Don't Forget About Me (Lovely Sequel)

Chapter Eight - Alena's P.O.V

Sure, it was hard to watch Tyler on stage singing songs that he had originally written and sang to me years ago, but standing next to Jenna in the crowd at seeing her sing along with a smile on her face, the whole time having no understanding of the origin of them. The Run and Go, Holding On To You, it was impossible to hear them without remembering the days in bed with him or watching him play the piano in the basement. And here I stood with his new girlfriend who doesn't even know the truth about Tyler and I's history.

It is also very hard to enjoy yourself on the tour bus when the two of them will not stop basically shoving their relationship in your face. Of course, Jenna has no idea. I can't be mad at her. But Tyler was probably just having a sweet old time sitting on that couch and tickling Jenna's hips while she sat on his lap. I bet he was having a hell of a good time showing me that, "I'm not the only one who's moved on and is now in a happy relationship." And I am in a happy relationship. Things are just, really complicated right now, I guess you could say.

"If you'll excuse me," I turned to face Josh, who was sitting on the opposite side of the table from me, scrolling through Instagram, "I'm going to go make a phone call." He just nodded, didn't really make any comment about it, so I stood up, walking straight past Jenna and Tyler on the couch and right outside of the bus, closing the door after I'd reached the ground.

Three beeps and a, "Hello beautiful, how's New York?" and I had a smile on my face again. Hearing Derrick's voice again felt like he had just lifted all of the weight off of my shoulders and my heart felt lighter. I wished that I could've just gone home and lied in bed with him. But there was still the rest of this week to get through.

"It's beautiful, day one of touring has been fun." With the exception of the total awkwardness between Tyler and I, yeah, a total blast.

"That's fantastic, I'm glad you're having fun." He sounded tired. I knew it was late; the show finished a little less than an hour ago. Suddenly, I couldn't help but feel guilty for calling him.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called, I know it's really late and you have work in the morning,-"

"No, no, Alena don't be sorry. I don't care what time it is, I'm just happy to hear from you. I missed having you around today."

"You sure you're going to make it through the week?" I lightly laughed.

"I'll try my best. How's everything with the guys? Is Tyler still being, um, how do I word this,"

"An asshole?" I finished his sentence, and although we both knew we were being serious about it, he tried to laugh and make it seem like a joke.

"A, yeah, that's it."

"I didn't think that you noticed on the night of our show, you were being really nice to him the whole time, which I really appreciate by the way, but I just figured that you were oblivious to the fact that he was trying to kill you with his glare."

"Oh no it was very very obvious, but he's never really given me a real reason to be rude to him; I just met the guy for christ's sake, so why not be polite? But he just wasn't having it I suppose..."

"Yeah nothing has really changed since then," I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't exactly see from over the phone. "Things have still been really awkward and now his girlfriend is here and she's going to be here from now on too, so I'll be with her for the rest of the week."

"How's she?"

I sighed, hating to admit it, "She's incredible. She's super kind and funny and just loves meeting people and her happiness is so infectious but I still can't stand being around her."