Victoria stared at you across the van—watching you like a hawk. There were girls all over Damiano, praising him for his recent performance as you sat in between Ethan and Thomas who were doom scrolling away at their phones.

There was some gossip about you being her favorite groupie. Though you were more of a supporter from the back, you were still granted the opportunity to be a groupie of them.

She picked under her nails while watching you intently before speaking. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Something bothering you?” She smirks, the tip of her poking at her cheek.