Reunited - MAGCON 2017

Chapter 15 - In Trouble and Late

A/N IMPORTANT: hi guys. so ive decided to re-write this chapter as of two reasons: 1. i read over the last edition and i wasn't happy with it and 2. i have a better idea for this chapter. hope you guys don't mind. enjoy x

ALLY'S POV

I pace around the beach in desperate search of our clothes. I turn to see Jack viciously throwing sand around and scowling.

He gives up in a matter of seconds and throws his hands in the air, sighing in anger.

"What the fuck are we supposed to do now?" He shouts, seating himself angrily on the sand.

"Hey, hey Jack, calm down it's okay," I say comfortingly, making my way over towards him.

He blinks at me.

"But it's not okay. We are in so much shit. We're already late for rehearsals and plus if we come back looking like this.." Jack gestures to our half-naked bodies. "..we'll either be arrested on the way or put on temporary performance ban."

He lays down on his back, shutting his eyes and breathing heavily.

"Wait, they actually do that?' I laugh, sitting down next to him.

He sits up, staring at me.

"Yes. And it's not funny."

I wipe the smile from my face and nod.

"You're right, I'm sorry," I say seriously. "Look Jack, the tour bus isn't even that far away. I'm sure we can make it back in time and without being seen by anyone."

He sighs and glances at his watch.

"We can try make it back without being seen by anyone, but there's no chance of us getting back on time, considering we're already an hour and a half late."

"But what if they've left-"

"Jack." I give him a look.

He nods, shamefully and stands up, brushing the sand off of himself, before offering me his hand and pulling me up.

We run back towards the bus, ducking behind walls and bins every time the odd car or a person went by.

Stepping into the car park, I turn to see the tour bus parked in its reserved spot Thankfully they haven't left.

My heart flutters in my chest as Jack and I slowly and silently walk closer and closer towards the bus.

When we reach the door of the bus, I look at Jack and he gives me a crooked but nervous smile. I gulp and reach for the door handle.

But just before my fingers touch the cold metal, the door swings open.

I jump back in surprise.

My eyes meet with a pissed off Bart, standing with a producer who doesn't look very happy either.

Bart points a finger at us and with a stern look, gestures for us to come inside.

As soon as Jack and I step on the bus, the yelling begins.

"How could you guys be so irresponsible?" Bart bellows, waving his hands frantically around. The producer stands awkwardly, fiddling with her glasses.

"You guys are over two hours late. What the hell were you doing?"

Jack and I look at each other.

I open to my mouth to speak but before I can, Bart continues with his rampage.

"It is not only irresponsible and unfair to the others, it is also ridiculously disrespectful. We pay to take you guys around the country, being given the opportunity to learn new things and to go new places, meet new people as this, this is how you repay us?"

Bart has turned a slight purple colour, his eyes are bulging and there's a large vein popping out of his forehead.

"The show starts in 3 hours. We won't get to the venue for another hour and a half. We have no time to rehearse. At least not for all of you.."

Bart looks at Jack.

"Which is why, Jack you won't be performing tonight."

"What!?" Jack throws his hands in the air.

"I'm sorry Jack. But you know better."

Bart shakes his head.

"What the fuck, Bart? What the fuck."

Jack looks close to tears.

"But-but what about Gilinsky? What is he supposed to do? I need to perform with him."

Bart shakes his head again.

"Jack Gilinsky will go on without you. We will play your parts of the songs using an audio track. Jack, it's just for tonight's show. You'll be back performing when we hit our next state."

A wave of guilt washes over me. I should have looked out and kept an eye on our clothes. I can't help but feel partially to blame for this.

Jack clenches his fists.

"Not the fucking point Bart. The fans aren't gonna like this at all."

Bart sighs.

"Well then you shouldn't have been late."

Jack sits down on a bus seat quietly and puts his head down.

Bart and the producer turn to leave but just before they do. I grab Bart by the arm and turn him around to face me.

"Wait!" I yell. "Bart, please. It was my fault. It was all my idea. I was the one who persuaded Jack to come with me. And it was my fault our clothes got lost."

Bart raises and eyebrow and the producer coughs.

Jack raises his head, staring at me. I ignore him.

"Please. Please let him perform tonight. He had nothing to do with this. It was all me."

Jack stands up, placing his hand on my waist. Little tingles shoot up my body.

"Ally, stop-" He begins but I interrupt.

"So?" I plead to Bart.

"Bart, she's lying."

Bart sighs.

"Ally if you're going to take responsibility for this, it comes with consequences. We don't tolerate this sort of behaviour on tour with us. It's happened once and that means it can happen again. If you're going to take full responsibility for this, then I'm afraid we will have to send you home."