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Fenley's POV – Before the Gig
He looked far too mature for a high schooler. I couldn't possibly say he looked like a kid, even if that was the truth on paper.
I knew this was wrong—at least, it wouldn't be if I were a university professor and he was a student. But he's already over eighteen by then.
When he took my heart and never gave it back, I knew exactly what he meant.
Yes, he stole it—but I didn't mind.
From this distance, I could see his eyes—those blue eyes—staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
I didn't know what he was thinking about, but it felt like his mind was already years ahead of the rest of us.
His thoughts clearly weren't here. Strange people tend to be like that—and they're usually the brilliant ones.
"Sorry," Georgie said, flashing me that awkward smile, realizing he'd zoned out completely.
I shook my head and laid it gently on his chest.
"It's okay," I whispered with a smile. "I like it when you're deep in thought like that."
I listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat—thump, thump, thump—so loud, so alive.
He kissed my forehead and ran his fingers through my hair.
"What?" he asked, noticing that I was still looking up at him with a smile.
"Are you still thinking about it?" I asked, referring to the conversation we'd had earlier about his family and what they expected of him.
To be honest, I often wondered about Georgie's thoughts during moments like this.
When he drifted far away, I couldn't always follow.
Artists think differently. But they're still human, just like us.
When he shared what was going on, I had the same thought:
Luminous Records really needs a psychologist or two to manage its artists.
I had brought it up with Rosie just recently.
But the label's still small—and Georgie's the only star we've got.
"No," Georgie sighed and looked at me with tired eyes.
"I've just been wondering… am I hurting myself too much for my family?"
He glanced back at the ceiling. "Is it wrong to do that? This is just a small thing, right? A little pain for their sake—I can take it."
I chuckled softly. "You're doing this much for your siblings—I can't imagine what you'd do for your own kids someday."
That got his attention.
"You're pregnant?!" Georgie asked, eyes wide with horror.
I knew he was joking, but the dramatic expression on his face made me want to slap him.
I smacked his chest and glared at him as he burst out laughing.
"What would you do?" I asked again, looking into his eyes.
"What would you do if this was about your children?"
He gave me an awkward smile. "You do realize you're talking about kids with an actual kid, right?"
I snorted. "Since the moment you came after me, I've never seen you as a kid. You act like a grown man. Hell, sometimes more like a grandpa."
That raised one of his eyebrows.
"Let's see," he began dramatically. "I'd poison everyone else so my kids never go hungry. I'd make people homeless so my kids always have a roof over their heads. I'd shoot someone if it meant my kids could run through the neighborhood laughing happily."
I stared at him.
"I'm joking," he said quickly, flashing a grin. But I knew—deep down—I wasn't so sure he was.
"I think maybe I'll just listen to my parents for once and go see a therapist," he continued, brushing past his dark little monologue. "If it makes them happy, why not?"
I sighed, trying to ignore everything he'd said before that.
"I guess I can let that last part slide... this time," I murmured. "I get it. You'd do anything for your kids, huh?", Then i reached up and cupped his cheek. "As for the family stuff—you're such a good boy right now," I said teasingly, pinching his cheek hard.
His hand closed around mine, his expression suddenly intense.
I must've touched something inside him.
"I'm not a good boy," he said quietly, gripping my hand tightly.
"I can do things you wouldn't believe," he whispered into my ear.
There was a wildness in his gaze as he looked down at me.
I lay beneath him, his body hovering over mine.
He pinned my wrists, and I couldn't move—not out of fear, not entirely. There was something thrilling about his strength.
"I could make you scream," he murmured.
"Or choke you until you pass out…"
His body was solid, trained—this wasn't a teenage frame. I couldn't fight back even if I wanted to.
"…no," I whispered, pleading softly. "Don't… we need to go…"
But I didn't fight hard. And he knew it.
"No can do," Georgie smirked.
"I still need to punish you… again."
"You already punished me!" I gasped. "I can't do this again…"
He didn't stop. That smirk never left his face as his hand circled my neck again, already red from earlier.
"Scream," he ordered—and that's exactly what I did, for the next 30 minutes.
Later, after our 'playtime,' and another shower, I took him to Luminous.
Of course, Rosie was waiting in her office, looking like she was ready to murder someone.
"Really? Took you long enough to pick him up," she snapped. She already knew what we'd been doing.
I just shrugged and covered the marks Georgie left with makeup.
If I didn't, they'd be way too obvious.
Like I told him before—this thing between us? It's just for fun.
I couldn't handle anything serious. Even if I wanted to.
Rosie sighed. "You need to focus. George S.'s concert is coming up. I just want Georgie to give a flawless performance."
"I know. He's already made a name for himself in Houston. People are starting to notice."
I looked over the report she handed me. "What about his single?"
"They've already started distributing it," Rosie said, waving her hand. Then she fixed me with a sharp look. "How long are you two going to keep this up?"
"Seriously?" I looked at her helplessly.
She nodded, eyes narrowing.
"Well… maybe until Georgie's more famous?" I offered, uncertainly.
Now it was her turn to look helpless.
I just leaned back on the couch with a grin.
"You should get yourself a boyfriend." I teased, and Rosie looked like she was ready to slap me.
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I was the one who drove the band to the venue. When we arrived, I could see they were warmly welcomed by the crowd. Especially when Georgie stepped out with that familiar smile on his face—people started patting his back and shoulders.
"Georgie!"
"Man, I've been listening to your song! Bring that energy tonight!"
"I even bought your single, Georgie!"
Some of them mentioned they heard his music at local stores. That should've fired Georgie up, but he only gave them a smile.
"Thanks, y'all!" he said with a wide grin. But honestly, it didn't feel warm. It wasn't the smile he used to give me. It was more like a professional one.
"I'll rock this honky tonk tonight!" Georgie added, and the crowd erupted, lifting their beers in the air.
"Come on up now, Georgie!"
"Yeah, man!"
"Go, kid! We need some real music right now!"
Georgie and the band headed backstage to prepare. I followed and called out, "Georgie."
"Your single's already available at the local music stores. I'm not sure about the sales numbers yet, but judging by the crowd's reaction, it's doing well here in Houston," I told him, even though the actual data wasn't out yet. The single had just been released across Texas.
Georgie nodded with a small smile. "Thanks. I guess it'll sell more after George S.'s concert wraps up," he replied and went back to getting ready.
"Hey," I called out again, smiling. He turned to me with a confused look.
"Don't overthink it. Your family just wants what's best for you," I said.
Georgie gave me an awkward smile. "Really? You wanna bring that up here?"
"Yes," I replied firmly. "Try to enjoy yourself tonight." I patted his shoulder and cheek.
"Yeah," he sighed, forcing another smile before glancing at the others.
"Alright, let's do it," he said, smiling—but none of the others felt any real excitement in his voice.
After that, Georgie turned toward the stage, where the crowd was waiting. James and the others glanced at me with questioning looks. I just sighed and said, "Do your best, guys!"
They all nodded silently, eyes following Georgie's back. He hadn't told them what was going on. I understood—he saw them as professionals, and he was determined to treat them the same.
Once they were on stage, I watched them perform. Georgie slowly came alive under the lights, setting his worries aside for the crowd's sake.
I let out a long sigh and shook my head. This isn't just about psychological stress—there's something else Georgie's hiding, and he's doing everything he can to keep it that way.
The crowd loved the show, and it was good to see Georgie act professionally on stage, giving people a night to remember.
But for his mental health... it wasn't good at all.
…
Yeah, I saw Kayla coming out of the bathroom with a bottle in her hand. I was the one who allowed her to give it to Georgie—I just wanted him to have a little fun tonight.
But not like this.
Georgie was wasted.
My face turned pale with horror. I looked around for Kayla, but she was nowhere to be found, like she vanished in the chaos.
And worse—Georgie's parents saw the whole thing.
Fuck.
The next morning, after Kayla had taken Georgie away in her car and disappeared, James and the others told me she brought him to a hotel.
We all went there together. I could only apologize to Georgie's parents for not keeping an eye on him.
They understood, especially George, who clearly saw how bad Georgie's condition was.
We entered the room, and there they were—Georgie and Kayla.
Honestly, it broke my heart a little. But after seeing Veronica's reaction—Georgie's official girlfriend—it settled me a bit.
I kept a straight face, though the room was a mess. George looked furious, and all that anger was directed at Georgie.
Georgie claimed he didn't remember anything from last night, which was... odd. I looked at Kayla, and she looked guilty.
Something's not right here, I thought.
After Georgie asked us to leave, I pulled Kayla aside for a private conversation.
"What did you put in Georgie's drink?" I asked bluntly. I didn't hold back. I knew Georgie well, and there's no way he would've been that drunk—and lose his memory—without something extra.
Kayla said nothing.
I was furious.
So, I slapped her.
Hard.
"Don't ever do that to Georgie again," I said quietly, but firmly. My voice carried a sharp edge of anger. Her eyes widened in shock.
She wasn't my student anymore. To me, she was just a foolish teenage girl who had crossed a dangerous line.
Yeah, I know—I shouldn't have hit a kid.
But after what she did to Georgie, I couldn't hold back.
And yeah, part of this was my fault, too.
I knew Georgie would forgive her. He's always treated Kayla like a little sister. That's why I never felt jealous of her—not even once.
"Apologize to Georgie. And tell him everything," I told her before walking away.
When I returned, everyone was staring at me awkwardly.
I smiled and said, "I think Georgie's gonna take a while. How about we talk this through back at Luminous?" I glanced at George, who gave me a smal nod.