She's With The Band

𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎

Hello everyone!

I'm somewhat nervous to release this chapter because I don't know how people will react to it 😭😭.

Anyways I hope you like it, it's pretty long!

Enjoy :)

Aubrey's Point of View:

"Holy shit Nate. Are you actually that fucking stupid?"

Someone's loud and angered voice shouted those seven words from the furthest room down the hall. The voice seemed distressed and sounded, well pissed off. And I'm pretty sure it was Jackson's.

My heart hitched at his words, and I obviously automatically became very worried. I stopped in my tracks, and realized the door was slightly opened and that none of them must've noticed considering their yelling. People in the hall were rushing past me quickly, people with clipboards, people with headphones and pens and pads walking with no sense of direction. Nobody cared that the guys were fighting, it seemed as if they were used to it by now. It felt like they were in their own little world, and I was the only one who seemed to be able to hear them.

"For someone that's so goddamn smart, for you to just go and-" Brendan began as his voice raised with each word.

I braced myself for the stupid decision I planned on making, and looked through the crack of the door. Practically gluing my body to the wall, my stomach pressed up against it, and moving slightly so that I could use one eye to see them inside the room. To others I probably looked incredibly idiotic, but I didn't really care. It's a stressful day, it's the day of the Met Gala.

I heard Nate laugh lightly "You guys are actually unbelievable. You can't just think you can order me around telling me what I can and can't do, so get it through your thick fucking skulls." I heard Nate's voice shout back.

I can't eavesdrop. I shouldn't.

"Did you really miss him that much Nate? And that's why-" Dean's voice questioned.

Nate came into my eye view again as he walked through the room, looking for something. "My god, fuck off Dean!" Nate shouted at Dean who looked just as angry as Nate did. Nate's face was beet red, and he just looked so so so furious.

He ran a hand through his hair before tugging at the roots harshly. "It's so fucking annoying when you say that, I don't miss him I fucking loathe the guy, so that's obviously not why I fucking met with him!" Nate yelled again.

"For someone who as you put it, "loathes" him. You really care a lot as to whether or not if he gets killed." Dean taunted as Nate's jaw clenched.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore." Nate groaned, wiping his hands over his face as he sat down on the couch and leaned back dramatically so that he was slouching with his legs spread.

"You got papped with him Nate." Brendan paused as Nate leaned forwards and rested his elbows on his knees.

"At a restaurant." He paused again.

"Do you realize how bad this looks?" Brendan shouted as the three of them stood around him and looked down at him angrily.

"For the mafia or for the band?" Nate quipped sarcastically.

"It wasn't a friendship thing or anything you all fucking know that." Nate spat back as he stood up and walked out of my eye frame.

"Nate you sound like such a dumbass right now?" Jackson shook his head. "You're smart enough to know who most likely saw the photos of the two of you playing best friends at lunch. He's going to kill you!" Jackson exclaimed as I swallowed the lump in my throat.