Good Girl, Bad Band (Escape The Fate, Falling In Reverse)

Chapter 3 - If You Can't Hang

A/N: Short but dramatic(:

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Scar POV

I looked up and squinted against the dizziness. A guy with brown hair walked towards me.

"Seaman?" I asked.

"Mabbitt?" He mocked. I rolled my eyes and stood up shakily.

"I'm leaving." I said and swayed on my feet slightly.

"Are you drunk?" He asked me incredulously.

I shrugged and stumbled forward. Luckily Seaman had fast reflexes and caught me. I looked up at him with blurry eyes and saw beauty and cuteness residing in his face. I reached up and brought his face to mine and latched my lips to his.

There was nothing there, no spark or fire or happiness.

Just drunken lust.

He backed me up into the chain link fence that was beside the swings and kissed me rougher. His hands held my hips tightly and mine were looped around his neck. He pulled me close to him by my hips. His hands slipped under the hem of my shirt just as a car honked on the other side of the fence, making us break apart.

Ryan looked behind me and nodded to the car.

"Come on. We can continue this some place else." He smirked and pulled me away from the fence. I nodded energetically and grabbed his hand, following him to the black SUV.

He helped me into the back seat and got into the passenger seat. It was too dark to see who the driver was, but I didn't care.

Before the driver started driving I leaned forward and kissed Ryan's neck. "Why are you up there?" I whined drunkenly.

He sighed and exchanged a look with the driver and then moved to the backseat.

"No sex." The driver said in an expressionless tone and started driving.

"Derek. Why would we? He would kill me." Ryan said and then kissed my lips.

"That's what you say now. You are the manwhore of the band." Derek sighed.

I rolled my eyes. He needed to stop distracting Ryan!

I kissed Ryan hungrily and laid down on the leather seats, bringing him down with him. Ryan hovered over me and kissed from my lips to my neck. His hands slipped up my shirt and rubbed circles on my side.

I tugged at his shirt and managed to get it off of him. My hands roamed down his muscled torso and to his belt buckle.

Right before I got it undone the backseat door was opened and someone slipped me out from under Ryan and into their arms. I whined and reached my hand out to Ryan, hoping that my eyes were deceiving me and that I was closer then it appeared. I pouted as I just got farther and farther away from him. He was addicting. No wonder he was a manwhore.

I was taken into an unfamiliar brightly lit house and dropped onto the couch. The guy, who I sorta recognized as Ficarro, walked away from me like I was trash.

Ill teach him who's trash, I jumped up and went to run towards him but was captured and held captive.

"No." Snapped a voice that rang through my head. I turned around and pressed my hand to the persons mouth haphazardly.

"Shush!" I ordered in a kids voice and then smiled a grin and giggled. My head laid on the persons shoulder and I giggled more. This person smelled really good, I giggled more.

"Get her up to a guest room and let her sleep off the alcohol she clearly drank." The guy said and lightly pushed me into someone.

"C'mon Scar." A British accented voice said and the brit helped me up the stairs.