Don't you ever let me go. [Matt Flyzik]

'Cause when it hurts, it hurts.

Hai! First chapter, its short. Anyway. Some sexual references, loads of cursing. Enjoy, loves.<3 

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Where the fuck was Jared? I had been searching for my boyfriend for the past twenty minutes. The reason he wanted me to drive two hours was about to go on stage and he was nowhere to be found. The only reason I came, was because Mayday was playing, I didn't even like All Time Low. I mean, yes they're talented, and I'm sure they're cool guys, but I just didn't like the music they decided to produce. Frowning, I scanned the venue, looking for an ATL shirt that wasn't on a screaming girl. Still couldn't find him. I glanced around again and noticed a boy standing off to the side. He had a lanyard around his neck and looked at least...semi-professional. Maybe he had seen Jared...if not, then he can at least tell me how to get out of this mass of people.

"Um, excuse me?" I walked up to him.

He sighed. "I'm not getting you back stage."

"What? No. Fuck that." I stated, becoming irritated. "I was wondering if you'd seen my boyfriend? Tall, black All Time Low shirt, red skinny jeans, blonde hair, green eyes, nose ring?"

"Uh, oh! Yeah, he um, actually came through here a few minutes ago with a girl.." He informed me.

It was extremely obvious he was uncomfortable, and hey, I couldn't blame him. Shit looked suspicious, and of course someone on the outside would think he was cheating. Jared wouldn't do that though.

I saluted him, a habit I had gotten from my brother. "Thanks."

Venturing in the direction he had pointed, I searched for that familiar mop of strawberry blonde hair. It usually wasn't hard to find Jared, the kid was six foot fucking four, for God's sake. Let's just say, he stood out quite a bit in a crowd. It was about five minutes before I spotted him leaning against the fence surrounding the small grassy area behind the stage..a girl was clutched to his chest. Maybe they were just..no, they were attached at the mouth. Okay, so I was wrong, apparently he would do something like that. Pulling out my phone, I dialed his number and watched as he gently pushed the girl away when his phone rang. She shifted her weight to her left foot, crossed her arms and sighed when he answered. It was then that I got a good look at her, it was Louise, his ex, the girl he was with before me. I flipped my hood up, my bright turquoise hair would be a dead giveaway if either of them looked this way.

"Hey there." His voice filtered through my phone.

"Hi, baby." I giggled, putting on my best false happy girlfriend act.

"What's up, dollface?"

"Oh, nothing, I was just wondering when you'd be back. Your favorite band's about to go on." I rolled my eyes, I was so good at faking things, it made me sick.

"Shit, are they? Sorry, I got caught up at the bathroom, I saw an old friend. I'll be there soon, baby girl."

"Alright, make sure to hurry."

"I will." He looked around impatiently.

"Oh, and Jared?"

"Yeah?"

"Make sure to tell Louise I said hi." I growled.

His eyes went wide and he desperately swept them across the venue. I tugged my hood back and shoved both my middle fingers into the air. His eyes met mine.

"Fuck you, Jared! Fuck! You!" I yelled, causing everyone to turn and look.

Right now, I didn't give a damn if they stared. Hell, I fucking wanted them too.

"Jared Thomason is a fucking douchebag." I screamed, spinning in a circle. It was times like these, where you were surrounded by people, causing a scene was the best thing to do.

"He's also a little...short staffed." I giggled, holding my pointer finger and thumb two inches apart.

He looked on in horror. He had me drive two hours so he could cheat on me. Point blank, he deserved it, and I was definitely going to give it to him. I put my arm around the shoulders of a short girl with bubblegum pink hair, she was enjoying my little tirade.

"Oh! And he's terrible in bed, I swear, I've had better sex with myself."

She giggled with me. I'd be damned if someone was going to cause me pain, without getting hurt in return. I wanted him to be embarrassed, humilated and astonished that I would do something like this. I wanted him to feel what I felt. Well, mission accomplished.