Promise to the Moon

Chapter 11

When it was time for Kylie and Jason to audition, I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. What if they were better than us?

I shouldn't of let the anxiety get to me because, how can I say it lightly, they sucked. They didn't know more than half of their lines and it didn't really seem like they cared about it. Jason was taking every available opportunity to kiss the living daylights out of Kylie. I tried my best not to gag out loud.

"Okay," Taylor started as we walked out of the auditorium. "I honestly think you've got this in the bag."

"Yeah, they were worse than someone who had stage fright and auditioned for the part," Elliot laughed. Once the bell rang, the others went their separate ways to their classes. Xavier and I had a free period so we decided to spend it on the field, sitting on the bleachers.

"Oh, great," Xavier groaned.

"What?" I asked.

I followed Xavier's gaze to see a girl who looked around thirteen years old wave and smile in our direction. She had short, brown and baby pink ombré hair that was loosely curled. She was wearing a knitted khaki jumper, white ripped jeans and a pair of black-and-white Adidas superstars.

"Hi," she smiled, putting her pearly white teeth to good use.

"What do you want?" Xavier asked.

"I ran out of money. Chelsea and I are going to the shops in the afternoon because mum's birthday is coming up and I want to get her something."

"Ugh, fine." Xavier pulled a fifty dollar note out of his back pocket and handed it to her. She smiled, thanked him and walked off, not forgetting to introduce herself. Paris Winters. Also known as Xavier's younger sister.

"So, that was the famous Paris." I nod.

"The city or my sister?" He joked. I shoved him playfully.

"Why doesn't she take the bus?" I asked.

"She's apart of a few clubs which require her to stay back at school for at least an hour every day."

"Wow," I said.

"Yeah," he responded. We sat there for a while in silence. Xavier broke it saying: "Will you come to our first soccer game of the season on Saturday?"

To be honest, I was quite shocked. Never have I ever been or seen any sporting games. Let alone being asked to attend one. "Yeah, sure." I smiled.

He smiled back and looked down at his feet, failing to hide his blush.

"Are you blushing?" I smirked.

"No," he answered a little too quickly, still staring down.

"Yeah, yeah."

"What time do you finish work today?" He asked.

"Uh, eleven o'clock, why?"

"I need help with English."

I rose an eyebrow.

"You're asking for help?"

". . . Yeah," he said rubbing a hand at the back of his neck. "I'm falling behind and I honestly don't understand most of it."