The Way It Is (A Pierce the Veil Fanfic) *EDITING*

Chapter 22 - Rage

~~Tony's POV~~

I sighed heavily as I flopped down onto my bed. My hair is sopping wet and I'm only wearing a towel around my waist.

Did I mention I just got out of the shower?

It's been about a week since 'the fight'. I say it like that because that's probably the biggest fight we've ever had.

Can you even call it a fight really?

It was half of a relationship having trouble keeping it in their pants. I'm bitter about it still. I keep reminding myself that it was a long time ago.

We don't even see the infamous trio anymore.

Just because I forgave them for their infidelity, does NOT mean that I'm over it.

I'm not. I'm getting there.

I sigh again. These have been the thoughts for the past week. It's always the same too.

They fucked up, bitterness, but it was seven years ago, more bitterness, I love them.

Repeat.

Same shit.

Unfortunately, this has made me quite the bitch for the past week. I've been snapping at everyone. I snap at the guys for small and stupid shit. Insignificant things just bother the fuck out of me and I go off. It really hit me yesterday though.

Oh man. I was the fucking worst yesterday and I feel absolutely horrible about it.

--Flashback to the day before (Friday, May 26th)--

We had just finished playing our last song of the practice, 'Floral & Fading'.

"Um, okay. That was good, but uh... Could we play that one again? Something just felt a little... off." JayCee voiced, twirling a piece of her hair with her finger and staring down at a clipboard she had. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh. Sure. Yeah, of course. Guys?" Vic looked around, getting nods of agreement from the rest of us. I, reluctantly, nodded as well.

"What do you mean by 'off'? Like, could you elaborate a little? That way we don't make the same mistake." Jaime asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, I wouldn't say there were any mistakes. Just..." She paused, biting her bottom lip a little.

I rolled my eyes again. What is she, like, afraid of confrontation or something? This is your job. Just fucking tell us what's wrong.

"You don't have to be nervous, Jace. Just tell us what it is. We won't rip your head off." Mike chuckled lightly and I held back a scoff.

Oh, he's soooo funny.

She giggled at his comment then looked up.

"Well, the guitar solo... I just didn't really feel it. Which is weird because," she looked right at my face, "Tony, you're usually so into it, ya know?" She gave me a half smile as she asked.

"I was into it. I don't really understand what you're trying to say." I sassed, she looked a little taken back but cleared her throat and continued.

"I mean, maybe it was just a fluke. Would you mind? Playing the song again, I mean?" She reverted into some kind of weird, shy state when she re-uttered her request.

"Yeah, actually. I would mind." I spat, earning shocked looks from around the room.

"Tone, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" Jace started, her voice sounding genuinely confused and apologetic.