all over the door. I rolled my eyes, and tried to just ignore it all as I just stood in there. I needed just a minute to breathe, even this air, and remind myself that this was all for Blade, and me, and not about anything to do with Immortal Dilemma, or Tristan. I wouldn’t let it be that.
I opened the door, knowing that the salesgirl and her friends were still there, but went about my business, washing my hands and not looking too nervous I hoped.
“So, it’s true, then? Immortal Dilemma’s playing here tonight, right?”
I pursed my lips and looked the one who had spoken in the eyes. “No. No, they are not. Have you seen the flyers?” I said pointing at one of the flyers on the wall advertising Blade’s show that night. She smiled at me, like we had a secret, and I went back out to the bar.
On the way there, I couldn’t help but wonder how many of the people in this rather excessive crowd thought they were catching an impromptu Immortal Dilemma show. How many of these girls were here for Tristan?
How much did I have to do with that?
“Is there anywhere we can be a little more…private…for a minute?” I asked Blade over the loud music when I got back to him and the small crowd that he had amassed. He smiled at me and nodded.
I followed him up a flight of winding stairs near the back of the club, where things were much quieter, and the crowd had thinned quite a bit. My mouth was dry with nerves that Blade had noticed how many of this crowd was wearing a little too much leather, black eyeliner, and other Immortal Dilemma garb.
He quickly turned on the staircase, and I gasped with surprise as he caught me up in his arms, bending me backwards over the railing, and kissed me with such intensity that I forgot where we were, or that anyone else even existed but him and I. When he let me go, it took me a minute to open my eyes. I could feel my dumbstruck smile.
“Did I thank you for coming tonight?” he whispered in my ear.
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