How Does It Feel, Bitch? (cont)

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    A few days had passed since Brent and I had become.. unofficial. I wouldn't let us become 'official' because I was seventeen and he was twenty four.. even older than Jye. We'd hold hands while walking around the venue, kiss in public, the usual things couples did, and I'd even ridden to the last venue in the ITM van.

   I brush my dark red hair out of my face, giggling as Brent's lips met my cheek. I yawn breaks over my face and I sigh, looking around the circle of vans. "I'm gonna go to bed, babe," I mumble, giving Brent a hug, which he eagerly returns.

   "Night," he chirps before I get off his lap. I start past the nearest van, towards Bryan's car. There wasn't a hotel nearby, so we'd decided to just put the two front seats back and sleep in the car. It was only for one night, anyway.

   I open the door to the trailer, walking in. "Rec," an achingly familiar voice says and I jump, turning around to see Jye standing in the doorway.

   "Don't look at me like that," he spits, a sneer on his face.

   "What the fu-" I start, but he cuts me off.

   "You know exactly what I mean. Like you still want me, even when you have.. him," he continues, voice raising in volume.

   "You were cheating on me! I have a right to move on," I shout, indigination clear on my face. What the fuck was his problem? He'd brought it upon himself.

   "You know what? Fuck you, Rec," he grumbles, turning and stalking out of view.

   I stand there for a few moments with my mouth open, still shocked as to what ahd just gone on. Finally I shake my head to myself and change into my sleep clothes. I'm about to walk out when there's a knock and I jump.

   Brent sticks his head in and I force a smile onto my face. He comes into the trailer, wrapping his arms around me.

   "What.. what happened?" he asks.

   "Nothing," I mumble, pressing my lips to his bearded cheek.

   "Rec, we all heard the yelling, and I wasn't born yesterday," he huffs, pulling back to look at me.

   "Brent.. it's, I can't. We're.. we're over," I sigh, defeat in my voice. He blinks, he clearly hadn't seen this coming. He nods slowly, dropping his arms back to his sides before walking back out of the trailer.

   God, what was wrong with me? How many more things are there for me to fuck up?

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