Pieces of Me: A Foundation Novel, Book One (The Foundation Series 1) by Kira Adams
I threw my head back, exhausted from the intense night, closing my eyes.
“In all the times we’ve talked, and all the times we’ve hung out, I never expected that from you.” Colton exclaimed, jarring me from my peace.
“What?” I asked, curiously.
“You were amazing, Peyton. We’ve talked a lot in the past about you singing and wanting to pursue that, but I never knew it was to this extent.” His eyes sparkled as he complimented me.
I couldn’t help but blush. There was no doubt Colton was my type, and even though I was still hung up on Jace, the new me was open to the possibilities. “Thanks.” I blushed, looking away.
“You really put on a show onstage. What’s your stage name?” he joked.
“Huh?” I was puzzled as to what he was getting at.
“You’re just lacking a little when it comes to the confidence department. Why is that?” he asked, looking around cautiously, to make sure everyone else was still in their side conversations.
I sat up; uncomfortable he had made this assessment of me, which unfortunately was spot on. My walls were supposed to protect people from seeing the real me, but for the first time, I felt like someone could see me, the real Peyton. “I don’t know,” I lied, before settling back into position next to Colton.
He looked around; mildly annoyed at how loud everyone else was being, and then shot me a sly grin. “You want to get out of here?”
I felt vulnerable, I felt anxious, and I felt excited. Butterflies swarmed my insides, willing me to take this leap of faith. “Okay,” I replied, hesitantly.
“Okay,” he repeated, standing up, and lending his hand for me to stand as well. I wondered how he would respond if people asked where we were going or wanted to come along, but as it turned out, everyone was too engulfed in their own conversations and side parties, and we were able to slip out unnoticed.
I blindly followed him, asking minimal questions, Colton was someone I had always dreamt of spending time alone with, but never had the confidence to make that known to him. Now, with my new self, I felt enough confidence that I, Peyton Lane could actually be enough for the infamous Colton Lee.
We ended up sneaking away to his hotel room. It did make me a little nervous, being alone with him, especially with all of my inexperience! But I was also excited; the possibility that I could experience my first kiss was driving me insane with anticipation.
It was a lot different than what I expected, especially for someone of such a young age. Colton was wise beyond his years and more mature than all of his peers. He was the youngest in his band, merely twenty years old. At first, we talked for what seemed like hours; just genuinely getting to know one another. He was better than anything I could have ever imagined. I couldn’t believe I wasted so much time worrying about the Austin twins who wouldn’t even give me the time of day, when there was this amazing man out in the world, just waiting for me. I felt like Colton was made for me and me for him—we fit. I couldn’t explain it; it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I knew deep down it was as simple as liking someone and having the feeling returned, but that seemed too right.
We were seated on the couch in his hotel, close enough to touch, but far enough away to be appropriate in any situation. I was wiping away tears in the corner of my eyes from laughing so hard at something Colton had said, when he changed everything. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked out of nowhere, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear.
I was suddenly aware I was shaking, uncontrollably. It was an uncomfortable sight, so I got up suddenly and retreated to an adjacent wall, which I leaned upon. I couldn’t even look at him. No one had ever called me beautiful before; it had to be too good to be true. He obviously felt the awkward tension and didn’t waste any time addressing it. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, as he rose and started slowly coming towards me.
My heart was beating faster and harder with each step he took forward. I couldn’t remember how to breathe. I was pretty sure I was going to faint, but was surprised to see I was still alert when he finally made his way to me. “Hey.” He touched my cheek softly, “What’s wrong?”
I couldn’t look him in the eyes with such an embarrassing confession, so I did my best to look away. “No one has told me that before.”
“What? That you’re beautiful?” Suddenly something seemed to click for him. I saw pain in his eyes, the realization finally making its appearance. “You are beautiful, Peyton.” He looked down into my eyes for a long time, willing me to believe him, willing me to see what he saw.
I was still shaking, butterflies attacking my insides, and still having trouble breathing, when Colton gently caressed my cheek with his hand. I knew this was the moment I had been waiting for all my life; my first kiss. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against mine. Volts of electricity were shooting through my entire body, out through my fingertips, my toes, even my nose. With each brush of our lips, the magic increased. It began with slow, delicate kisses, and then before I knew it, they were hard, passionate kisses. Colton pressed me up against the wall, continuing to kiss me, but I felt his hands grace my hips and stomach. He was pulling me into his kisses, he was leaving me breathless. Before I knew it, he had my arms pinned against the wall over my head, and he was exploring my body with his mouth, my lips, my cheek, my neck, my ear, I could hardly bare it. I was fully aware I was moaning, but I didn’t care, this felt good.
Finally, he let up, allowing me to breathe, smiling to himself. “What are you smiling about? I asked, coyly.
He gave me one more know-it all-smile before concluding, “You’ve never been kissed before, have you?”
Oh God, he can tell! I must be a horrible kisser. I blushed, looking down.
“Hey, hey, it’s no big deal.” He kissed my forehead gently. “I’ve just never seen someone get so worked up over kissing before, well, at least not in a long time,” he chuckled to himself.
“Is that bad?” I asked, genuinely concerned.
“It can be good and bad. Bad now, in the sense that, you don’t want to overstep any boundaries before you are ready, and sometimes the lines can be blurred when you get that worked up. Good because when you are ready, it’s going to be a wonderful experience for you.” He led me over to the couch where we sat, his arm around me. “Someday, Peyton, you are going to find someone who is going to tell you that you are beautiful every day, someone who will hold your hand in public, and never miss a moment to kiss you. Someday you will find that person you want to share that beautiful part of yourself with, and someone who will make sure the moment is as perfect as it can be with you.” he whispered in my ear, stroking my hair.
I want that someone to be you, I thought to myself, resting my head on his shoulder.
***
I had been right; it had been too good to be true. I found out a couple of weeks after that night, after no contact from Colton, that he had not only a girlfriend, but a fiancée. He had had a girlfriend/fiancée when he kissed me. The manager of their band felt the need to keep the girlfriends hidden so the female population would still fall all over the DarienMae boys. It was obviously working. I felt defeated. I thought I was falling in love. I texted him a few times, to no avail. I realized this was life, and I was going to have to move on. So that is what I did, I buried myself in school, in band rehearsal, and with my few friends.
The good news was after the night our band played alongside DarienMae, we had been getting quite a bit of recognition. Bigger known bands were seeking us out to play shows with them. My weekends were definitely occupied and as my popularity grew, so did hatred for me, as people began to become jealous of what I had.
Kari Ann had not made my life any easier making posters and plastering them all around with a picture of a pig and my name on it. Brooklyn had caught her posse putting them up in the girl’s locker room when she chased them off. People didn’t mess with Brooklyn, everyone knew that.
It was the beginning o
Thankfully my theatre teacher droned on for the entire two hours of class, so there did not have to be any unwarranted, awkward Jace moments. The bell rang and I lifted my backpack onto my shoulder and began to head out. I noticed Jace waiting at the door, and the closer I got, the more I wanted to run the opposite way, but he was looking straight at me, there was no denying it, he was waiting for me. I approached slowly, and hesitantly, unsure of what he could possibly want. “Hey,” I said, barely above a whisper.
“Long time no talk, huh?” He fell into step beside me as we walked out into the hall.
“Uh huh.” It was unbearable; you could cut the awkward tension with a knife.
“I just wanted to say, I saw your first show, and you were amazing, Peyton.”
“Thanks,” I replied quickly, speeding up my stride, hoping to lose him. He was unfortunately too smart for that, adjusting his stride as well. “You in a hurry to get to lunch?” he joked.
“Sure,” I responded with an uncaring tone.
“Sure?” He grabbed my arm, causing me to stop, mid-step. “Peyton, what’s going on? I know we haven’t really talked in the past few months, but I’d like to think of us still as friends, wouldn’t you?”
“Friends?” I hissed, practically spewing venom in his face. “Since when were we ever friends, Jace? Answer me that.” I twirled on my heel and marched off down the hall.
“Peyton!” he called after me, and I’m sure he thought I didn’t hear it, as it was barely audible above a whisper, but I heard it clear as day, “I’m trying here, Peyton.”
***
I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Jace since our encounter, but I needed to focus because my band had a huge show to play tonight, we were again going to be opening for DarienMae, but the roster for the show was full of talent. I was nervous about having to run into Colton, but I told myself this was what was best for the band and that I could suck it up for the night. I was hanging out with Noah, pre-show jamming a bit, attempting to come up with some new material.
“Can you take it back to the bridge and just play that on repeat for me, I almost have it.” I smiled up at Noah. There was nowhere else in the world I would rather be than writing music with Noah. Writing my lyrics was therapeutic for me, being able to get my thoughts and feelings out without rejection, was addicting. Noah began strumming softly my selection just as I had asked.
“Was it so hard to find someone honest?”
“Why was she always being stabbed in the back?”
“What did she do to deserve this?”
“Could she regain the confidence she lacked?” I sang with so much volume and strength, I saw Noah’s eyes light up with excitement; I had obviously caught him off guard. I continued, my confidence growing with each note.
“Her heart told her to walk away.”
“Her mind told her to stay.”
“Always defaulting to her loyalties.”
“I should mention that girl was me.” When I finished singing, I looked up at Noah and caught him, mouth hanging wide open, shell-shocked.
“Where in the hell did that come from?” he asked me with excited bewilderment.
“I don’t know,” I answered, honestly. “But lately, it’s just been a lot simpler to find my voice.” I chuckled; I loved the feeling of validation.
“We need to play this song, Peyton. We need to play this song tonight. We need to end the set with this song.” Noah set his guitar against the wall and began pacing, his brown eyes hidden by his furrowed brows. He was apparently in deep thought.
“Get real.” I laughed. “We have exactly a half hour until the show, how do you expect us to find everyone and have them learn their parts in time?”
“Well, seeing as we aren’t the first band up, I’d say we have a much better chance than you originally thought.” He shot me a playful grin.
“Are you sure about this? We’ve never gone out there unless our material is polished…” Honestly, I was more worried what people would think. This song revealed parts of me that I had kept hidden for years. I didn’t know if I was willing to be that vulnerable, especially with everything that had happened in my life, thus far. It was an exciting, yet terrifying feeling to open oneself up like such.
“This is the best song you, I mean, we have ever written. People are going to relate to you, Peyton. It has such a strong message, I really feel like after tonight, everything is going to change.” He was speaking with such enthusiasm; it was difficult not to feel the same.
Chapter 6
Are You Buying All the Bullshit He Fed You?
Live Your Life Right
I once heard a man crying over a dream once lost
All I could tell him was keep dreaming on
Life has its turns—this ain’t no surprise
So keep dreaming on, and live your life right
Noah had been right; I had been approached by more than ten people letting me know how much of an impact my final song had left on them. Total strangers were coming up to me, letting me in on their deepest darkest secrets as some sort of way to relate to me. It was a magical feeling; none of my other songs had ever created such an impact. I was flying on cloud nine; nothing could bring me down…except the sight of Colton and who I now knew was his fiancée. My mind said the word so aggressively; I had to keep reminding myself I had no reason to hate her. She had done nothing to me. In fact, if anything, I had wronged her. Even though Colton was arm-and-arm and mingling with her, I couldn’t help but notice his glances my way, if almost to keep tabs on me. At least I knew I looked fabulous, I was wearing a dark blue, baby doll shirt that was sparkly and frilly, along with black lace leggings, and my new favorite booties. My hair was curled into loose curls under a black beaded headband that matched my black, beaded bracelet. My make-up was dark today. Probably the most daring I had ever been. The past few weekends Kayleigh and Brooklyn had been giving me make-up tutorials and I was really catching on; I had opted for a smoky eye with just a bit of blue incorporated. I looked smoking, and I knew it.
“Come on, let’s go talk.” Brooklyn grabbed me by the arm and whisked me outside. “The new song was a hit!” She hugged me, jumping up and down.
“Thank you.” I let her go and we sat down on the steps outside the building.
“How are you handling the whole Colton thing? I saw you guys exchanging some lingering looks. What’s the deal?” She glanced at me.
“It’s hard, I mean, seeing her, and knowing that she is real. That she was real when he kissed me. It’s difficult, but I’m trying not to think too much about it…” I trailed off as Isaiah waltzed straight up to us.
“You guys were great!” He came up clapping.
“Oh stop it!” Brooklyn giggled, jumping up and into his arms. They were very affectionate all the time, but were always aware of their surroundings, so after a quick kiss, they asked if I wanted to head out with them, but I decided to stay. I knew I would be alone, without Brooklyn or Madison, and out of my comfort zone, but leaving that early, when it wasn’t even past ten, seemed too cowardly. My parents had set a curfew of midnight for me, and as long as I adhered to it, we had no issues.
I watched them walk away, then decided I liked the fresh air and might stay put for a few minutes. I sat back down and closed my eyes, just
“Hey,” he greeted me.
My stomach instantly dropped. He was like a virus I couldn’t get rid of.
I didn’t even respond; after everything he had put me through, he didn’t deserve a second of my time. I just looked away and then stood to walk away from him. I was not going to give him the satisfaction of a response.
“Peyton.” He grabbed my wrist to stop me, and before I understood what was going on, I realized Jax was kissing me. Actually kissing me! My eyes were still open due to shock, but he was eagerly kissing me, I didn’t even have time to register a thought.