Nightmare

Chapter Fourteen

Zacky

Last night was a cluster fuck.

I can barely remember what happened after I talked to Brian.

I know that I ended up receiving a call from Matt, meeting in the hotel bar with Johnny and now I'm awake with a blistering headache.

"What?" I bark into my phone that woke me up.

"Breakfast dickhead?" Matt mumbles into the phone.

"Yeah lobby?" I agree pinching my nose.

"Sure" He huffs and I hear Kat mumbling into the back ground

"You talked to her yet?" I asked him

"Fuck no I'm not talking to her. You were right she fucking knew." Matt hissed.

"Fuck man, alright I'll see you in a minute" I sighed hanging up.

I dressed quickly splashing some water on my face, and taking a few aspirins to calm the marching band in my head.

When I opened my door walking into the hall I heard another door open and then I saw her face.

Desiree's face, wide eyed and blotchy, staring at me.

I wanted to scream at her. Say everything I bitched at to the guys, how I was falling for her, how she seemed so nice, beautiful but now I felt like a fucking creep and she was the cause.

I glared at her biting my tongue and stomped off.

Fuck her. She knew she lied. She knew what she was doing and what could happen when we found out.

What I didn't understand and maybe never would was why she acted like she liked me.

Why she would even let me stay that night knowing good and damn well Jimmy was my best friend and she was his ex.

Didn't girls follow the chicks before dicks code? Doesn't she know guys go bro before hoes?

I found Matt standing in the lobby looking pissed off and without a word we both went to the little cafe in the hotel sitting down and ordering our food.

"So Kat fucking knew?" I asked finally.

"Yeah she knew, of course she knew,  and once again she didn't tell me shit." Matt hissed.

"Here's my thing why would she even tell Kat? She didn't fucking know her" I mumbled

"Who the fuck knows?" Matt mumbled throwing up his hands "What I do know is my wife knew a secret and didn't confide in her husband. That I know."

"What was her excuse?" I asked. I don't know why it mattered to me, but for some reason it did.

"Same as always" Matt growled then looked up making those air quotations "Wasn't her story to tell" He imitated Kat's voice.

"Oh of course it wasn't" I hissed getting angry again. "Did she even tell you how she knew?"

"Yeah that she did, she said that part was her story to tell and now that we did know she could say something." Matt sighed probably trying to control his anger "She said it was the morning after that bitch played the fucking prank on us, she went down made small talk and I guess Desiree spilled the beans."

"Dezzy" I corrected without thinking "She doesn't like being called Desiree"

"Who the fuck cares what the lying little twat cares to be called?" Matt barked "But why though it is her fucking name?"