I walked back into the tourbus, fairly tired from the walk. I barely stepped into the bus before Ashton asked me to take Jasmine outside to play with her new chalk.
I held back the urge to roll my eyes and just nodded. The small girl came running over to me with the box of new Crayola chalk dangling from her tiny hands. I forced a smile, moving out of the way for her to run out the door.
"Careful with my baby," The bitch called from behind me. I didn't bother to turn around, afraid that I'd be too tempted to grab a piece of her daughters chalk and shove it up her ass.
I walked out the door letting it slam shut behind me. Jasmine was on the other side of the bus, sitting and drawing away.
"What are you drawing?" I asked sweetly, because after all, I was talking to a three year old.
She looked up at me angrily. "Shh stupid, I'm conwentwating." (Concentrating in baby language)
"Stupid's not a very nice word," I muttered, sitting down on the ground.
"I want lemonade!" Jasmine whined.
You mean, I get to get away from you...sure I'll get you some lemonade you little brat...
I rolled my eyes, standing up. "Stay right there and I'll get you your drink."
She nodded and continued to scribble on the cement. I walked around the bus and up the stairs.
"Where's Jasmine?" Casey immediately questioned.
"I dunno, pretty sure she fell off the cliff. I came in to see if someone would check for me, I don't want to take the chance of falling too." I smirked, continuing my way through the bus.
"Excuse me?" Ashton snapped, "I don't find that funny at all."
I rolled my eyes.
Casey started, "What if that actually happened to my baby you-" Are you really going to call me a name in front of everyone or am I not lucky enough for them to see how much of an ass you are, "Should think next time."
Dammit. Nice save, ass.
I grabbed a sippy-cup from the cupboards and filled it with lemonade, then walked back outside while Casey yelled; "My kid better still be out there, Bella."
I practically died when she said my name.
Ew.
I walked over to Jasmine and set the cup next to her. She looked over at it, then up at me.
"What's this?" She asked, scrunching up her face.
"Um, you're drink?..."
"This isn't my cup! This is Michael's, my cup is pink!" Jasmine sassed, picking up the cup and whipping it at my face. I closed my eyes, not covering my face in time.
"Ugh," I groaned, running underneath my eyes where the cup had hit me. "This is all you're getting, hun. Drink it, it will taste the same no matter what color the cup is."
She shook her head, jumping to her feet and walking over to me. She stomped on my foot, turning on her heels and running straight through the parking lot.
"Hey brat! Get back here," I groaned, chasing after he. A car jerked to a stop as she ran right in front of it, I mouthed an apology to the angered driver and ran by in attempt to catch up with the child.
"Loose something?" A lady asked, pointing to a car.
"No, I didn't loose a car." I said slowly. She shook her head, that's when I saw the lock of strawberry blonde hair sticking out from behind the truck. I groaned, jogging over to the girl and scooping her up.
