Say Something (A Pentatonix Fanfic)

Chapter Eight:

Kirstie flinched as she draped the fuzzy robe around her cold, bare body.
Underneath the bed, that horrible bed, she recognized those two old magazines.

Those two old magazines- one that was the cause of the other, one that because of all the lies written in it, it had caused Kirstie to act the way she did in the other.

She bit her lip, remembering everything that had happened, everything that occurred that December.

If only none of that happened- then she wouldn't even be in the situation she was in now. Jeremy wouldn't have gotten so angry at her, she wouldn't have lied to him; none of this would have been her future.

But, she recalled, the past is in the past. Yet, she couldn't stop but regret her stupid actions.
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December 22nd 2017:

It was a bitter afternoon; the brisk, cool breeze causing the practically-naked trees to shiver. The ivory blanket of snow wrapped around them- a robe for both the brittle branches and the muddy ground.

Central Park was more sorrowful than usual- the typical cheeriness of the giggling children and the pleased parents diminished, instead a remorseful haze washing over the people of New York. These peculiarities didn't help Pentatonix at all, for everyone was more stressed. Mitch was walking back and forth in a terrified manner; Scott glaring at him. Kevin biting his fingernails; Esther watching them from the corner. Matt was the only one who seemed perfectly calm. And Kirstie, on the other hand, pretended that everything was alright.

They were performing a free show today at the Charity Concert for Chronic Disease Patients, due to the holiday spirt within them to participate within this event.

S**n, they would climb up the stage, joining the fantastic Ariana Grande, singing How Great Thou Art to the crowds below.

But, they still had a few minutes worth of time. Gratefully, for oddly none of the members, except Matt of course, was ready.

Scott followed Austin up the stairs, waiting for their time, as Mitch bowed his head down sadly, coming up as well. Kirstie found herself between Kevin and Matt, the two speaking about their excitement, even though Kevin clearly appeared more anxious than excited- for a reason unknown to Kirstie. Matt grinned at them; he was enjoying his time with them, and Kirstie had to agree that although he was no Avi, obviously, he was a great addition to their family.

Though, that did not stop her from missing Avi terribly, especially at the beginning of the tour. She missed Avi, even after the horrifying details slathered all over the Internet- with that witch, Aleen, clinging onto Avi's beard. Photos posted everywhere on social media, including one of the slut all over her lover, with Avi clearly enjoying the sick woman sprawled on top of him. She missed Avi so much, that the news broke her heart. She was willing to do anything to piss Aleen, to get that crow off Avi's back. Except break Jeremy's poor heart- she couldn't do that to him. Especially with all she gone through. 

     But she was still going to get her revenge- no one could mess with Avi Kaplan. Especially not Aleen Khachatourian.

     "Kirst, are you okay?" Matt asked, noticing Kirstie's sly smirk.

Kirstie glanced around, making sure that everyone could see, that every camera was on them. Before she made her worst mistake. Her stupid urge to make Avi jealous; her idiocy in what she was about to do.