She's With The Band

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄

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This chapter is a short one, one more to go after this!

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Aubrey's Point of View:

"Shoot me!" I screamed, burying my heated face in my cold palms while Evie chuckled from the seat across from me. 

I took a sip of my strawberry banana smoothie and then groaned again. Evie took a few bites out of her salad, picking out the raspberries with a fork and smiled lightly. She pointed the fork at me, shook it a few times, and then swallowed the rest of her salad.

"Can't do that," She shook her head. "I don't even have a gun,"

I groaned again, Evie laughed more.

Evie's face scrunched up as she took a sip of her lemonade and swallowed. "I don't even get why you're so bothered by the whole thing anyways." She shook her head as my stomach fell even just thinking at what happened. "I mean like," She started again, covering her mouth while chewing on some more kale. "The whole thing was super cute, and you looked hot as per usual," She shrugged as I leaned back in my chair and stared at the barely eaten salad ahead of me.

I had already eaten some greasy breakfast food to cure the awful hangover I had from the night prior. Now it's currently 2 o'clock in LA, and Evie and I are eating at a local restaurant, sitting outside in the sun. The warm breeze feels nice on my face, but the thought of last night just sends nausea straight to my esophagus.

Let's just say I'm never drinking again.

I stared at the salad with pinched brows and an overheated face. Just the thought of everything makes me want to crawl up into a ball and die. Okay maybe I'm being dramatic, it wasn't even that bad- but it was. Fuck for me that's so bad- but people liked it. But that's not who I am, I hate people hearing me sing- but people everywhere are saying I'm amazing.

But it's not me.

Neither was that PDA which is providing me with nightmares.

Again seeing a video circulating the internet of me making out with my hot rockstar boyfriend should make me happy right? Well wrong. Instead it makes me feel stupid and for some strange ass reason, slutty. 

I don't know, the entire thing just doesn't sit right with me. I don't like the attention, and now once again it just feels like all eyes are on me.

And even though I've gained a lot of confidence this entire year, singing in front of other people, and PDA, are two things I don't rock with. I don't know if I'll ever be cool with them either.

I just shrugged and took another sip of my smoothie, trying to get Evie off the topic because I don't feel like talking about it anymore. 

She leaned over and pinched my arm to which my brows furrowed and I winced. "Ow," I complained, pulling my arm away and releasing the straw from my lips. I began rubbing my arm up and down, looking at Evie with a perplexed expression drawn on my face.

"What?" I complained, looking at her with so much confusion.

"Stop deflecting by drinking your smoothie," She said while motioning to my smoothie. "I don't understand why this is bothering you?" She shook her head, seeming confused.

I rolled my eyes tiredly, but not to be a bitch. I did it in a playful sense, and it made Evie smile softly. "You know I don't like PDA," I told her flatly. "Or singing in front of people."