Chapter 3

••Sasha's P. O. V••

"Congratulations" Noah applauded after I told him my story. We were back from school but I prefered to stay a few hours at Noah's house before going to mine.

"What can I say, I'm irresistible" I commended myself, turning around and doing a moon walk backwards till I fell on his bed. He just shook his head and laughed. He dropped his bag on the floor and joined me on the bed.

"Come on, sing for me" he said out of nowhere. I sat up and looked at him.

"I'm not with my guitar" I frowned.

"You don't need your guitar Sasha, you sound amazing" he said and I bit my lip, unsure of myself.

"Fine I'll try" I got up and stood in front of him while he sat up and watched me carefully. I breathed out and sang the first song that came to my mind, pushing away my insecurities.

She just wants to be, beautiful she goes, unnoticed she knows, no limit

she craves, attention she praises, an image

She prays to be, sculpted by the sculptor...

As I continued to sing, Noah watched me with a look on his face that made me feel like I was doing something right. It made me feel good about myself. So when I finished singing, I smiled, feeling satisfied that I sang without my guitar for the very first time.

"Wow Sasha" he started, making my smile widen, "I think you should get rid of your guitar" I rolled my eyes, I knew he would say something silly. Stupid even. He never gave a straight compliment.

"Your voice is the sweetest I've ever heard Sasha, for real" he finally said what I wished to hear. I smiled then dived on his bed again.

"So I put on a show for you, its your turn" I wiggled my brows at him.

"Gladly" he bounced to his feet and stood in front of me, his energy was almost contagious.

"Yess, show me some runway strut" I cheered.

"Hold onto your panties" he did that thing where he was trying to be sexy but failed and ended up looking like a total idiot, so I laughed "sure".

He then started unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his perfectly sculpted body. He took it off and threw it across the room. I let my eyes roam his body, from his chest down to his lower abdomen.

There was a reason why Noah was tagged the hottest guy in school, this was why. He was cute as hell with his somewhat baby-ish face, atleast that's how I saw him, brown hair, dimples, pink lip. Don't forget his perfect body. Sometimes I wondered how I was never sexually attracted to him, literally all the girls in school had a crush on him.

He slowly walked towards me, running his hand through his hair with his smoldering expression. He looked like he just came out of a TV commercial.

"Okay I think my panties are on the floor" I applauded him "you are going to make one fine ass model" I told him truthfully. He smiled at me.

"Speaking of fine ass model" I started as he sat next to me, "we should find you a competition or camp or anything"

"I just have a good feeling about it" he nodded with a stupid smile on his face.

Few hours later, I went back home. My mom was setting the table for dinner. She smiled at me and told me to go shower and come down for dinner so I did just that.

As I sat down to eat, I decided to announce my plan openly to them but I never knew it was going to be a big mistake.

"Mom, dad" I started, there's a school competition holding in Washington this summer and I auditioned" I said

"Really? Did you get in?" My mom asked

"Yes mom, I got in" I smiled happily

"That's great honey" she smiled at me. I looked over at my dad but he just kept eating, ignoring me completely"

"What kind of competition is it?" My mom asked, taking my attention away from my dad.

"Its a singing, instrumentation and dancing competition" immediately the words left my mouth, my dad dropped his cutlery on the table, making sure to get both our attention.

"You are not going" he simply said without a care in the world.

What? I looked over at my mom for some sort of help.

"David, its a school competition" my mom spoke but that only provoked him

"We sent her to school to study and that's what she'll  do" he shouted, "you are not going and that's final" tears threatened to spill from my eyes but I held them in and at the same time, bit the inside of my cheeks to stop me from blurting out something I'd regret. I got up angrily and ran up the stairs to my room.

I ran my hand through my hair, wanting to pull it out. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe him. What sort of dad would stop his daughter from doing something that makes her happy. I wanted to scream, break something, but I stopped myself. Instead, I grabbed my phone and bike keys and jumped out my window.

I drove to Noah's house and as usual, he welcomed me. We quietly went upstairs to his room and after I told him everything that happened, his just made me lay on his bed and cuddled me till I fell asleep.

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The next day at school, I was back to being cheery. I never allowed my family issues to affect me negatively and ofcourse when you had a best friend like Noah, you could hardly remain sad.

After morning classes, it was time for rehearsals so I got to my locker to pick up my guitar when the three mouse-keteers dropped by in front of me, Bethany stepping forward, as always.

"I heard you wanted to audition, too bad you didn't get in" I rolled my eyes, I wasn't in the mood for this.

"Oh I did get in, just not in singing" I said, holding my guitar close to my chest.

"Well I doubt you'd last very soon" I slammed my locker at that and took a step forward making her flinch backwards. Funny how I easily frightened her yet she never gave up on taunting me.

"You know, if I were you, I'd be dying to be friends with me because I'm the only one that knows everything about Noah" she turned silent as she watched me speak. "But here you are being a bitch" her lips opened then closed.

"Just so you know, Noah will never like you, no matter how hard you try" I spat, making sure she understood every word I said

"So goodluck making him fall for you" it was my turn to smile and walk away leaving her speechless. 

I got to the music room just in time for rehersals, I got smiles and greetings from all the five boys in the room.

"Welcome Sasha, we're just about to start" Tyler smiled at me. He was really cute but he didn't have dimples so that already ruined his chances of being my prince charming.

"So" our coach, Mr Bryan started, getting all our attention, "in two weeks, we would be in Washington for the competition, we need to do our best in order for us to have the chance of winning. I hope you are ready" he finished. I gulped, feeling a little nervous about everything.

"I'm going to leave you guys for today, so get acquainted, do some free styles and prepare something to present to me tomorrow. Goodluck instrumentalists"he said and left us in the room. I turned around and faced the boys feeling excited. I loved music. I had always loved music since I was a little girl, and now I had the opportunity to actually do what I love. Even my dad won't be able to stop me.

"Sasha, play us something" Tyler said and my eyes widened.

"Me? What should I play?" I asked a little nervous. I wasn't the shy type but in this case, it felt like all attention was on me.

"Anything" I bit my lip, thinking hard, "come on, we would back you up" ken, another one of the boys said.

I sighed and positioned my guitar in front of me. 'Something simple' I muttered to myself.

So I played treat you better by Shawn Mendes.

After I played the first two lines, I couldn't stop myself so I sang along, shocking the boys in the room. Ken joined in, playing the keyboard along with me, then Jordan with the drums. Slowly I felt consumed by the sweet melody of the three instruments combined together. I had never felt this much fun playing and singing.

The moment the song ended, all of them stared at me, flabbergasted.

"That was awesome" Jordan commented after some seconds of silent.

"Your voice is amazing" Tyler smiled at me and I smiled back.

"Thank you"

Right then, I knew I was going to have alot of fun with the group and nothing would stop me from going to the competition.