Reunited - MAGCON 2017

Chapter 17 - Anger

ALLY'S POV

I full-force swing open the door. It smashes into the the wall with a loud bang.

My eyes swivel madly around the room until they fall on him.

"You," my voice shakes with anger.

Cameron runs in.

Jack stands up.

"Ally, oh my God are you okay?"

He reaches out for me but I pull back.

I know why he's asked that. Tear stains cover my face. My hair is a mess and my eyes and lips are puffy.

I'm a mess.

And I'm pissed.

I stomp past Jack, over to Taylor, who looks up at me with a nervous look on his face.

I wave the two bundles of clothes right in his face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I scream.

Trey stands up.

"Ally."

I ignore him.

"You think this is fucking funny? Do you think this is a fucking joke?"

I'm screaming at the top of my lungs.

The room is silent.

Everyone is staring at me and Taylor.

He looks so taken back.

"Ally, what's going on?" Jack says worriedly.

I throw the two bundles of clothes at Taylor as hard as I can throw my hands in the air.

"Jack's performance got cancelled because of you. How could you let that happen to one of your best friends?"

Taylor is still staring up at me with an anxious face. But suddenly the anxiousness turns to a smirk.

He shrugs.

"Don't you fucking dare smile at me."

I pick up one of the shirts laying on him and I throw it at him again.

The smile is wiped from his face.

Trey grabs my arm but I shake him off.

"And why the fuck were you down there in the first place? Did you follow us? Huh? Did you follow us just so you could get us into trouble?"

He stays silent, biting his lip.

"Speak up?"

He sucks his teeth.

"It's one thing to hate me and to be petty about it, but it's another fucking thing to be petty about it and take it out on your own fucking best friend."

Jack walks closer.

"Dude," he says. "It was you?"

Taylor looks away.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Jack yells.

Taylor shifts in his seat uncomfortably. He hasn't said one word.

"Ally was just about fucking kicked off of tour because of you."

"What?!" Aaron chimes in.

"Dude, what?" Matt says, worry and shock covering his face.

"Bart kicked her off tour because she took the blame for everything you did."

Taylor's face is now a cherry red and he won't make eye contact.

I stay silent.

"Ally?" Aaron gives me an, are you okay look.

Which surprises me.

Aaron has sort of shut me out a lot lately.

I rub my eyes.

Taylor stands up to leave but I yell at him before he can.

"Don't you fucking leave, I'm not done yet." I shout.

"Fuck off," he whispers, his back turned to me.

"You're the fucking one to blame, don't tell me to fuck off."

"Dude, that's fucking messed up."

"Yeah, man, why would you do that?"

"Not cool, bro."

"Fucked up."

Taylor keeps his back turned. He's slightly shaking.

"I said fuck off!"

He turns around swinging his arms about.

And
That's
When
He
Hits
Me.