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I couldn't believe it. This must've been all a joke because he would never do something like that. It wasn't like him, he was so different before he left for tour. I mean, what did I ever do to him. It's not like we have something going on between us.
I laughed to myself as I tried to keep my temper controlled. I know fighting random girls was bad and yelling at someone I know was bad but this time I had a reason.

"I'm sorry if the slut that sat on your little fucking lap didn't know, but I am not just a nobody or a little fan that you think you can just whoosh away," I paused, trying to breath as my temper grew shorter as I talked, "I am really, really trying here Tom. I really am but you pulling this shit just really-"

Before I could finish the girl cut me off, "I'm so sorry but can't you see he doesn't know you and doesn't wanna talk to you?" she made a mimicking sad face at me.

Right there I had lost it. I just wanted to tear that ugly, dirty, fucking hair out of her head and leave her bald.
I laughed, covering up the flames that lit up in my head and thoughts. The words that just came from my mouth just sounded like gibberish for how mad I was.

"No," I gave her the same sad face she gave me, her looking away like she's been embarrassed. I started to slowly poor my anger as it built up.

Tom looked back at me, this time at me but never in my eyes. "Why don't you look me in my fucking eyes and tell me you don't know who I am!" I leaned down, yelling loudly so the whole room and the people in it could hear me.

I felt eyes stare at me, at my back.

"What's going on?" I heard Bill ask as he walked up behind me, his footsteps getting louder as he walked closer.

"I don't know, maybe go ask your brother." I grabbed my bag and left out the door without saying another word, leaving the guys in the room confused and speechless on why I had left so quick.

My brother tried running after me to make me come back but I didn't budge.

"No! I'm not going back," I turned around after I was sick of the begging from my brother, "Please come back, Dan. Maybe you guys can talk about it!" He tried convincing me but it didn't work.

"You're overreacting, come on Dan!" He yelled as I kept walking away.

Overreacting?

"What do you mean I'm overreacting? I literally come back, practically blew all my money on these fucking tickets just to come to find out Tom doesn't care to remember that he knows me for some stupid ass chick he'll just bang and leave?" My breathing got heavier, I walked up closer to Dakota, "I am so sick of experiencing this over and over for no reason, why? Why Dakota, why do I experience this! I may be overreacting but this is my fucking breaking point of putting up with experiencing this shit."