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Chapter 12.

I had everything and nothing to worry about. Bills were starting to pile. My old job was sucky and barley any good pay at all. But it kept me going. But, now with no job, no college, no actual education or real job experience, and especially no money, I was screwed. It was Sunday, the last day I would see all of my best friends until another five months or more. Devastating, miserable me would have nothing. Tour wasn't an option for me because I have no reason to be there but to escape on the road with a band and leave my problems behind;

that's until I come back to even more bills, even less money, and absolutely zero job experience.

The only hope I had was my dad. He was bathing in money. He owned his own company in New York City and lived with his wife in a huge flat in a beautiful high class building. My dad was loving, caring and understood. The only thing he won't understand his how I'm doing. The last time he saw me I was his perfect set up little princess. Set for college and had a new flat. I'm now completely none of that. If maybe I could explain and slowly slip the question of money into the conversation then maybe he might help me. He loves me. But I'm scared he'll hate me, won't understand. Tell me off and relate me to my moms mirror image. It would feel like being stabbed. I had to see him in person but I was so poor at the moment that I couldn't afford a flight there. I didn't know what to do at this point.

Tonight I am seeing the boys' concert. It's my Last night with them so I hope I enjoy myself. I don't want to worry about what's going to happen after they leave. Just tonight. I hadn't seen the boys' preform in what felt like a light year. So I was excited. I was iffy about seeing Megan. I really didn't forgive her but I didn't expect her to be so fond of me either. I guess at this point were even.

My whole day so far was filled with stress, tugging at the roots of my hair, rubbing my temples, chugging a can of beer. All because of money. Why didn't I just go to college? What the fuck did I think in my mind, would happen when I dropped out? I wasn't thinking at all. I was just doing. I tried to search every corner and crack for any sort of money or in draws and pockets for credit cards that possible have enough for a plane ticket.

I was running out of ideas, the best I had was 70 bucks, but basing off that I didn't have a single thing to eat in my house, a run to a corner CVS store will do for a stock up.

Groaning as I slammed my car door shut and shoving my hands into my pockets as I walked into the store, that was barley filled. I searched aisle to aisle for any cheap food that wasn't a snack. There wasn't much. I stopped when someone dropped there soda bottle, it rolled in front of my feet. I bent down and picked it up, I turned around to hand it to the man that dropped it. I was greeted with blue hair. That shiny dangling septum piercing evident in his nose as I gulped. Starting to back up a bit and tremble. He smirked.

"Hey, Princess." He smiled. The pet name making me scoff.

"Thanks for being so generous and picking up my bottle for me." I watched him run a hand through his hair. I crossed my arms.

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

"Is that bad? Your a princess." He said again as a smirk carved onto his lips. "And a gorgeous one at that." I wanted to walk away but I was to scared too. He noticed my fearfulness.

"What are you scared of?" He chuckled. I shivered. He opened his denim jacket and tried to pull something out. I took a huge step back scared for my life. He chuckled again taking his hands away from his jacket. I expected a gun or knife. But nothing. "Princess, you don't need to fear me. I'm safe."

"My names Jaylan, but people call me Jayla or Jay." I said cockily.

"Aiden." He smiled referring to his name. I just looked away. I heard him laugh and walk off. That was it? Just annoy me and walk off? Bastard.