Young and Reckless

After Ava's little sister Layla passes and Ava promises to dedicate her life to her what will it drive Ava to do?


3. Chapter 2

          "Okay, okay! EASY!" Kayla said as they man dropped her onto the couch. "Hell, dude! You could be a little gentler!" she mumbled, rubbing her wrists. I nodded in agreement, as Savanna mumbled a large number of cussing words. Mike was already on the couch, his shoulders slumped and his hair covering his face in annoyance as the guards began yelling at us. "Would you like to explain what that was about?!" the main bodyguard hissed as One Direction made their way to us. "You're lucky we don't call the police!" "We don't need the police," Savanna muttered under her breath. "We can fully explain!" She blurted. "Wait- you're British?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows at us. "No, we're Chinese," Kayla said sarcastically. "Of course we're British."

         "For a couple of fans, you're quite harsh," Liam mumbled, rubbing his jaw. "Look. We can explain," I butted in, drawing everyone's attention. "We don't need to call the we?" Zayn crossed his arms, eying us closely. "No, we don't." He smirked. "Zayn-" the guard started. "It's our concert," he reminded him. "No one got hurt, so I believe they're okay to go." He said. I grinned, as did the others. I like this boy. "IF you stay for the last song and explain to us why you did that." He said. I smirked. "Deal." I said crossing my arms.

          As soon as the lads left to go back on stage, I turned to the guys. "Let's ditch." I mumbled. Kayla rolled her eyes at my thought, and sunk back into her seat. "Are you retarted? We can't ditch. Every damn security guard knows our face." She snapped. "Plus, I think Zayn wants your number." She said with a smirk. "Don't you want Bradford Bad Boy's number?" "Shut up!" I growled at her. "So, what exactly are we saying to them?" Savanna butted in. "Oh, Hi! We're a bunch of adrenaline junkies that live for everyone that can't?" She added sarcastically. I flinched at her sentence, looking down at my hands. "Look, I don't exactly want to tell my deepest darkest secret to a bunch of pop stars," I mumbled. "Let's just tell them we love adrenaline or some shit. They'll believe it!" I said.

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