New Boy {W.T}

Chapter 43

        I sat there for a while, deep in thought. Before I knew it, the cold of night fell upon me, and yet I still sat there, swinging.
 
The thing about shock is it prevents you from thinking straight, but my mind was racing at a speed I can't keep up with.

I walked back To the hotel to see an empty room, with Sydneys stuff all gone.

I got comfy in bed and tried let myself drift to sleep, not caring that I was alone. I wanted to be at that moment, but my thoughts wouldn't shut off, and I let myself picture all the ways that situation could have went down.

Wesley came back not shortly after.

"Wes?" I asked emotionless.

"Mhm?"

"I'm sorry." I turned to face him

"It's OK, I just don't think you realize how much I care about you, and unfortunately I never know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours. So if I ask you what is wrong a million times, I am sorry, But when you don't tell me how you feel honestly, then you leave me with no choice."

"I know. Syds mad at me too."

"I know." He sighed

"So she told you?" I scrunched my eyebrows.

"yeah but it's more than what you think. Just give her some time, she'll come around."

"What? No. Why is she mad? It's a stupid fight and she's really that mad over it?"

I got up, and started getting redressed. Wes shot me a confused glare.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"What's it look like? Going to see Sydney."

I was ready to walk out, when he put his arm infront of my chest, preventing me.

"Uh no, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not wes? She's my best friend."

"But she's mad... remember?" He smiled nervously.

"Wes move!" I demanded.

He moved and I stormed out and to where I thought she was.

I barged into Christians room - no sign of her.

Next was Tina's - nope.

Drews room? - not a long shot.

I heard her voice coming from an unfamiliar room.

I walked in and saw her making out with matt Walden - new addition to pressplay, on his bed.

I grabbed her and pulled her back, infuriated.

"Nikki, what the fuck?" She fumed.

"No Sydney, I should be the one saying what the fuck to you, so what the fuck???"

"What's your problem?" She spat.

She stood up and matched me.

"My problem is that you're practically dating Christian and yet you're making out with 'what the fucks his name'."

Matt interjected,

"Um nikki? Yeah hi, 'what the fucks his name' actually has a name, yeah it's matt. Okay continue." He gestured to me and Sydneys fight.

"Matt, not now." Syd glared.

"Actually, christian never wants to be seen with me, so maybe instead of bitching at me, you should go ask christian why I am here making out with matt." She fired back.

"Well don't you think for once in your god damn life you should actually be considerate and talk to him about it?"

"Ha! Ha! That's really funny, preaching about being considerate should be the last thing that comes out of your mouth. When's the last time you thought about me? Huh?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, you never hang out with me anymore because you're too busy with Wesley, who by the way, you treat like shit when all he does is care about you."

"Fuck you Sydney, know what? Fuck you. You boy hop from one boy to the next. First it was nick, then you got bored and dumped him. Then christian, and wowie, what a shocker, you moved on from that one. Now him." I pointed at matt.

"That's so not true. At least I dont push people away because I'm too scared to get close to them, so instead I hurt them. You leave because you get scared."

"Yeah but the one person I should've left, I chose to stick with. Sydney I got you here. Don't forget that."

"Yeah, after I BEGGED David to add you because it seemed a bit pathetic that while my career was taking off, you watched from the sidelines and got no benefits."

Tears brimmed my eyes.

"You didn't think people actually gave a shit whether you joined this tour, did you? Secrets out now. Oops."

"You're awful." I stormed out.

"And guess what princess? So are you!" She called after me.

I called My mom and told her I was coming home early, then I called an uber and did what I guess I do best - I left.

The airplane ride was filled with my soft sobs, and various people attempting to talk to me about what's wrong.

I know In the grand scheme of things it's not that bad, but right now I have a heart break from the one person who usually puts me back together, and what hurts even more is that she's probably feeling the same.