Repeating Apologies

Chapter 5

*Scarlett's pov*

"Hey, can you come over? We are having a band meeting." Austin asks.

"Sure, but can I ask why so soon?"

"Cause." Austin answers.

"Cause what?"

"Just get over here."

I laugh and hang up on Austin. Thankfully I found out that Austin lives a few blocks down from me, making it where I can walk.

As I am walking, I hear a few people complaining about how hot it is. Why do people do that? If you think it's hot, stay inside or drive. Not everyone wants to hear you complain. While yes, it is a little hot, it's not that hot.

"Scar, hurry up!" Phil yells from across the street, standing on Austin's porch.

"Shut up Phil!" I yell back as I run across the street.

"How in the hell are you not dying?" Phil asks. I just roll my eyes.

"Cause I'm use to it. It was cold in my house and didn't feel like changing." I say, knowing it's a lie.

"Come on guys, I wanna get this meeting over with. We are going to the beach after this." Aaron says as he walks out of the house.

"Let's go, Phil, so we can get this meeting done and you guys can go to the beach." I say as we start walking into the house.

"You're coming with us." Austin says.

"No, beaches aren't my thing. I don't like swimming or sand." I lie.

"Why did you call this meeting? I had plans for today." Alan groans as he walks into the house.

"I called this meeting to say that we are going on tour. Kyle called and told me that since we found a new drummer, its time. Apparently we have to get Scar use to touring." Austin says.

"But I'm already use to touring. I did it for Asking Alexandria when James would get sick." I say.

"Well the manager is telling me that you still have to tour." Austin says. I just groan.

"When do we start tour?" Phil asks.

"In 2 days."

"We have 2 days to get ready? It takes me 5." Aaron says.

"It will take Scar longer than that." Alan says.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"You're a girl, you guys take longer to get ready for anything." Alan says.

"I am not like most girls, I don't take forever to get ready." I say.

"Oooohh big deal, you don't take forever to get ready." Alan mumbles.

"What is your fucking issue with me?" I ask.

"Unlike the guys, I don't fucking like you. You're a fake and I can see that."

"I'm a fake?" I ask.

"Yeah. You just want to sleep with us, then you're going to leave the band!" Alan yells.

"Sleeping with you guys isn't my plans. No, I plan on staying in the band because that's my dream. A dream YOU bullied me about. You told me that it would never happen, it was YOU who caused me to drop out. IT WAS YOU, ALAN, WHO CAUSED ME TO ALMOST FUCKING DIE! WHY? BECAUSE YOU BEAT ME SO FUCKING MUCH AND HAD YOUR FRIENDS HELP YOU! YOU CAUSED ME TO BELIEVE THAT I WAS A WASTE OF SPACE, USELESS, WORTHLESS, AND MADE ME BELIEVE THAT NONE OF MY DREAMS WOULD COME TRUE! It was all you , Alan" I say, yelling at the end. I am beyond pissed. I storm out the house and down the street, tears running down my face.