(Arsyn's POV)
"Arsyn, I don't think that's a great idea. I think you should just get back here now." one of my members said through the phone. I know they mean well but I can't just sit there and admit defeat. "Don't worry about me I'm just gonna talk to them nothing more." I just hear her sigh and I know what that means, "I don't know Arsyn."
"Just trust me on this one ok?" and then I end the call. If you're curious about what I'm doing right now. I'm going to the practice room of Deluxe Navigation right now. Because for some reason our band got disqualified and they're the one to blame. I know they are jerks but this is too much!
I knock on their door and it takes them a whole 3 minutes to open it. What the hell are they even doing there? As the door opens I saw a very sleepy person, "Uhh, where's the pizza?"
I just look at him blankly, "Do I look like a pizza guy?"
"Oh well," then he turns around and it seems like he's gonna close the door so I stop him. "I need to talk to you." hearing that he just looks at me from head to toe and opens the door widely telling me to come in. As I went in the first thing I see are guys sleeping and some making out with some girls. That's a different kind of practice.
The person in front of me stops and sits on a Cajon beatbox, "So what are we gonna talk about?" then he just scratch his head and still yawning. At least show some interest! I just sigh to keep myself calm.
"About our band Midnight Beats," he then looks like he's thinking about who I am and I think it just sinks in as he looks at me with a smirk. "I remember, you're the girl who punches me, right?" "You grab my butt first" I whisper but I think he still hears it. "Which I told you is an accident." I glare at him knowing that THAT is not an accident.
"Oh, it looks like the drummer of Midnight Beats is gonna punch me once again." he looks at me, taunting me. I know that if he continues on what he's doing I'm really gonna punch him square in the face. That's why I'm trying my best to stop myself and stay calm. I shouldn't let a bastard like him gets the best of me. This is for my band.
"I'm sorry if I punch you, just cancel your report towards my band." he's just looking at me with an unreadable expression on his face. Trust me if he's thinking of another scheme, I'm gonna kick him where the sun doesn't shine. "A sorry isn't enough, don't you know that I've been laughed at because of what you did?" in which you deserve it.
"Then what do you propose?" I regretted it the moment I saw him smile widely at me. I took a step back and he noticed it, that smirk not leaving his face. "Calm down Arsyn, I haven't say anything." Yeah, you don't need to say anything for me to know that it's not good news.
"Then what do you want? Say it already." he then stands up and approaches me. "The answer is quite easy. I want you." He's saying that while he takes a couple of strands of my hair and kisses it which gives me shivers run down my spine.
For a moment there I think my brain stops working. But as soon as I realize what he's saying, I push him off of me, "Heck no!" Kendall was right, they really treat girls as a thing they can get their hands on. It's infuriating! But what annoys me more is that that smirk never leaves his face even though I am fuming with anger here.
"I don't think you're in the position to disagree with me. Let me remind you on who's apologizing right now?" The nerve! "But I'm not gonna be yours!"
"You know, I'm feeling a little generous right now so how about a bet?" How's that even considered as generous? This jerk is really pissing me off way more than I can even handle.
"How about this, I will cancel the report and take you back in the competition BUT" oh no, buts are bad news. I look at him while he again approaches me. "If we lose I'm gonna do whatever you want--" I cut him off, "Then you're gonna stop pestering me and all this." He just laughs at what I said, jerk! "Yeah sure, but if I win.." his face is now so close to mine, his lips is next to my ear, "You're gonna be mine."
I took a step back and push him hard again, "I told you I'm not gonna be yours." "Well isn't that peachy, aren't you confident with your band?"
"I am!"
"Then what's holding you back?" I am now facing his back as he picks up his drum sticks and mp3 player. "Nothing.."
"Then it's a deal then, right Ms. Drummer girl?" I don't answer it as I walk out of that room. I know for a fact that I won't change the conversation and that is it's settled. How can I even fight with that kind of jerk? A jerk named Zeff Graham.