INFORMATION:
Name: Claire Matheson
Age: 21 Hair: Long, brown, straight, scene
Eyes: Brown Body Type: Slender/In shape
Style: "scene"/"rocker"
Backstory: Born in Chicago. Both of her parents are in prison for drugs, among other things, and she grew up in multiple foster homes. Now, she's the guitar player for Asking Alexandria and dating the lead singer, Danny Worsnop. Will their pasts and presents collide to make tragedy for them, or can they move past it all and make it work?
CHAPTER 1:
The air was hot and humid; we were in Florida. Asking Alexandria were on tour; I was the guitar player, up there beside Ben. There was a huge crown and we all had sweat pouring from us, but it was totally worth it. We all loved what we did.
We finished our set and headed backstage, Danny wrapping me in an embrace and kissing me. I tasted alcohol on his breath and pushed him away. He had promised me that he was done drinking.
"Is something wrong?" Danny asked me.
"You promised me no more drinking," I replied firmly.
Danny sighed. "Can we talk about this after the signing?"
"No, I want to talk about it now."
"What do you want from me? So, what? I had a drink."
"That's not the point," I replied.
"Guys, I'm sorry, but we have a lot of fans out there," Ben said, his sweaty, curly hair hanging over his eyes. Danny walked away without another word. Ben looked at me apologetically. I shrugged. It wasn't his fault Danny was being an ass.
The fans were all just as sweaty as we were. I'm sure they were all just as exhausted, but everyone was still drunk on adrenalinehe thought"
"But it's a lost cause? But Danny doesn't need my help?" Claire replied snidely, cutting me off.
"That's not what I was going to say," I replied quietly.
Claire moved aside and I went inside her room. "I'm sorry, Ben," she said. "None of this is your fault." Claire leaned against the wall near the door. "I'm just so sick of trying to help someone who doesn't want it."
"So stop trying," I told her. "Danny isn't going to do anything he doesn't want to. You know it, and I know it." By this time, I realized that I had unintentionally moved closer to Claire. We were inches apart, but I didn't move. She was my best friends girlfriend. So why was I leaning in to kiss her? And why wasn't she resisting my lips on hers?