"We have lot of work and game night is tomorrow!" Sam was worried.

She was the kind of person who did her work prior to the deadline while rest of us were last minute workers.

"We have whole night Sam, relax." Brad said lightly touching her shoulder and on cue Sam blushed.

I had to roll my eyes at so damn blind Brad.

"Brad can I talk to you for a second, in the art room. Help me choose something." I said making up a really lame excuse but whatever.

"What?" He asked once we were in the art room.

"Are you blind, dumb or ignorant?" I asked more dramatically than intended.

"Mmm..neither?" He asked confused over my outburst.

"Sam is crushing on you." I stated clearly, trying to be a bad cupid.

Brad's eyes widened, his jaw dropped but then he snapped it shut and gulped.

"Really?" He asked in a low tone now.

I smiled in relief, clearly the boy was smitten as well.

"So now what will you do Brad?" I asked making it sound more like a threat.

He scratched the back of his neck, the patented nervous boy gesture, "I like her too."

"Of course I can see that dumbass. What will you do now?" I pestered him.

I wanted to know, since Sam was so shy and all.

"Leave that to me, I will think of something I always do." He said grinning like crazy now.

I nodded and we finally came out of the art room. Sam was being told about some gossip by Stacey. Leah and Jordan were making calls for arena for game night. It was a school tradition all seniors had to maintain and this time we were incharge of game night.

But my mind was brooding about one thing, Weston wanted to attend the game night with us. I haven't told anyone about that because I still can't believe it myself.

"Okay so, who is awesome here?" Leah turned dramatically.

It was her way of saying she found the place for Game Night.

"Where is it?" We asked crushing her moment of glory and she stuck out her tongue at us.

"It is in country side, Mica's grandmother offered it since she remembered her Game night." Leah explained.

"Oh, that place is beautiful." Stacey yelped excited.

"Okay, so we are done with place, we are done with most of the game preparations. We brought prizes for winner. Now we drive to the place and set up the staying arrangement." Jordan said ticking things off the list.

"So who is driving?" And we all turned to look at Nate who asked the question.

He knew the answer to this question, he was the one with car big enough to fit us all, he was driving.

***

Like Stacey said, the place was great. There was a big farm house, some cattle and a wide green lush area in front of the house. It felt like it stretched for miles. Since it was way past ten and it was dark, Mica's grandmother didn't allow us to roam around much.

We just brought along, mattresses, lots of snacks, beer bottles, music and movies. Marie, Mica's grandmother was pretty cool for an old lady. She didn't mind us being all wild and crazy type, she stayed out of the way and didn't bother us.

It was three in the morning when the work was done. It was Thursday night and we had classes tomorrow. I wanted to bunk and sleep but that was not an option. I was already on teacher's watch list for being out most of the time, thanks to dad.

"We are done for the night." Jordan exclaimed and threw himself on the couch.

"Who is in mood to go to school today, shout like a monkey." Brad said.

And we all sat in silence looking at each other.

"I have to go but I will not shout like a monkey." Sam said in a small voice.

And we all doubled with laughter. And then to ease her we all started shouting like a monkey. No one wanted to go but everyone had to attend classes.

My cell phone ring broke my laughter session.

I answered without even looking, "Mom, We are fine and its freaking three , go to sleep and stop worrying."

"Well I will let Mrs. Stuart know about that." Weston's husky tone said over the phone.

Millions thoughts and reactions ran through my mind. But I voiced out the most obvious one.

"And you said you are not a stalker, how do explain having my number?" I asked agitated at this.

A celebrity was calling me, I am freaking out here!

"Well, Jessica has a detail on every dancer so here I am calling you in a non stalker way and asking when will you be teaching Megan her dance moves." He answered and I felt stupid for even asking.

He was calling me as a dancer for his video.

"It's fucking three in the morning Hamilton, are you nuts?" I asked getting sleepy with passing second.

Most of my friends were all already dozing off.

"I wanted to talk to someone." He stated without any hesitation.

But his voice had a new edge, lacking confidence and flirtiness it always had. He sounded sad, lonely and tired.

"Fine, Hamilton, one time thing. Shoot." I said now lying down on the bed next to already sleeping Leah.

"Why are up this time of night?" He asked and I imagine him giving mischievous smirk.

"Unlike you I am not doing anything dirty. I am here for planning game night and all the settlement kept me awake." I explained.

"Now you tell me, why are you awake? Megan and you had some quality time." I teased him.

He laughed lightly and my traitor hurt picked up the beat.

"Megan is trying her best but I am not in the mood. I was writing a song." He answered and it shocked me.

"So, you write about bikini babes and their figures at this hour?" I chuckled at my own words.

"I don't sing songs written by me anymore. I gave that up a long time ago." He said in a unusual defeated tone.

"Someone' else writes these shitty songs?" I asked surprised by this bit of information.

"Yup, I am just used for singing."

There was disgust I couldn't place in his words, disgust at whom I had no idea.

"So were your old songs any good?" I asked now stifling a yawn.

"Am I boring you Stuart?" He asked not annoyed but definitely amused.

"Don't worry, you always bore me. Now answer the question." I said persistently.

"Well, you decide that. Hear some of my debut songs and tell me what you think" He answered still amused by my response.

"Then why did you stop writing?" I was intrigued so I asked out instantly.

"If I tell you I will have to kill you." He said in a pretend mysterious tone.

I sigh, I was tired but he was still amusing me.

"Fine, then tell me who is your favourite music artist?" I asked to know his choice.

"I loved the band Soul Crushers, for solo I think I would go with Richard Simpsons." He said after thinking for a moment.

A/N- both are fictitious character and band, no relation to any one original

He liked both the classics, evergreen musicians. His choice was good.

"Okay, you have good choice Hamilton, I will give you that." I agreed reluctantly.

"Who do you like, besides me of course?" He asked lightly.

"Same." I mumbled my response.

Us agreeing on something was weird.

"Finally, you agree with me on something." He said laughing.

"Why do you annoy me so much?" I ask in a sleepy infuriated tone.

"Why do you hate me so much, no one hates me. Why?" He asked sounding really worried and bumped about the whole situation.

Okay, so I was being me and over dramatic. I just didn't like his music, I didn't hate the guy personally, hate was strong word.

"I don't hate you Hamilton." I said gently.

What was with him today, he was not like his cool and charming self?

"But you are not like those glassy eyed fans that looks like they will follow me to the depth of hells if I ask them."

That was weird description but kind of apt. Whenever there is a Weston song on radio my sister and even my mother go in a trance like they are under some spell.

"I am different Hamilton, haven't you realised that yet. I am not a fan." I said not annoyed at his whining because one freaking girl was not his fan.

He is definitely psychotic.

"Different, yes you are different and I am glad for that. You know I haven't written a song for almost five years now." He said softly.

His words, his tones sent waves of warmth through me. It was new and weird.

"What got you into writing again?" I asked really curious to know the answer.

If he said the hot body of Megan, I might drive back to city and kill him.

"You." He said simply and  my breathing and heart stopped.

It felt like he said you.

"Good night Stuart and do remember to breath." He said mocking me now.

As he hung up I started breathing, but now my heart having a mini marathon inside.

***

The school sucked, as usual and I walked like a zombie through half my classes. But seeing my other friends in same condition I felt energized a bit. But what kept me in half daze all day was Weston.

I thought about his words a lot and each time I did, the warm wave revisited my body.

Why would he start writing song for me? Because you out right insulted his songs.

Yeah that might be the reason. He wants to convert his one anti fan to a fan.

And then the jerk that he was, he wanted to attend the game night. What If I don't tell anyone and be badgered with question, what if he just show up and explain himself?

Arggh! I am over thinking!

"You know Hamilton...Weston, is joining us for game night." I said in between the loud conversation on lunch table hoping that no one would hear.

But,duh, my luck...always bad.

"WHO?" They yelled in unison.

"Sshhh, guys you got the attention of whole cafeteria."I said burying my head in my arms.

"Okay, I will ask. Who is coming to game night?" Leah asked.

She had the right, she was the sister here.

"Umm...Weston Hamilton." I answered timidly.

"Are you serious?" Chloe asked breaking her resolve to ignore me.

"Do I look Iike I am joking?" I asked a bit annoyed now.

"Holy Shit!" Jordan said.

"Why is Singing Cupid coming to our Game night?" Leah asked.

Singing Cupid, what the hell? These girls were way deep in fandom.

"He said he wants to join in to have some fun." I answered lamely.

"And he said it to whom?" Stacey asked, her eyes already looking at me with doubt.

All eyes were burning holes in me now.

"Elise." Leah said in a dangerous tone.

"Yeah, yeah, he told me when we met at the company." I answered with half truth giving up to the group of people I call friends but they turn all interrogative when it comes to a celeb.

I can't tell them we also met at ice cream place.

"No freaking way." Chloe said.

Sam was silent all this while only showing emotions through her eyes.

"And he knows where this game night is?" Jordan asked.

"Hmm." I answered tight lipped about who told him and when.

"How?" Leah narrowed her eyes at me.

"From school's website maybe." Same saved my ass.

Everyone nodded.

"Why does he even want to come, not that I mind looking at his gorgeous self all night." Stacey said with a giggle.

"God, I will try to grab his attention." Chloe said her eyes lighted up.

"What if he starts crushing on one of us?" That idiotic comment was from my very own sister.

Maybe she is adopted.

"I want to hear him sing." Sam said shyly.

"Yeah, that I would like too." Guys seconded.

"Too bad you hate him Elise." Leah said grinning at me.

"He is coming for games not hovering fans." I said exasperated by all the talks.

"Games, Puhhhleez, we will all make sure he will win." Chloe said rolling her eyes at me.

I wish just sometimes to bang her head into a wall.

But she was predictable, like I told Weston, they will all let him win.

"I will make sure I kick his ass at every game." I said with determination and gauge every girls reaction.

Surprised, shocked and disappointed.

I was saved by the bell before these fans started chewing my head off.

"Oh Jessica, I will be there for the dance practice." I said answering with more enthusiasm than necessary.

"No, no, the game night is later." I answered giving my still shocked friends an apologetic smile and excused myself from the table.

Jessica was our school's alumni so she knew it was game night time.

"Okay see you then." I answered hanging up and carefully looking at my lunch table to see if anyone wants to kill me.

But I was forgotten and the hot topic of discussion was making Weston fall in love with them.

For crying out loud, people, my friends all have boyfriends, except me, of course.

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Game night is not a tradition, its just made up by me XD

I always want something like that.

And enjoy reading this one, because lot of fun is more to come!

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