Industry || Pete Wentz

Chapter 5

I was sat in hair and make up getting ready for the show, costume had already picked me out an outfit. It was just these black, baggy ripped jeans and a Joy Division tank top. I was wearing these black and white hi tops. They curled my bleached hair and attacked my face in make up. I had winged eye liner and vibrant red lipstick on.

"Are you ready to go on stage?" Some random lady says with a headset on.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I shrug before being shoved on stage with my bass, I could hear the crowd from my seat in hair and make up but as I walker further through backstage the screams get louder. They were chanting our name, it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I stood in the wings with the rest of Army Of The Doubt behind me, I grinned before running on stage.

"Los Angeles! Are you ready tonight?" I shout into the microphone, this causes a shit ton of screams.

"Well tonight I'm going to start with a cover?" I say to our amazing crowd, it's amazing how fast the tickets sold out on such short notice.

"How about Sk8r Boi by Avril Lavigne?" I smile before we all just go into song. There wasn't much bass to this song so I just leave it hanging off my shoulders.

"He was boy, she was girl. Can I make it anymore obvious?"

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That was one of the best shows we have ever done, the crowd was amazing and they literally screamed our songs back at us.

The last band to play was Fall Out Boy and they were just finishing up now I could hear Saturday playing. I was just about to take off all my make up but then a roadie started dragging me towards stage.

"What are you doing?"

"Pete Wentz said you agreed to do the last song with them." He shrugs whilst pushing me towards the wings.

"And now welcome the amazing Violet Hayford from Army Of The Doubt to sing I'm Like A Lawyer with us!" Pete grins whilst staring right at me with that stupid smirk, I help up my middle finger before being pushed right on stage that I stumble slightly.

"I'll get you back." I whisper to him away from the microphone.

"Are you fucking ready LA?" I shout into the microphone.

"Last years wishes are this years apologies." Patrick and I sing the almost perfectly as we harmonize, I must say we sing pretty well together.

"Thanks Los Angeles, this has been Fall Out Boy and I'm Violet!" I shout before skipping off stage whilst the lights dimmed.

"I'll fucking kill you Wentz!"I shout as he gets off stage.

"You killed it Vi!" He grins, ruffling my hair.

"I'm going to get you back and I'll come back hard." I snarl.

Violet 1 - Pete 1.

"I don't know if you can top mine Vi, I mean I didn't think you were going to know the words you must be a secret Fall Out Boy fan." He grins whilst handing his bass over to the roadie.

"Do you want me to give you another." I gesture to his jeans with a smirk on my face.

"Maybe if you sorted it out." He chuckles.

"As if, I wouldn't do anything to benefit you if you were the last guy on Earth." I spit.

"Haha that's funny kid, I think you forget that I'm five years older than you." He chuckles before going into his dressing room, I follow him in.

"Yet I'm more mature than you." My phone beeps in my pocket signalling that I was mentioned in an article.

What did Violet Hayford say to Pete Wentz tonight on stage?

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"For fucks sake!" I groan.

"What?" Pete's eyebrow raises.

"What's it to you?" I snap.

"Just fucking tell me what's wrong Violet."

I shove my phone in Pete's face, his eyes skim over the words at speed.

"Ha! Why are you so bothered? It's not like you whispered sweet nothings." He wipes off his eye liner with a wipe.

"You do realise they won't leave us alone now, every time they think I'm with someone they harass me until I either deny it or confirm it!"

"Then just deny it." He shrugs, he think it's easy when it's not.

"The fans will never let it go. You do realise around 3,000+hate tweets are about to be shot at you, because the thought of me not being with Harley disgusts our fans!" I go on with myself, I get really stressed out over the press.

"You're beginning to sound like you care if I do." He smirks.

"As if Wentz, I just care that the press is on my back." 

"Well, management contacted me and they said if we don't get along they'd punish us so sucks to be you." He sing songs as he scrolls though is phone.

"What's the worst they could?"

"Do you want me to read out the text?" Pete asks.

"Knock yourself out."

"Pete, it's come to our attention that you and Violet Hayford have taken a quick disliking to each other. We only advise you that you attempt to get along or a punishment would be in order, for example the one we would plan to give is that you two are to date for publicity. No exceptions. We hope you take this into account." Pete proves this by handing me his phone where I skim over the text.

I just snort out loud, as if I would ever go out with Pete, he's more immature than my thirteen year old cousin.

"You can dream Pete, but you can't have." I snigger which causes him to laugh to. I think this is the friendliest I have ever been with Pete. It disgusts me.

"See! We can be friends if we try!" I hesitate, Andy was an exception, but Pete. No not Pete. Pete and I had so much in common but this hate bubbles in the pit of my stomach. He just reminds me of he who shall not be named, and it scares me. I don't want a repeat of that guy, that whole relationship was doomed from the start, and I was too blinded by love to even notice.

"No."

"No?"

"No." I didn't want a friendship, it will always end up in someone leaving, friendships don't last forever.

"Violet, don't be like that." Marty comes up behind me and puts his hand on my shoulder. Did he listen to the whole conversation?

"Of course you guys are friends! Isn't that right Violet?" He glances outside the door where management were surveying the venue. They pointed right at us, then holding their thumbs up.

Pete smirks before turning to me.

"So Violet? We should go out tomorrow just me and you!" Pete says loud enough for management to hear, they look right at me with their eyes narrowed.

"Uh yeah sure Pete! I'd love to!" I smile before pulling him into a hug, I dig my fingernails into his back which causes him to gasp.

Violet 1- Pete 2

I was so getting him back.

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