Industry || Pete Wentz

Chapter 1

"Violet! Violet is it true that you're a crack addict?" A paparazzi shouts towards me. I'm disgusted, where do they get these stories from? All I do is smoke my cigarettes, yet they try to make a story out of everything.

"Is it true you are dating your band mate Harley Kinsley?" They shout at me while I jog to my car, cameras flash in my face as they run after me. I literally can't get any peace at all. I slam my car door shut and turn the ignition. I speed down the streets of LA in my white Range Rover. I love LA, something about it gives me all this adrenaline. It just sucks because it's celebrity central, that means paparazzi base.

I pull up at my big ass house, I didn't want to be one of those rich celebrities with the big houses and the expensive cars but what am I supposed to do with all my money.

"Is anyone home?" I shout out, I live with my band mates and my best friend. Harley Kinsley our amazing rhythm guitarist, then Marty Watson who is our lead guitarist, then his girlfriend who is my best friend Lauri Vega, she is this international pop star, it's weird I know a pop star with a pop punk band but she's cool. Then we have Riley Dennis the best girl drummer in America, seriously our band is kickass. Then there's me, Violet Hayford, lead singer and bass player, I'm pretty average I guess.

"It's just me." Harley shouts from the gaming room, I poke my head in the room.

"Where is everyone?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Recording their parts for the new album and Lauri is at a meeting with her label." Harley was playing on Fifa.

"I've recorded my parts right?" I roll my eyes as shouts at the screen, Fifa 09 was coming out soon, it's all we hear about from Harley and Marty.

"Yeah but they need your vocals for one song they decided to put on the album."

"What song?" I groan, I seriously could not be bothered going in to record my parts. I thought I was done, yet no I have to go back in and do more straining to my vocals.

"Weightless."

"I'll do it tomorrow." I sigh, a loud beeping cuts me off from saying anymore. I pull my phone from my back pocket. I always get a notification when my name is mentioned in an article.

Violet Hayford doesn't deny crack rumours nor dating rumours with her bandmate Harley Kinsley.

Read more here at MTV.com

I grown aloud, which causes Harley to pause his game and turn around and roll his eyes at me.

"What is it now diva?"

"You know the dating rumours and the crack rumours. Well yet again they have wrote another story about me."

"Just deny them on twitter or something. That'll shut them up." He sighs before turning around a continuing with his game.

@ViHayford Hey guys, just to clear up, don't believe everything you see on the internet.

I tap tweet and wait for the flood of replies from my fans, they really defend me in these situations but when it comes to their precious Harley being taken away they get vicious.

@HarleyKinsley yeah plz don't believe what you read on the internet guys! it's just rumours. @ViHayford

I glance over to Harley and grin, he always sticks up for me when I get into situations like this with the press.

"I'm going for a smoke, order some Chinese or something I'm starving." I order before sauntering out the room and on to the patio outside. I sit in my usual seat which is cushioned with my ash tray and speakers on the table next to it. I light my cigarette, I have to be careful when I'm stressed, I'll just end up chain smoking my whole pack.

"Hey!" I hear being shouted from inside, I'm guessing it's the guys coming back from the studio, the sliding doors open and Riley steps out on to the patio.

"I thought I'd find you out here." She grins whilst taking one of my cigarettes and lighting it, I inhale more smoke than an old woman who chain smokes all day.

"Read the article I guess?" I raise a brow.

"Who hasn't right? To be honest you and Harley would be cute." She jokes before we both burst into hysterics. It would be so weird if Harley and I were a thing. He's like my brother, we grew up together. Well we all did. Lauri and Marty always had a thing and we were always this big group of friends. Even in high school.

"Hey Vi, we're throwing a party tomorrow? Are you up for it?" Lauri pokes her head out the door, waiting for a reply.

"Sure whatever, as long as I can stay in my room." I shrug then putting out my cigarette by stubbing it in my ash tray. Riley does the same before following me back into the house.

"It's no biggie, just all our friends from the music business are coming. You can come down and say hello if you want." Lauri begins telling me whilst opening our fridge pulling out the bottle of cola pouring us all a glass. I pick up my glass before taking a small sip.

"You know I don't do parties. I just hate the people who come to them." I sigh before downing the drink.

"Did you put vodka in the cola bottle again?" I scrunch my face.

"Just half a bottle." She giggles before sipping his drink, I was always jealous of Lauri. I mean she was beautiful and she had the voice of an angel. My vocal coach used to warn me about smoking cigarettes and that it would ruin my voice, it hasn't done too much damage so far, but on the plus side it gave me the ability to scream.

"For gods sake Lauri! I'm meant to be driving Harley and I to a club later." Riley groans putting her drink down.

"Ooh! Clubbing can I come?" She squeals.

"Yeah sure whatever? What about you Vi?" Riley turns to me.

"No thanks, I'll be here writing songs." I shrug.

"Come on ViVi, ever since he who shall not be named you have been all secluded, you need to get out there again!" Lauri shouts before swinging my arms about, attempting to make me dance.

"No it's fine, I'm half way through a song anway." I force a smile before leaving them to discuss various clubs they can go to. I jog up our stairs to my attic bedroom. It's where I spend all night writing songs, and in fact it is what I did all night while my best friends had the times of their lives.

A/N: I deleted Heal, so I started a new one. There isn't many Pete Wentz fanfics so woo.

-anniexoxo