Super special chapter because she's been down in the dumps. ~
"Fucking bitch!" Sam growled the last line.
We all burst into giggles. Yes, giggles. The crowd erupted into screams and cheers.
I think it's the funniest thing how some of the whores from high school are standing up front with fake ass smiles. They claim to know us and have once been our best friends. When in all reality, that last line was directed straight at them.
Someone handed me a towel and a bottle of water. I took it, and headed towards my dressing room.
There was a single rose taped to the front of my door. Fans do this often, but not many get back here to my dressing room. Maybe one of the girls did it. They know I've been down in the dumps since I left Jay in Canada.
I pulled it off and read the note.
Ohmygod I love you. You're fucking amazing.
-ana
No matter how many times this happens, I can't help but smile each time. I'm not even sure how they get back here. Not many do.
My manager warns me about crazy fans that'd like to take our places. But like any amateur, I brushed it off.
Not in any hurry, I changed clothes and went out for a drink. Yeah, I'm underage. But I have my ways. This wouldn't be the first time I've used a fake ID.
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"How long you back in town for girl?" An old friend said, sliding me a shot glass.
"Just about a week. We have a few shows." I downed the brown liquid fire and slammed the empty glass back on the table.
I'm not sure what he gave me but damn it was strong.
"Seth! Long time no see pal." Sam said, sitting on a bar stool next to me.
He nodded and smiled softly.
"How'd you find me?" I asked her. I'm willing to bet she's had a tracker implanted in my skull.
"I have my ways." He said.
Seth slid some colorful drink in front of her and started some random conversation. She likes those fruity drinks. I prefer straight alcohol.
I was on my fifth shot when someone tapped me on the shoulder. Expecting fans or family, I turned around.
"Andrew!" I shouted, throwing my arms around the tall boy.
"It's been a while." He said, laughing.
God, while? It's been about three years. He used to be my best friend. My friends would always say me and him should've dated. Andrew and Jay were both my 'suitors' according to Ren.
"Andrew man. Nice to see you." Sam said, holding up her glass.
He waved, and took a seat on the other side of me.
"How's it been?" He asked.
"Same old. What about you?"
"You know. Just finished my first year of college."
We made small talk for god knows how long. Seth kept progressively sending me shot after shot. Sam had left ages ago.
Currently, I'm spilling my life story to Andrew. Telling him how much I've missed him and how we got signed. He congratulated me about pretty much everything.
"You wanna know something," I slurred. "You, you're cute."
A blush flooded his cheeks. I knew better than to say that. Jay is all I need. So why am I flirting with Andrew? I found myself not caring.
"Th-thanks." He said.
I placed my hand on his thigh and leaned in to whisper, "I've always found you attractive."
He looked at me with wide eyes. Either he was repulsed or didn't know what to say. I'm going with the latter.
I traced shapes into his pant leg and leaned closer that I should've been. Acting on impulse and running on alcohol, I pressed my lips to his.
He hesitated at first, but began moving with me. I didn't feel sparks. All I felt at the moment was lust and edging regret. The drunken side of me was winning.
"Let's go back to your place." I mumbled against his lips.
He nodded in agreement, and pulled me towards the door.
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