Worth Something

Fifteen

"-and that's how I got my drivers license," Andy told me with a smile. I had my mouth hanging open from his shocking story, it almost seemed like he was a rockstar or something by the way he lived his life.

I must've been talking to this guy for a good four hours, seeing as it was getting late. I soon heard a chant of boys come into the club, it sounded rather familiar.

Andy seemed to recognise them too. I turned around to see what the noise was all about, and it was James and his band mates. "Oh shit," I hid my head. Andy chuckled at me.

"What's wrong, is one of them your ex?" He tapped my shoulder.

"Yeah, something like that," I raised my head, avoiding to look at them and hoping the barman moved away from where Andy and I were standing.

"Danny fucking Worsnop," Andy stood up and went to say hi to him. "Andy! It's been so long, what are you doing here?"

I attempted to pick up my bag and escape, but of course I got recognised by James and Ben. "Evie! What are you doing here?" James asked, I avoided Bens eye contact.

"I was just leaving," I ducked my head and had my second attempt at leaving, hoping tonight he'd get drunk and forget he'd seen me.

James followed me and pushed me towards the toilet doors, where it was a little quieter. "Evie, don't be like that. Why are you in a club?"

"James, seriously just fuck off. I've had a rough day, I don't want to talk about it," I yanked myself away from his grip. I started to rush out of the door, before being stopped by Danny.

"Evie, I see you've met my good friend Andy. Stick around for a bit would you?" Danny tugged on my arm. I didn't want to be rude so I gently tugged it away.

"I'm knackered, sorry Danny," I attempted to leave again. This time I was stopped by Ben, which probably pissed me off the most.

He followed me to the exit, even after he'd just paid to get in. Once we got outside he grabbed my wrist and took me down a dark alleyway, even after me continuously asking him what he was doing.

He pinned me to the wall, bringing back pleasurable memories. However, this experience was not expected to be pleasurable.

"Why are you acting like such a fucking brat?" He said coldly.

"Oh I'm acting like a brat? Let's not forget the way you treated me at the bar," I resisted against his grip.

"I know, I was a dick. I was drunk Evie," he said apologetically, as if that would get him to forgive me.

"That's your excuse? Just let me go before I kick you," I stared at him with narrowed eyes.

"Evie," he began to release me, with a soft voice. "Something's not right. Why are you here?"

"Don't pretend you care," I started to strut away before he grabbed my wrist, gently, so I could leave if I wanted to.

"Evie."

I could feel the tears beg me to let them go. As much as I didn't want to cry in front of Ben, I knew I couldn't hold them back. I sat down on the wet, cobbled street floor, letting the tears fall.

I felt Ben rest his arm on my shoulder. "I fucked it up, Ben."

Ben looked at me innocently, allowing me to continue what I needed to say. "The audition, I fucked it up. There were several hundred girls, who will have done better than me."

He pulled me into his chest, and hushed me. "On our first year of Warped tour, I was so excited. I couldn't wait to get out there, and play. It's everything I'd ever wanted. Then I completely forgot my solo, I was gutted. I fucked it up in front of all those people, I thought I'd never play again. But here I am," he chuckled, his little speech giving me little hope and motivation.

"Ben?" I asked.

"Evie?"

"Are you sober?" I looked down at my hands, and fiddled with them. I was asking because I wanted to know he truly cared about what he was saying. Well, that and I needed a lift home.

"More sober than usual," he softly smiled. "I can't drive though, sorry Evie."

I nodded to myself, and continued fiddling with my fingers, before looking up to him. "Are you getting a lift with the boys?"

He straight up burst out laughing, "What, with the drunken lot of them? No way, they'll get me killed! I'm getting a hotel." I gave him puppy eyes hearing that, and pushed his arm. He knew what I wanted to ask.

"Okay fine," he rolled his eyes, knowing I'd want to share the hotel. And of course, I would split the pay. But no, I didn't want to sleep with Ben. I still hadn't forgiven him, I just knew I was too drunk to drive.

"Can we head back inside?" I asked him, squinting my eyes lightly.