I tried to stand behind as long as possible so that no one would notice me dancing but it so happened that boys are my bane. Brad noticed me and a big smile formed on his face. He pulled me out in the front.

And trust me when I say it took all my power not to run away like a coward I turned under attention. Weston, I just looked at him once with a mocking look in my direction and I felt challenged. He thought I was not my person, I was not brave enough.

So blame it on the celebrity that I forgot about the people watching, I forgot about the stunned friends and my image. I just danced, my body formed its own mind as it caught up with the beats of the song. Brad accompanied me and I was glad that he did. My eyes didn't register on the crowd, I tried to focus on song and on grinning Brad.

Somewhere back in my mind I could hear the crowd cheer and clap.

And at that moment I felt free and dared to imagine that people were cheering for me. There were other dancers around but I was also among them and I had my shares of cheers.

The song ended and my body was humming with excitement and adrenaline. My eyes found the first person who made me do this and as reluctant as I was, I was grateful. Weston smiled at me and it looked like he was...proud.

***

I was not the winner, Brad was. I mean come on, he sucked at Ballet. So he and Weston performed on one of Weston's song, Beach Boy. The crowd went crazy, Brad was his own league of popular, he was a Marshall while Weston was...Weston.

As fast as I went up to the stage, I quickly buried myself in the crowd.

"That was some moves Elise, why are you not with the school's dance team?" Aaron from the dance team said.

He was damn good looking, he was the cute surfer type with wonderful blue eyes. I knew him because I loved our school's dance team but I never paid attention to how good looking he was.

"Umm...you guys are way better than me." I said smiling lightly.

"Aw, come on, we would love you in the team. Come for the tryouts by end of this month." Another girl, Skylar said from our dance team.

I nodded at them not sure this was happening without Leah around.

My cell phone vibrated and I already knew who it was.

A nobody, you said Stuart?- WH

I grinned at his words. He won the bet fair and square , he not only come to my school. He did something I never tried or think of doing in my student life. Maybe unintentionally but he was trying to pull me out of shadows.

Why was he doing this?

Who told you that? I never said nobody.- ES

Oh, denial Stuart. Btw, you look sexy as hell while dancing, I regret not living a hickey on you. –WH

I am pretty sure I blushed. He is playing you, he is playing you, that who he is.

I chanted in my head.

You will regret this Hamilton, I already have a revenge in mind.-ES

I am sure you do. I can't wait for you to bring it on Stuart ;) –WH

"Let's go Elise, before my buddies ask me about your bra size too." Brad said almost dragging me with him.

"BRAD!" I said astonished and embarrassed at his words.

"What? I am not lying. They were asking me about the..and I quote...'the chick with sexy long legs' and I had to protect you being an almost brother to you." He said sounding annoyed.

"So it is better that no boys ever look at me...and wait..you know my bra size?" I yelled hitting him with one free arm.

He chuckled, "We might be more like siblings Elise, but I am a guy I can deduct certain things."

"Gross, Brad. I am never talking to you again." I said obviously not meaning it.

"Sure, now come on before my sister notices the attention you are suddenly getting and try to kill you." He said and we went out of the crowd.

***

Again, I was sitting in the Ice Cream shop and Brad was going to pay for it.

"Why do you eat ice cream like you are chewing every bite?" He asked gulping down his last bite.

"Why do you eat ice cream like you are starved?" I said taking a small bite from my blackcurrant Sundae.

"I am going then, you keep nibbling." He said standing up and was going up to counter to pay for it.

"I will pay for this." Weston's voice shocked me.

"W-Weston?" Brad stammered.

This was Weston's last day at school. Shooting was almost done, there was a library scene and another one in corridor, around lockers, Weston giving a longing look to Megan.

"Brad Marshall." He said extending his hand for a shake.

Weston was giving him a cool, arrogant look and I had no idea why he was being a jerk.

"It's fine, I always pay for her ice cream." Brad said with a nice smile.

Now he said it, I thought, true, he always did pay for my ice cream.

"Let me do it this time Brad, I am a star after all." He said in a cold tone.

Brad was as surprised as me at his words and his tone.

"You will be fine?" He asked me with an arched brow.

I nodded with a tight smile. I had no idea what the hell was happening.

Brad left and Weston sat across me, my ice cream eating speed doubled.

"Can I share?" He asked with a smile.

"You just said you are a star and can pay. And don't dare to touch my ice cream like last time." I warned him with a glare but he just grinned at me.

"So how long have you been dating Brad?" He asked in a stiff tone.

Was he...no he can't be? Was he jealous?

Should I tease him a bit?

"I have known him since I was a kid." I said not stating that I was not dating Brad.

Ew, the idea was gross, he was more like a brother.

My eyes became alert to his every reaction. His palm formed into a tight fist.

"Ah, so have you told him that you like me?" He asked leaning on the chair and giving me his devil smile.

I choked on the ice-cream as my eyes went wide. Is it that obvious?

"I don't lie to Brad." I snapped at him being more defensive that necessary.

"I am just kidding Stuart, calm down." He said with a chuckle.

Of course he was, he was making fun of me.

"What do you want now Hamilton?" I asked feeling annoyed and slightly embarrassed.

"To remind you about our deal. And I thought you were a nobody. But I myself heard half dozen of boys talking about you. I must say, Brad is protective of you." He said with clenched jaw and looked at me with a sudden coldness.

"Brad is my friend Hamilton, he is dating Sam, Samantha." I blurted out under his intense gaze.

He was not Weston at that moment, he was someone else, someone not pretending to smile and joke, he was someone trying to hope.

It took a moment for him to hide the look but I did see relief cross his face. His actions were confusing yet satisfactory somehow.

"So, you don't have a boyfriend." He asked suddenly leaning down on table propping on the his elbow.

Well that was none of his business now, was it?

"And why would you like to know Hamilton?" I played him.

"Because I saw many boys eyeing you when you were dancing, when you thought nobody notices you. I am just asking for their sake." He said with a chuckle.

Disappointment flooded through me. I did like the boy.

"That is all thanks to you. Dance group even asked me to join in. Until now I was just Leah's sister and maybe people did notice me before but they ignored me." I accepted with a smile for gratefulness.

"Then I want your end of deal to be done." He said with a glint in his eyes.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked my nerves on edge now of what he might ask.

"Relax, Stuart, I am not going to ask you to do something dirty." He said giving me an amused look.

"I-I know that. Then what do you want?" I asked getting really curious.

"Write lyrics for me." Weston said in a dead serious tone.

I waited for him to laugh and tell me he was kidding but he didn't.

The mega star of music industry wanted me to write lyrics for him? Well, his present lyricist did a rather shitty job.

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