Bandmate ||Ricky Garcia||

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Ricky's POV

''Emery don't be mad look at the bright side our name got mentioned on Tv. Everything is under control.'' I tried to explain to him.

We just came back from a two hour long practice, I'm not in the mood to deal with Emery's overreaction on a stupid news report. And to top it of I have some homework I have to finish up.

These reporters have nothing to do with their lives if they think they find my breakup news worthy.

''You have everything under control,'' he said in a sarcastic tone. ''I'm going to give you a piece of advice. Stop dating every skirt that passes you by and take what you have more serious.''

''Emery, stop getting so mad at me. If it comforts you I checked the comments and none of them say that. This will be over in a few days.'' I rarely check the comments, but hopefully this will hush his temper. Suddenly, the door creaked opened revealing Jon's perky face.

He walked in closing shut my hotel door behind him. He jumped on my bed sitting next to me, ''Yeah guys,'' he looked at me then at Emery. ''What happened?''

''Nothing, really, just Emery here telling me to stop dating.'' I break the silence. Telling Jon what Emery really wanted to say.

''What?'' Jon's face twisted with confusion and turned to face Emery who had his mouth wide open.

''Ricky you know I didn't say that. Jon what I did do was advised him that he should take his relationships more serious. '' his brown eyes were looking straight at me.

I was getting really aggravated by him telling me how to live me life. I worked hard to gain what I have, so that gives me the right to do whatever I want with my life, especially my personal life.

I felt Jon's hand on my shoulder distracting me from Emery's stare. ''Emery has a point. How many girlfriends have you had this year, four?''

''It's actually six now.'' I proudly responded. Everyone might think it's wrong, but the only opinion that matters is mine.

''Six?! You need to slow down. Stop playing.'' and with Jon's comment I was done listing to their opinion. I'm not going to sit here and listen to them.

''You guys to should leave, we don't want to be late for the concert.'' I walked up the door opening it wide enough to let them out. And leave me alone.

Emery walked slowly up to me and said, '' Fine we'll leave you alone, Ricardo.''

I grasped him by the collar pushing him to the door. He might look bigger than me, but I'm definitely stronger. ''Don't ever fucking call me that again!'' I yelled not parting my teeth. Hearing that name irritates the hell out of me, and he knows it. Not even my mom calls me that because she knows what goes through my head, and how it affects me.

He pushed me by the chest making me to loosen my grip. Emery gives me one last glance before walking away leaving my room. Jon walked up to me, ''Ricky, he's just-''

''Get out Jon, please.'' I clenched my teeth not bothering to look up at him. I didn't want to burst in front of him, not again.

He patted my back before leaving me alone. I slammed my door shut making the ground shake.

I inhale and exhale rapidly trying to calm myself down. I punch the bed letting all the anger that name produced. I want to scream at the top of my lungs, but I can't let others hear what I'm feeling.

I pace back and forth when I decide to take a shower to relax and hopefully loosen my tense muscles. I need to find a way for that name to not affect me, I just need to.