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"Not if she knows who your hanging out with." He gave me a convincing smile.
" fuck it, let's go." I said, following him behind the stage. He kept glancing at me, thinking it was hidden but he wasn't very secretive about his glancing.
As we walked back stage, I heard The voice of my principal, talking to the rest of the band.
" shit, that's my principal." I whispered, looking for a place to hide.
" come here." he whispered back, grabbing my hand and pulling me behind a bin. I crouched behind it, and he sat on top of it, pulling his guitar into his lap.
I sat there for a few minutes when I heard my principal walking closer.
"Hey, Tom right? It was an honor to have you and your band perform here, truly. You have such good talent, is there anything else us as a school can do for you?" He asked, shaking his hand.
"You guys have already done enough being an amazing audience. Thank you for letting us perform." Tom thanked, leaning his hand against the side I was on. I couldn't help but stare at his hand.
They talked for a little longer before my principal walked away and off the stage. He got up off the bin and grabbed my hand, pulling me up.
"Come on, we can go wait in the car while they finish packing up." He said, pulling me out through the back of the school. We walked up to a black car with tinted windows. He pulled out the keys from his pocket, unlocking the car.
"You can drive already?" I asked as he opened the passenger door for me.
"No. But I do anyways. Gustav drives that white van right there." He points to the van I had seen at the concert yesterday. We sit in the car in silence for a moment.
He suddenly looked at me with a guilty expression.
"Fuck. I don't even know your name yet."
"y/n. Don't worry about it." I smiled, pulling my legs up onto the seat, hugging them. He forgot my name. I moved on from that thought, not too bothered. He probably had a lot going on.
"y/n. I like it." He gave me a small smirk, starting the car. Then suddenly the back seat door opened, his brother getting in.
"We're ready, gustav and georg are riding in the van." He said as he swung his legs to lay against the other seats. "Wait, she's coming with?" He gave me a confusing look.
"Yeah. That's bill." Tom said as he pulled out. I shook bills hand.
"I'm y/n, nice to meet you bill." He gave me a kind smile, leaning back against the seat.
"So are we going back to the hotel then?" He asked bill, looking through the mirror to look at him.
"Yeah that was the plan." Bill replied.
"You guys are living in a hotel?" I asked. He chuckled, nodding.
But before I could say anything else, my phone began to blow up, multiple texts and missed calls from my mom.
"My moms calling. Shit." I called her back and the two stayed quiet.
"Hello? y/n? What in gods name were you thinking leaving school?!" She screamed from the other side of phone.
"Mom calm down! Who told you I left?" I asked. She scoffed.
"Stacy told me you left school! Where are you going? Are you in a car right now?!" She was basically screaming in my ear and I wanted to jump out the car from embarrassment.
"Mom I'm just with some friends! We just wanted to hangout!" I tried to calm her down but it didn't seem to work.
"I don't care! If you can't be at school you can come home! Right now!"
"Okay!" I hung up the phone. "Fuck." I sighed, putting my phone in my pocket.
"Should we take you home then?" Tom asked, pulling over to the side of the road.
"Yeah. I'm so sorry guys. Just turn left up here." I sighed. I totally wasted there time. I felt so bad.
Once we made it to my house I walked up without realizing they followed behind.
I walked in and my mom was at the door, waiting for me.
"Are you going to explain why on earth you left school?" She asked the minute I walked in. I tried to explain when the door was stopped my someone's hand.
Tom pushed open the door, revealing the rest of the band.
"Who is th...Your Tokio Hotel." She realized, looking at them in disbelief.
"I'm so sorry if we caused her any trouble. She was telling us about how she had gone to our concert and really enjoyed us. We preformed at her school today and finally got to meet her properly." Tom explained, shaking my moms hand along with the rest of the band.
"I don't know what to say. I mean I'm honored to meet you guys. I just wish my daughter could have let me know the reason why she left school. I mean, I could have excused her from school. Thank you for taking care of her."
