Chapter 2: CHAPTER 1
I have been a nobody for so many years, invisible to people who I secretly ached to be noticed by. I'm a good girl some would say, I study hard, come home from school on time, and do what I am told. I have one best friend Oliver, we grew up together, he stays across the street. Oliver is gay a secret slut really but as sweet and loyal as they come, we were two misfits that clicked somehow and we have been inseparable ever since we started school. I don't know what is wrong with me, guys don't notice me, ok so I don't take my appearance as seriously as the rest of the girls at school or hell as we call it, but I guess that's why I have never been kissed let alone had a boyfriend. I mean I have black hair and green eyes, and a fair complexion, I love to run so I keep in shape, but I suppose my lack of confidence is what made me a loner.
It's been a long journey, I'm so glad high school will be over soon, I graduate today with Oliver, and I attend university soon, I was accepted to Harvard, I want to become a doctor a general surgeon, help children. Oliver is studying law there too, we are getting an apartment off campus and couldn't be more excited.
I haven't even gotten to the best part, we are obsessed with the metal band The Wicked, they are incredible, we have been to a few concerts over the years doing summer jobs to pay for tickets. We both come from wealthy families, but my parents are strict, like army based strict disciplined people, so it was always our secret to sneak to concerts.
I was adopted as a baby so I never met my real parents, but my adoptive ones are loving even though they treat me like I should be in bubble wrap, but they believe in working for what you want, so I work for everything. I have no siblings, so attention is all on me, which can be a bit tiring, being the perfect child, but one escape was The Wicked, their music is so touching, and speaks to me.
The lead singer is Storm Michaels, the hottest man alive, dark brooding eyes, long black hair, a perfect tan and body to die for, he is about twenty-one and one of the most sought after men on the planet. I can safely say I have the hugest crush on him, in love with him and it's sad I know, then again who wouldn't be. It's fun to fantasize about being Mrs Michaels, but who am I kidding he would never want a girl like me, plain Jane, just boring. My routine has been to come home from school do my home work, eat supper and haul ass to my bedroom watch Storm and his music on You Tube for hours, his voice transports you to a different universe. I'm the ultimate fan girl, singing my heart out and have a blast till it's shower and bed time.
Well today I'm graduating, I'm leaving with Oli and my parents will meet us there, they don't let me drive even though I have a license. Quite frankly I'm surprised I can go to Harvard and have my own apartment with Oli. The day goes by slowly and finally the time has come, we are free of this place. "Bitch we need to celebrate tonight! Party!"
"Oli you know that's not my scene," I answer sighing.
"I know, but I got us tickets to The Wicked's concert, their final concert in LA! We are going out in style VIP baby!"
I'm shocked, "it's been sold out for months! How did you get those?" I asked excitedly, and slightly in disbelief.
"I'm Oliver Jackson, I do the impossible!" Oliver answers and I burst into a fit of laughter.
We go for lunch with our parents and tonight I will "stay over" at Oli's so we can go to the concert. We go to the lunch and it's pretty boring but we indulge them, we will be leaving in two days to get settled in our own place, the only thing our parents will pay for. I'm so excited, I have been to many concerts but never been VIP before. I take over some clothes to Oli's, I need to look my best for tonight, "are you ready for the best night of your life Ems?" Oliver asks smirking.
"Bring it on!" I say with a sassy tone.
Oliver looks over to me, "I bought you an outfit, you are not wearing that sad jean and t-shirt to meet Storm! Go try it on." Oh dear this could be bad.
I don't care about dressing in front of Oliver, I slip on the top, a black tight corset with lace trim and straps over the shoulders, my boobs are pushed to high heaven. I slip on the black mini skirt, and it looks amazing I have to admit. I put on a high knee length boot with it. "You look hot baby girl! Now for that hair and make up." Oli says smiling like a loon.
I sigh, "ok." He does long beach waves and puts on black eye shadow, liner and mascara and pairs it with a maroon lipstick. Thank goodness I have my contacts in, I put on a black choker, like a ribbon, and some silver hoops. I turn to look on the mirror and wow I look so different.
Oli stands back looking at his masterpiece. "Put this black leather jacket on honey you, look amazing and bad ass," and with that my look is complete. Oli wears a black leather jacket a white t-shirt and tight leather pants, he looks really good. We sneak out back and we head to the concert it's almost eight so the concert will be starting soon, it's at The Staples Centre, so this is going to be epic, and we are in the front row.
The concert starts promptly at eight and we cheer as loud as we can as Storm starts with my favourite song "Black Rose."
"Oliver this is amazing!" I shout out loud as he gives me a huge smile.
"You're welcome buttercup." Oli answers beaming. Storm is wearing a black shirt hanging open, tight black ripped jeans and a silver cross, his glossy black hair flowing as he jumps and plays his guitar and sings his heart out. I feel like I'm going to faint, he's so hot and the atmosphere is absolutely electric. The concert is two hours long and we head back stage where there is a meet and greet.
Oliver spots some guy and he is quite busy flirting or trying too, and me? I'm standing awkwardly in the corner sipping on a beer trying not to look out of place. I sigh and take a seat and then I see him, my heart thumping a mile a minute, Storm Michaels standing a few meters away from me, but of course he doesn't notice me. I can't help but glance, every now and then, truing to seem casual, when I'm anything but. I finally get up to use the ladies room, not looking where I'm going digging for my phone I walk straight into Storm.
"Oh I'm so sorry," I squeak as I look up, oh my God ground swallow me up now. Storm stares at me coldly for a minute, the longest minute of my life, he smirks a little at me and I'm about to pass out. I play it cool and smile at him, and walk around him to the ladies room. I stand behind the door freaking out fully, holy shit he's gorgeous.
I come out of the bathroom and go over to Oliver and tap him on the shoulder, "I think I'm ready to go."
"Oh no honey, we are going to the after party at some mansion, and by the way this is Hugo." Oliver say , with a naughty smirk.
I look at him annoyed and give Hugo a polite smile. I know we have to stick together and I give in, "ok."
On the way to the party I feel downhearted, that was certainly not the way I wanted to meet Storm, oh well. We arrive at the infamous mansion, I have to say, its beautiful and huge, though it seems to be a private party. We walk inside and there are not too many people, there's also a bar set up and some snacks laid out, and The Wicked's music is blasting. I wonder who lives here. We all settle in and have a few drinks, and I spot Storm. I never knew he would be here, and he's staring right at me with those cold blue eyes. I look away he doesn't seem to be who I thought he was, he seems quite arrogant and that's disappointing.
I decide to break away from the party, simply because I need a moment on my own. I find a quiet spot in the garden where nobody can see me, as I stand looking at the stars sipping on my drink. I feel someone behind me, "Oli stop sneaking up on me," I say as I turn around, oh shit it's Storm! I stand frozen on the spot.
"Well I'm not Oli," he says in a strong English accent, I stand for the second time tonight embarrassed. I close my eyes for a moment, wishing the ground could swallow me up.
I can't manage to get anything out, and Storm stares at me for a while. Clearing my throat, eventually my voice comes back, "I will just be going now."
"Wait," Storm says in his deep rich voice. "Did you need a breather too?" He asks me.
I look around and realise he's speaking to me, "yeah parties are not really my thing." I say almost in a whisper.
Storm has a ghost of a smile answering, "mine neither, I would much prefer to have everyone out of my house."
I stand shocked, "oh I'm sorry I will leave," I say quickly, oh my God it's his house.
"No," he says simply and he shoots a look at the other people as he gestures to them getting drunk. I then realise, I am standing here talking to Storm Michaels like it's normal. He then sits on a stone garden bench, staring at me. I smile feeling slightly awkward, and start walking, just then I feel his hand around my wrist lightly. I feel this electricity, weird. I look down at him, "I never caught your name."
Im slightly taken back, "you didn't ask." I say simply. He looks at me coldly, but seems as if he's intrigued, "Emily Richards," I answer his question. He smirks, just a slight one, "I'm sure you have guests to get back too, and your band, so thank you for letting us into your home, it was surreal but nice."
Storm frowns at me ans asks, "why do you keep wanting to run away from me?" I stare at him as if he's grown another head.
"I'm sure you have better things to do or other women to speak to, other than me." I say feeling insecure.
"Why wouldn't I want to talk to you?" Storm asks confused.
I sigh, "look at me, I'm really not the kind of woman that would interest you." I say quietly while frowning.
Storm answers immediately, "how would you know?" Good question, I think to myself. Storm's relationships have never been in the news.
"I just don't seem like someone you would be interested in that's all. Look at all these women, they would fall at your feet." I say honestly.
Storm sighs, "they don't mean shit to me," he says nonchalantly and somewhat coldly. "You on the other hand, I haven't been able to get you alone or to talk to me till now." Storm says quite straightforwardly.
I can't help but blush, "well it was nice chatting with you Storm, but I really have to go." I say not believing what's happening.
"Why?" Storm asks point blank.
"I'm moving to Boston, getting an apartment with my best friend Oliver, I'm attending Harvard in the fall," I answer truthfully. Storm looks at me like he can't fathom what the hell am I doing here.
"What are you going to study?" storm asks.
"Well to be a doctor, a pediatrician, to be exact specialising in special needs children or oncology, but general surgery definitely." I say shrugging.
"Impressive Miss Richards." Storm says smirking and continues, "so what brings you to a rock concert?" He asks genuinely interested.
"I like your music," I say and I see no expression in his face and strrt to feel uncomfortable again. "Well ok then, thanks again Storm, Mr Michaels, it was lovely meeting you." I say as I reach out to shake his hand, and he gets up and out of nowhere and takes my hand pulling me close to him. He smells amazing. I stare up at him and he just kisses me, my heart is thumping. I am kissing Storm fucking Michaels, wow he's a good kisser. Best moment of my life, my first kiss! I just embrace it, let it happen. He has the softest lips and that electricity is back.
Storm pulls away breaking the kiss, "I have wanted to do that since I first bumped into you and by the way you look beautiful tonight." Strom says casually as I stand there breathless. He is still holding my one hand as I turn around to leave and he finally let's go.
I find Oliver, he's completely hammered, Hugo too. We take an Uber home, and drop Hugo and then we go to Oli's place and climb into bed. I tell him what happened and he is astounded, dumbstruck. "Too bad I will never see him again." I say sadly.
Oli squeezes my hand, "at least you got to kiss him, Storm fucking Michaels!" Oli says and we can't help but laugh at my luck.
"Good kisser!" I add with a wink. We eventually fall into a deep sleep, this hangover is going to be fun.
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