The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 14 (Cheryl's POV)

To Canada! Grrrrreat. I just love to run into a crazed crowd of hockey loving, maple syrup slurping, polite-ass cockmuppets crowding around me when I'm in Security Guard Mode.

As you can tell, I'm very pleasant when I have a concussion.

We are halfway through the American Beauty / American Psycho tour, sadly. What's going to happen when its over? Are Hailey and I just gonna go home and act like this never happened? I don't want to lose these guys. They're awesome.

"What's on your mind, Cher?"

I look up to see Hailey intently watching me. It annoys me.

"Stop staring at me, cum guzzler."

She raises her hands in mock surrender. "Whoa, we got a badass over here!"

I hear someone chuckling, and I glance over and see its Joe. Scoffing, I flip him off, turning the volume to my music up even higher.

I look up and see Hailey's mouth moving, but my music is so loud I can't hear her.

"What?" I yell.

She talks again, but I still can't hear her.

"What?!" I yell again.

She rolls her eyes, repeating what she said. I still can't hear her.

"WHAT?!"

"I SAID YOU'RE GOING TO DAMAGE YOUR HEARING AND I DOUBT HAVING A CONCUSSION HELPS ANYTHING, YOU FREAKING SHITSTICK!" Hailey yells, ripping my earphones out of my ears.

I dramatically cover my ears. "Hailey! You're not supposed to yell at me; you're going to damage my hearing and I doubt having a concussion helps anything," I repeat in a mocking tone. She just glares at me and goes back to "inconspicuously" stalking Patrick's Twitter. She thinks nobody knows.

"Someone is on their woman week," Joe sings, smiling sweetly at me. They're testing me. Bloody twats. No matter how much I want to chop their heads off, I'm not going to respond. I'm not giving them that satisfaction. I smile just as sweetly back, making Joe's smug smirk turn into a slightly confused frown. Hah.

Finally they all gave up trying to push me past my breaking point, and I sit there smugly the rest of the ride while everyone disappointedly mopes around because they didn't get what they wanted.

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*Hailey's POV*

"Haileyyyyyyyy?" I feel someone shaking my shoulder slightly, but I ignore them. Sleep is more important.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaailey!"

More shaking. This is starting to get annoying.

I roll over, groaning into my pillow, taking whoever had their arm clamped around my shoulder with me. That was not how I planned that to turn out. Their body lands on my back heavily, all the air rushing out of my body with an oomph.

"Dude," I say, but it comes out muffled because my freaking face is pressed into the pillow. "I know you're a guy because your dick is pressing into my back!"

I was only half joking, but the struggling person on my back jumped off so fast I barely had time to think. I flip around, looking up at the person. Patrick. Shit.

I chuckle nervously, heat rushing to my cheeks.

"Sorry, I was kidding," I stutter out, wanting to bang my head into a table.