Page 24 of Greased

“Fucking aye.” Sonny and Pike high-five. Fucking idiots.

We all turn our heads to the direction of Pinks’ like we have some kind of fucking x-ray vision and can see through the walls to whoever that voice belongs to inside.

“I need a fucking drink,” Dacre says as he storms into the club.

I sigh at Dacre’s retreating back.

He was alright there for the few months that we were in Australia. Like some of the light came back into his eyes. A pang of hurt goes through my chest as I remember leaving the only light any of us have felt in fucking years.

Having to leave behind someone that I know the each of us had a soul level connection with has fucked us all up just that little bit more. Not like we needed any more encouragement.

Fuck, Dacre is basically a shell of a human now. Worse than what he was before. He wears his heart completely on his sleeve. In the span of a few weeks, it was clear he began to fall in love, if he wasn’t already. I think we all were in some way.

Pinks’ is absolutely packed tonight full of members and non-members alike. Even though we live in a gated community, Pres wanted to make it a safe space for everyone. Not that any non-members can live in the community, but they can come in to get an education, shop and party. With plans to expand further, I have no doubt that in time, there will be a mix of members and non-members living and working here eventually.

With how many people are in here, it's near impossible to even see who is on the stage, so we head straight to the bar and each grab a beer.

We look around and find Dacre’s Mom, Shelly up on the bar singing her heart out into an empty vodka bottle. She doesn’t even notice us yet and by the looks of her, she isn’t going to any time soon. It wouldn't be wise to disturb her while she's in the zone.

The current song the band is playing soon ends and the crowd absolutely erupts in cheers.

“Come on, let's head back to one of the booths to get a better view.”

I nod towards a surprisingly empty booth. As we get to the table a familiar female voice sounds through the speakers. The five of us all snap and turn towards each other. There’s no fucking way.

“Thank you everyone! For our last song, this is for all of you Twilight lovers out there. This one is called Decode.”

We rush over to the booth, pushing each other to get there first. I need the highest vantage point. We are all well over six foot tallbut there must be some giants in this room or something tonight. Visibility is shit house.

Each of our jaws drop as we finally get a glimpse of who's on the stage.

Scarlett.

What the fuck is she doing here?

How is she here?

Why is she here?

Holy fuck, that’s our girl on that stage.

Holy fuck, how didn’t we know that she could sing like that?

I turn to look at the other guys. I’m sure their shocked expressions mirror my own.

I glance around the room and spot Rhodes and a few of the other guys towards the front of the stage all singing back to Scarlett. It soon clicks that the girl we saw on the back of Rhodes' bike is Scarlett. Her clothes are exactly the same.

What the fuck is she doing with him? That motherfucker!

There has always been a bit of competition amongst all of us guys. Majority of the time it is just a bit of friendly banter, but sometimes it gets a bit messy. If that cocksucker thinks he can just slide in and steal my girl, he has got another thing coming for him.

“T-T-T-This s-s-song,” Dacre stutters out. His eyes are blown wide and filled with tears.

“What about it?” I ask, bewildered as to why it would bring him tears.

“It was h-h-hers.” His gaze never leaves Scarlett’s as she dances around on stage.

God, she is fucking beautiful.

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