We all got off our buses and started playing catch. A friendly game of football, not so friendly trash talking. As Brantley passed me the ball I was roughly slammed onto the hard ground. The weight was removed from me, of course it was Chase. I went to stand up, only to scream in agony and fall again. My ankle. Just what I needed!
"CHASE!" B yelled, which closely resembled a growl. "Why. The. Fuck. Did you do that?! I don't know what your problem with her is, but it better stop. Lately all you've done is be a jackass to her. I'm tired of this crap. Act like a grown man."
Justin had already helped me up, and was supporting me as best he could. He helped me onto the bus steps, and gave me some water. My ankle was swelling, and I couldn't get my boots off. Chase and B were still yelling at each other.
"Why are they acting like this? They were friends before---.."
''Before what Say?"
"Before I came into the mix. Chase has a problem with Brantley and I's relationship. He hates me with a passion, and I don't know why. I hate that I am in the way. Maybe me and Brantley just shouldn't be together anymore..."
Justin pushed his shoulder into mine, and chuckled. "That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard. You and B are good together. In life there are people who love you and people who hate you. Spend time thinkin bout the ones who love, and you'll be a hell of a lot better off."
I thanked him and stood up, the pain bearable to walk on. I slipped off to my bunk in the band bus. May be some distance from B is what's best.
6:00 p.m.
I
'm woken up to the drummer shaking NE. Apparently I need to go and see the wardrobe & makeup people, then off to a last-minute sound check.
I make it in to the room for hair and makeup, greeted by a snobby blond with a great body and nasty attitude.
"Uggh! They did you were pretty, but they were clearly wrong. Here, put this on your nasty body, and take your troll ass to makeup."
I didn't see a shirt, so I was going to ask. "Umm where is--"
"Bye!" She rudely yelled at me.
As I'm walkin out Justin is walkin in. Hey Say. What's wrong?"
I glance over my shoulder, aware that she's listening.
"This Bitch" I replied.
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Alright (a Brantley Gilbert love story)
FanfictionA small-town girl from Georgia , Sayre has always felt like she was worthless. While she knew her Aunt Rhonda was a socialist of their town, she didn't know that her Aunt had ties to the father of her idol... the one and only Brantley Gilbert. One...
