Billionaire Quadruplet Alphas

Sunday 20th September, 2020 (Continued)

Star’s POV

Shortly after the Quads left, I turned my closet inside out looking for something sparkly to wear for Eli. I found a dress Toby had given me as a Christmas present last year. I had never worn it. It was a blush coloured dress that sparkled with multicoloured glitter all over it. It was rather short but it flared out at the waist and had a sweet-heart neckline and long loose sleeves that were tapered at the wrists. I put it on and admired how it shimmered with every movement. I had never worn it because of how short it was. I just couldn’t bend in it, that’s all, I told myself. I had just finished fixing my hair and makeup when there was a knock on my broken door.

“Um, who is it?” I asked.

“Ready for your close-up, Movie Star?” Said a familiar voice.

Harper!

“Come in!” I said.

Harper pushed the door open and caught it before it fell flat. He chuckled. He didn’t seem the least bit surprised by the door. Did he know what had happened?

“Jonah has quite the temper, doesn’t he?” Chuckled Harper.

“You know about what happened?!” I squealed.

Harper pulled me into a tight hug. He massaged my back soothingly. He kissed my forehead gently and smoothed my curls.

“Jonah told me,” he murmured.

What?!

“What?! Why?! When?! How?!” I blurted out, sounding like a broken record.

Harper chuckled. He answered every question in order. “Yes, he told me the whole story. Because he wanted me to come get you and take you safely to the show. He told me fifteen minutes ago. It was over mind-link.”

I was shocked.

“Ready?! You look the part, Movie Star,” said Harper.

“Yes, ready,” I said. Harper always had this calming effect on me like I’d known him before I even met him as though I knew I was safe with him.

He extended his arm to me and we walked down to the massive theatre at the Academy together. Harper was in all black as usual, a black silk shirt with black trousers. I caught many girls admiring him as we walked past them. My heart almost skipped a beat when I spotted the Quads making their way to the front row to sit near the Principal. Jonah had changed his shirt. Angelique was with them. I wondered if my smell lingered on the younger three. They turned around at the precise moment Harper and I reached them. I tried to steer Harper away from them but as always he did not seem afraid of them.

Zaya stiffened. Eli smirked at my glittery blush-coloured dress, knowing it was for him. I looked down habitually as my cheeks reddened. Eli continued to stare at me with bright eyes. Jonah’s body became more rigid but he did not look my way. Noah looked right at me. He smiled slightly. Angelique looked me up and down as if I’d grown a second head. She was sneering at my dress. She was wearing a red velvet dress that accentuated her cleavage and her h**s.

“Angelique,” said Harper smoothly.

“Hey Harper!” Said Angie, smiling more genuinely at him.

“Jonah, Noah, Elijah, Isaiah,” said Harper rather formally.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Zaya nodded and took a deep breath. Eli grimaced. Noah forced a smile.

“Harper, Hannah,” said Jonah stiffly, smiling at us without meeting our eyes.

At least two dozen girls from Harper’s fan club at school were squealing and swooning nearby. His band actually seemed to have groupies. I spotted pictures of him and the other bandmates in their hands. They were waiting for autographs.

“What song will you be performing today, Harper?” Asked Jonah.

“My band, Pariah, will perform the fan favourite, Fated,” said Harper.

The fans overheard this and a few of them screamed and jumped up and down. Others did little celebratory dances. I grinned at them. I wasn’t jealous. Harper deserved those fans. He was truly talented.

“I haven’t heard it,” said Zaya offhandedly.

“You’ll hear it soon,” said Harper with a grin. “I can’t wait to finally introduce the band to my girl, Movie Star,” purred Harper.

I blushed.

Zaya looked livid.

“You’re just doing one song! A big school talent like you,” said Eli.

Harper laughed his silky laugh. “No of course not, we’re doing three as a band and then I’m gonna sing one song solo accompanying myself on acoustic guitar. That one is intimate, personal, from me to my Movie Star.”

Eli was gripping the arms of his chair with a rather intense amount of force.

“Do you ever sing to Angie, Jonah?” Asked Harper.

I raised my eyebrows.

“We’re not so showy. We’re more low-key,” said Jonah.

“Sure,” said Harper dismissively.

Chet came over with Jillian. Jillian squealed and launched herself at me. We hugged. She had slept over at Chet’s mansion while I had been with Noah and then Zaya and Eli and then Jonah who broke up the party.

“Harper!” Said Chet. “Good luck! Break a leg!”

“Break both,” muttered Zaya.

Harper chuckled.

“You’re gonna be amazing! I love Pariah!” Said Jillian enthusiastically. Chet frowned.

“Hannah, what’s your favourite Pariah song?” Asked Noah, expecting me to not know any of them.

“Luna,” I said, the song not me.

Noah frowned.

“That song is amazing! But I like Fated better,” said Jillian.

“How do you guys know these songs?” Muttered Zaya incredulously.

“You don’t like music, Zaya?” Asked Harper.

“I’m very particular about my music!” Said Zaya.

“So is Movie Star,” said Harper, kissing my forehead and pulling me close to his side. “She made sure I had my song for her just right.” Harper nuzzled me.

Zaya looked like he was going to shift or faint. I wasn’t sure which.

The head girl, Madison Fong, got on stage. “Please take your seats, everyone. Five minutes till the start of the show!” She said.

I liked her a bit now for not busting me last night during my sleepover. I was sure she had heard or smelled what was going on during her patrol. I also respected her for not being afraid of Miss Hitch, our scary Vice Principal.

Harper led me backstage.

“Excited to meet the guys?” He asked.

“Yeah!” I said. I really was.

Some of the other performers were nervously practicing or anxiously staring in their mirrors, adjusting their outfits and costumes. He walked me over to a group of extremely calm guys.

“This is Chester,” said Harper as he clapped a guy on the back.

Chester was tall, lean and pale with long auburn hair literally down to his back. He had one blue eye and one brown one. I stared at him until I realised how rude I was being and looked away. Chester grinned. He was strikingly handsome but in a very unusual sort of way.

“He’s our drummer,” said Harper.

“What’s up, Leading Lady?!” Said Chester. He had a sleepy way of speaking, like he was groggy and had just woken up. His long hair was lustrous and thick but tousled as though he had in fact just rolled out of bed. Even his ripped jeans and Tee shirt were crinkled but he smelled nice, sort of spicy, so I knew he had probably gotten ready. Grunge was just his preference.

“Nice to meet you,” I said excitedly shaking Chester’s hand. Instead of shaking my hand he pulled on it spinning me around. The other band members cheered. I giggled.

“This is River,” said Harper, nodding in the direction of a wavy-haired blonde guy. He had green eyes that reminded me of the Quads. He had high-cheekbones and a dimple on only one side.

“Come through, Movie Star!” He said with a grin.

They were being so nice to me. Did they know I was only a fake girlfriend? These guys were very popular at the Academy though somewhat unfamiliar as they rarely attended class. I was used to popular rich kids being so mean but they seemed genuinely thrilled to meet me.

“Hi!” I said shyly to River with a wave. He beamed.

“You play bass guitar right?” I said, trying to make conversation.

Harper had told me a little about each of them on the way here because I told him I was nervous to meet the band.

“Guilty,” said River with a wink.

“And this is Brink!” Said Harper.

I almost fell over. My safe word.

Brink was the tallest guy in the band, probably six and a half feet tall with medium brown skin, hazel eyes and long dreadlocks. He was incredibly buff. He suited his name.

“Is your name really Brink?” I asked softly.

Brink laughed and so did the others.

“His name is Clarence,” said sleepy Chester.

“Clarence Williams the third,” added River.

“Shut up, Sleepy and Drippy,” said Brink laughing but rolling his eyes.

His friends cracked up even more.

“Please call me Brink, Star!” Insisted Brink.

I wasn’t about to say no to him. He was built like an alpha.

I nodded eagerly.

“I don’t really see you guys around much. I wish we had some classes together,” I said.

They all roared with laughter.

“Movie Star, we have like every class together!” Said Harper.

“What?” I said, shocked. “So you go to…none of them?”

They were almost in tears.

“Our parents paid off the principal. We have perfect attendance!” Said River.

Chester nudged him. “Don’t admit to that!”

“Who cares?” Said Brink pulling out his lighter to light a cigarette for a cheerleader nearby.

I heard that high-pitched nasal voice that I recognised so well.

“Moon! You’re performing?! Backstage is only for performers,” Angie said as she strutted over, holding her cheerleader uniform on her way to change.

“Are you on the security team? That’s a weird uniform your patrol squad has,” said Brink, looking at Angie’s cheerleader uniform.

The cheerleader Brink had lit the cigarette for laughed and so did a few others. Angie smiled faintly. She forced a laugh.

“Movie Star is my Muse!” Said Harper theatrically. Several cheerleaders swooned at this. “She is part of the Band!” Explained Harper. “She inspires me by her very existence. Her life is her performance as a Muse.”

His bandmates nodded as if that were the most profound thing ever said. I heard a cheerleader whisper, “Wow.” They were in awe of him. Angie was pissed but trying to hide it rather than seem uncool even for a second.

“Of course,” said Angie. “A-Muse-ing.” Angie laughed.

The bandmates were quiet.

“Humour is not your thing, Babe,” said Chester, leaning back in his chair.

Everyone laughed even the cheerleaders though Angie was their captain. She glared at them and they quickly stopped.

“I need to go change,” said Angie with a fake smile.

“Safety first,” said Chester.

A cheerleader snickered but quickly shut up when Angie fixed her with a murderous stare. The cheerleaders left. The last one to leave was the one with the cigarette. She glanced over her shoulder at Brink, winking at him. He smirked at her.

“Is that your mate?” I asked, curious about the two of them.

The bandmates roared with laughter.