Intro

Author's Note:

Mood for the story ^^^

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I felt a hand claw up at my throat in desperation to dislodge the item that was currently keeping me from breathing.

I started choking, gasping for breath so that I could live to see another day. I coughed and slapped my hand on the desk to get someone's attention that I was dying, but everyone in the classroom just stared at me as if I'd grown a third head.

I think someone finally understood what was happening when my best friend Josephine, Josie for short, came over to me and tried but failed miserably to give me the Heimlich.

I was about to say my peace with the world and start praying for forgiveness for all of the curse words that I'd said in my life, when the ice cube finally melted and slid down my throat, causing me to inhale a deep breath that I hadn't taken in what felt like hours and my cheeks to burn in humiliation.

The teacher didn't even notice that I was choking and about to die on her watch-no she didn't really care did she?

I looked around at everyone sheepishly and decided that that was the last time that I would ever chew on ice again.

Josie gave me a questioning look but I just merely placed my head against my desk in embarrassment, hoping that the day would pass quickly after that ridiculous stunt that my esophagus just pulled.

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"Holly wait up! Let's walk home together!" I heard Josie yell after me once I was through the double doors of our prison, I mean, school.

Her long flowing blonde hair trailed behind her as she caught up to me, making me feel inadequate about my darker brown and auburn colored hair.

Josie was an all American beauty, with blonde hair and blue eyes, a skinny figure and being athletic, she was not only every boy's dream, but she was also the one out of the two of us that always received the most male attention.

Not that I minded it that much, I wasn't as boy crazy as she had always been.

She always dressed up in frilly girly clothes, where I strayed to the darker colors of clothing and I wore clothes that were less revealing and had a looser fit than she did.

She was simply more comfortable in her own skin, and while that made me a bit envious of her at first, I got over it once I saw how great of a person she was on the inside as well as on the outside.

"Did you change your mind about coming with me to the Sebastian Jennings concert tonight?" she asked me and I groaned in annoyance.

Her family was incredibly rich, did I forget to mention that?

This meant that she could score tickets to any concert she wanted last minute, and not only could she gain VIP access but also meet and greet tickets for any celebrity she wanted.

Sebastian Jennings was one of them. His superstar caliber was up there with One Direction and Justin Bieber-only bigger, if you could believe that.

He was more than just a triple threat. He could sing, play guitar and drums, act, and dance as well as write music that made millions of girls swoon at his very name.

I only knew this from Josie of course, who just so happened to be a 'Bastianer', a term that his fans used to describe how devoted they were to him.

I wanted to bang my head against a wall any time I heard one of his new songs that the radio over played time and time again, but Josie didn't care about what I wanted to listen to, because most of the time it was a hodge podge of music, like soulful old country to R&B to pop and rock.

My music taste was all over the place, but it did not include the musical stylings of Sebastian Jennings.

"No, I think I'm just going to stay in tonight and get some homework done. I don't think I'm really up to going out just yet after..." I said to her, trailing off my sentence because of the painful ending. And don't get me wrong, that was completely and totally my intention.

Until...

One hour later my mother was already berating me about my grades and my dad was nowhere to be seen. My ears were ringing from all the yelling coming out of that woman's mouth, my ex boyfriend was at a party with his new girlfriend and I decided I needed a break.

"Hey, Josie?" I called her on the phone after locking myself in my room to avoid my mom.

"Change of plans. I'll meet you at your place in ten?" I asked her, knowing full well that she had much better make up and clothing than I did.

I was seventeen and my birthday was rapidly approaching, which made my mother increasingly anxious about my school and what colleges I was going to apply to. All of which made me want to escape her as quickly as possible.

I told her I was going to the library to study and then to stay the night at Josie's hose afterwards and not to wait up for me and right as she was about to protest, I dashed through the front door to my freedom.

Or I should have said my own personal hell when I thought about how many teeny bopper songs would be stuck in my head by the end of the night, but I figured it would get me out of my house away from mommy dearest, so anything was better than hearing her harping on me all night.

"You should definitely go with this outfit," Josie implored, pointing to an ensemble that I wouldn't be caught dead wearing.

It was a black long sleeved mini dress made of this very tight material that when I put it on, left very little to the imagination.

"I don't know. Don't you think it shows off a little too much... I don't know..."

"Ass?" she questioned and I laughed, nodding along with what she had said.

"I think it looks gorgeous. You should wear it, you never go out of your comfort zone! You should totally let me do your makeup too!" she insisted.

Maybe that was why Dylan dumped me for the girl in our school who wore the most provocative clothing...

"Okay fine, but nothing too heavy on my face please? I finally got my skin perfectly clear and I don't want any of your makeup clogging my pores!" I yelled at her mockingly.

"Fine. Just some primer, highlighter and blush on your cheeks, I won't do foundation. But I do want to put these lashes on you it'll be amazing!" she insisted so I gave in and allowed her to put the false eyelashes on me.

When she was done I looked at myself and almost fell out of my chair.

I was more well endowed than Josie was in the chest and behind area, so it almost felt like I was popping out of the dress but when I looked in the mirror it didn't look all that bad.

I finished the look off with some thigh high black suede material boots that laced up in the back and had a block heel and we started working on Josie's outfit.

She chose a pale pink tight mini skirt and a white lace v neck tank top. All that was left was the hair.

"Oh god I forgot to do your hair!" she exclaimed and I looked it over in the mirror.

"It's fine I can just curl it. You should curl yours too," I told her and she shook her head.

"No, I can't curl mine if you curl yours, I have to straighten mine now!" She exclaimed worryingly.

I laughed and shook my head at her. I didn't understand these girl rules, and I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to.

By the time we were finished it was almost six o'clock and the concert would start at seven, meaning we still had time to make it there even with traffic.

"Good thing I have these," she said, pulling out expensive looking passes and wiggling them around with her fingers.

"You have two. Did you know I was going to change my mind or were you just going to give that one away if I really didn't end up coming?" I asked her as we exited her two story home.

"I knew you'd come. Your mom always bugs you this close to exams," she joked along with me as we got into the seats of her ridiculously expensive sixteenth birthday present: a shiny black BMW.

She was about to turn the radio to listen to the person we were about to see in concert so I slapped her hand away from the dial before she even had the chance and started playing some of my favorite music: randomness.

"I don't even know this song!" she whined.

"Too bad, cause I do!" I said over her, allowing myself to sing at the top of my lungs to the song on the way to the concert, allowing my worries for college to be slowly drowned away.

By the time we reached the concert, the parking lot was packed.

And by packed, I mean with thousands of teenaged girls in funky tee shirts holding gaudy posters and I cringed because a few years before I had been the exact same girl, different artist.

We were allowed front row parking, thank you Josie's mother- successful defense attorney for the wealthy and probably guilty but she still defends them anyway.

I slung my small black purse strap over my shoulder and linked arms with Josie, making our way into the crowded auditorium.

We were almost to the front when a man's silhouette came up to us fairly quickly, almost as if he was running from someone. The other odd thing about him was that he was wearing sunglasses, a hat, and a hoodie over his head as if it was raining or something.

He was incredibly tall, his figure slim and he definitely looked like he worked out. Why was I checking him out?

I gave him an odd look and went to look at something on my phone as he ran past us and bumped into my shoulder.

I hissed out in pain and turned to give him a hard glare and spat out, "Watch it, jerk!" but he was already running away as fast as he could, sprinting towards a tour bus off in the distance.

That was weird. I brushed it off and tuned everything out as I went back to my phone, focusing on something that would distract me from the annoying songs that would soon be stuck in my head for hours after this was over. At least it wouldn't be my mom's harping stuck in my ears.