Now I Panic

No Tears...

The club is consisted of lights and drunk people.At the back entrance, Mark and the others start unpacking all the stuff.

Speakers: Check. Guitars: Check. Extra Drumsticks: Check. Mic: Check. Glow in the dark paint?: Uh... check(but i have no idea what they're going to use it for) And special Guitar picks: Check.

The guys set up onstage, while I wait backstage with a couple other bands. They stare at me in amusement.

"Hey look, a groupie!" One of the guys laughs. He walks over, cocky arrogance coming off of him in waves. He's tan, and has black and blonde striped hair and dark blue eyes.

 "Let me guess, you want an autograph, right?" He pats the top of my head, like I'm some little kid.

I don't look up. "Leave me alone."

He feigns shock. "Oh no! That was mean. You have to be punished." He grabs my arm, and I lose it. I jump up, and use his momentum to knock him to the ground. He lands stomach down and I press my knee into his back. I lean down to his ear. "Now if you're smart, you'll leave me alone. Who knows what will happen if you get me any angrier? Now go back over to your little friends."

I lift my knee off his back and he leaps up, angry now. His fist comes up. But before it can move back down, he gets a punch that sends him flying back into his friends. They manage to catch him; just barely.

Liam stands over me, angry as heck. He grabs my arm, and I jerk away from him. "Let me go Liam! I could have taken care of this myself. You're gonna get the band disqualified."

The guy he punched stands up and runs back over, aiming for me. I smile, ducking underneath his punch and slamming my foot into the back of his knee. He drops like a sack of bricks. Liam laughs and we walk over to our corner, just as Mark and the others walk in.

"Whoa. What happened in here?" Mark looks at me, his eyes narrowed. I smile innocently.

"He grabbed me."

Mark pauses, eyeing the guy, then helps him up. "Sorry bro, but you had that coming. Don't mess with her, she's dangerous."

I sit on the edge of the sofa, then notice that the guys have beers in their hands. I swallow nervously. Bryan takes notice of this, as he always does.

"Relax, Kort. We'll drink half now, and half later. Chill."

But now, I can't relax at all. They all sigh in unison and put their beers down.

Mark runs his hands through his hair. "Kort, that was one time. When are you gonna let that go? It's like we're not even allowed to have a good time anymore. Not with you around."

The guys nod in agreement. "You need to loosen up, Kort," Liam says. "You're killing us here. We're twenty three, and can't even drink one beer. Just stop, please."

Their words sting like a slap, but I don't cry. Not in front of them. I refuse to show any weakness. I stand up, getting angry instead.

"Fine. But you're the one who wanted me to come."

Mark doesn't look at me. "Well I'm starting to regret that now."

I'm truly speechless for a second. But then I speak again, almost a whisper.

"Fine. Go ahead and party all you want. Get drunk, and takes some girls home; I don't care."

"That's not what I meant Kort-"

"I don't care. Do it; have all the fun you want." I grab my bag. "Just don't expect me to watch that happen to you again. And I know I wont be letting what happened to me take place again." I stalk out of the room.