When The Lights Go Down

5. Drunk On Sugar

I moved my head away from the door, breathing ragged and heart pounding uncontrollably.

'How could he do this?' I questioned while walking back toward the dressing room.

Anger took over me as I picked up my pace toward the boys' room instead. As soon as I reached the door it swung open and I walked into a hard chest.

"Oh!" I huffed. "Oh, I'm sorry."

"Hey Brie, are you alright?"

I laughed without humour. "I don't know. I mean I'm more angry than I should be."

"What happened?" He asked.

My mouth flapped open and shut like a fish.

"You okay? Need a hug?"

"Huh, yeah I do. Sure."

He pulled me gently towards him, but not in a romantic embrace. A friendly, consoling hug.

"What happened?"

"I-I stumbled upon something I shouldn't have and..." I stopped myself, taking in a huge breath. "David?"

"Uh-huh?" David replied softly.

Pulling away, I hugged myself.

"So, you hear something. Two people. You're not going out with one of them, but they aren't available. Do you have the right to act... differently towards them?"

"It depends Brie, sometimes things just aren't meant to be heard. If what you believe they did isn't right then... you can call them out on it. There's always two sides to a story."

I smiled tightly, contemplating my decisions. I can't just let James cheat on Ella.

It's not right.

But is it any of my business?

***
22:15 pm

After grabbing food we were all on our way back to the hotel in a nice cozy Range Rover. Of course, luck sat me in between James and Zac with Meghan at the front and Sydney and David at the back.

James' phone started to ring and he pulled it out and answered it.

"Hey Ella, what's up babe?" he said into the phone.

Him and Ella have been together for at least 2-3 years with their on and off relationship. She has blue eyes like him but her brown hair is lighter than his and longer, up to her waist. They are the hottest couple, she's an aspiring model so she just the right height and slim with long legs. She's like a sister to me and I can't describe how many times I've been completely jealous of her figure. But that is completely off topic.

I eyed him carefully, watching as his 'elated' expression never changed once.

So I yawned as a test.

And surprise, surprise - he failed.

"I'm sorry," I fumed. "Are you some sort of psychopath or something?"

James laughed, holding his hand over the mouthpiece.

"What?"

"Are. You. A. Psychopath?"