Something Is Wrong With Me.........

Part 3

I made my way towards a 7/11 with one-thousand in cash. I worked at the agency across the street as a temporary intern. I may be young but I was not dumb for my age. I got a blueberry slushy that seemed to keep me calm during situations this.

I couldn't even worry about my mother right now. Her dead meant nothing to me. She's caused me pain my whole life and now she'll pay.

As I was peacefully drinking my slush leaning against the counter, the door bell jingles. I looked up at the one with a lot tattoos. I looked closely, four guys came. For some reason all I could do was stare at the one with the tattoos around his body. He wasn't the best build but he was sure fine. I was freaking star struck.

He caught up with my look, and gave me a blank expression. I turned away fast as I was embarrassed. I looked back up and they were gone, they were outside pumping gas. Before I left, I decided to freshen up in the bathroom. I took one look at myself in the mirror and thought, not a freaking chance. My self esteem was so low, I always had a fuck-my-life type of look on my face.

As I was about to leave, the manager stopped me and gave me a piece of paper. Then winked at me and said goodbye. Perv, I thought. I was about to rip the paper when I noticed a name. Holy shit.

I walked outside looking for Colson, and the doors to the big red, white and black tour bus opened. "Aye, Ma, need a lift?" He was staring at me with those crazy clear, blue eyes. "Um, I..." Why didn't the words come out?

"I don't have anywhere to go as of now, I'm a fucking runaway" I admitted shyly. I have a bad history with men. So taking a ride with four guys wasn't my safe haven.

He sighed then offered his hand to me. "Come on this tour with me as a roadie then. I need a party girl with me." He answered.

"Umm sure..." I mumbled.

"Great" He grabbed my hand that fitted perfectly in mines. He walked me up the steps. Once I stepped inside, I was blown away. It was really nice in the bus. Perfect for a rapper.

I looked at the three other guys and three other girls. That must be Slim and D.

The girls just stared at me, and gave me these ugly looks. I'll put them in their place later. Then they started whispering... maybe about me.

I sat down in a corner and started to fumble through my bag. I just put in my headphones, and started listening to T. Mills: Cant take your eyes off me. This was gonna be a LONG ride...