All The Odds

Eleven

//You're the light, you're the night, you're the color of my blood. You're the cure,  you're the pain, you're the only thing I wanna touch.. // Ellie Goulding.

Long chapter,  don't fall asleep.

Excruciatingly he continued with the song. Albeit after a very long interlude and the longest kiss he'd ever witnessed, like come on, even rabbits stops for air but apparently not Derrick and Bella.

It took a lot of self discipline to not chuck the guitar in his hands across the room and will it to smash Derrick's skull.

When he was thankfully done, he barely acknowledged the people paying ovation. Or Claire, jumping, clapping and waving enthusiastically at him in Biggie's arms.

His focus was on them and how reluctantly they separated, and how she clung to him like the kiss made her legs weak?

He regretted encouraging her to come to the damn party.

"Nice performance mate." A hand clamped on his shoulder as he began to approach them with a murdering thought.

He turned around to face the instrumentalists Biggie hired.
"That was all you man, you guys were amazing." He said honestly. They covered and twerked the time he wasted dumbfounded by Bella and Derrick's kiss really well it became a style instead of the error it was.

He tried hastily shaking their hands out of the courtesy ingrained into him since birth so he could leave but the Saxophonist had other plans. "Are you with anyone?" He asked, holding unto Iverson's hand. "I mean because we have this little band going on, ya know and it'll be fantastic to have you sit with us sometimes."

"Uhm." Iverson fidgeted on his feet and took a quick look over his shoulder to see everyone returning to their seats and Derrick and Blue were no where in sight. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean but I really have to go." He said and forced his hand out of the guy's hold as subtly as he could.

"What he's trying to say is..." The pianist started but Iverson shoved their guitar he used back into his hand.

"Really have to go." He added and made a run for it.

Lead me not into temptation! He thought scanning the room for his targets.

If ghosts do haunt, his father must be gathering an army of the dead to wage a war against him for even daring to strike a guitar cord in public when he should be thinking of reviving the company and 'legacy' he left in ruins.

Bella and Derrick didn't return to the bar like he'd thought and he had to search every nook and cranny of the building like a crazy hound dog, interrupted and saw things he had no business seeing.

Drunk college mates, getting it off anywhere they could with people they most likely won't be able to put a face to the next day.

She's drunk too. He thought, sweating when the temperature didn't call for it. But she's with Derrick and he won't take advantage of that, you know he won't. He is not you.

He just brought out his phone to call Biggie for help or call a lockdown on the whole place when he opened another door to find them in the middle of the room with their lips so attached.

He fought against the instinct to dive across and strangle Derrick with a strand of his own hair.

You have no right to feel this way. He told himself, and definitely won't want to give Blue another thing to hate him for. If what Daniel told him was anything to go by then he was clearly her least favourite person on the planet and it'll be a miracle to get her to leave Derrick and come with him.