"I'M NOT SOMETHING TO BE PASSED BACK AND FORTH." she screamed at me with hurt shining in her hazelnut eyes. Anger and sadness,wondering how I could have orchestrated this madness. How could I have been the one in charge of such deceit? "How could yo...
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Aya POV
I hated this fucking van. Crammed inside with five people, sweaty and smelling like they hadn't showered for a week, despite only being on the road for three days. Only two windows rolled down in the front as people screamed conversation over the wind instead of just lowering the music that was fading in and out over the broken radio.
"We need to pull over, I'm going to puke." A groan from the front and cries about not throwing up on the instruments were heard instead of anyone asking if I was okay at all.. The front driver's side door opened and soon the back door as I was falling over equipment as I climbed out the back trying to make it far enough away that I could puke in peace.
My mouth is hot, filled with warm saliva as I spit in the grass on the side of the highway, cars whizzing by as I choke on my throw up that wasn't going to stop even though I wasn't moving anymore.. Finally it spilled out as I clutched my stomach, that was empty thanks to food not being in the budget
I should have never agreed to go on this stupid tour but when Izzy offered me my school money and Jay had looked at me with such a stupid expression I had to do it. But the strange thing is Izzy hadn't asked me to do anything. I had seen him outside smoking, head nodding as communication and eyes following me around behind dark sunglasses were the most that he had given me..
Maybe he wasn't going to pay me after all and I could just leave this tour and go home. But could I stand the shame of heading home with my tail between my legs, a failure?
Fuck.
"Can you maybe...hurry it up?" Jay called from the passenger's seat as I bent deeper into the ditch to throw up again at the reminder that I wasn't alone. . It was like when he spoke I could smell the sweat clinging to his t-shirt, mixed with the stench of warm beer and that just made me puke harder, afraid that the blood vessels in my eyes were going to pop from the labored gagging. There was absolutely no way that I could get back into the van.
"Just go. Leave me here." There was no way that I could get back into the van with the stench of them like a blanket knitted in the pits of hell. I would die before making it to the next venue if I had to be around all those assholes who had invested in cool clothes to wear on stage but not a stick of deodorant.
A big bus was pulling up behind us and I was mortified as I watched the doors open and Izzy looked at me, bent over a ditch, wiping at my mouth as I finally finished puking. He didn't even look at the van that my boyfriend and their opening act was in. His eyes were on me and he was staring me down.
"Are you okay, Aya?" The way he said my name made my weak stomach cramp up. It wasn't like a name from his lips but something more, like he was whispering a secret and he only wanted me to hear it.
But Izzy suddenly showing up put Jay on edge. He was getting out of the van and heading over to where I was trying to crawl out of my puke ditch. Seeming to show interest in me for the first time since we had stopped. But I could smell his hair, greasy like fast food french friends cooked in oil that hasn't been changed in a month, and I was covering my mouth, dreading the van.
