A Girl In The Band

T T W E N T Y F O U R

Emily pov

Another day, another show that I don't want to do. Eben has apologized a whole bunch of times that I don't even care anymore. I've told him it's okay, and I do really mean it. Jack and I have grown apart. Litterally every girlfriends fear. Zach and I have gotten closer. Every fans dream.

I've gotten about five pieces of fan mail and two of them were just letters of how much they hate me and the other three were just blank pieces of paper.

---Two weeks later in Florida.---

"Emily im really sorry." Jack apologized. We were at the beach, watching the sunset. I caught him. He cheated. "YOU CANT FIX WHAT YOU DID THIS TIME!" I yelled on the verge of tears. "ALL THOSE OTHER "BABYS" AND "I LOVE YOUS..." MAYBE. BUT NOT THIS. DEFINATLY NOT THIS!" I added.

"Why were you even looking at me texting anyway!?" He snapped. "Because I thought I could trust you. Why are you cheeting?" I asked. At this point the boys have been watching the whole thing. He said nothing.

"Say something." I said crying. We stood there for a minute or two, staring at eachother. Looking at what we're about to lose. "I SAID SAY SOMETHING. before I fucking go insane. I knew something was wrong!" I yelled.

A tear rolled down his cheek. It broke my heart even worse that he is sorry. I will not give him any sympathy considering I haven't gotten any this whole tour.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I haven't talked to her since now. I told her I love her. But I don't. I love you. I understand that I can't fix this. Last night in our Florida show, she kissed me. And I was drinking and I forgot about you. She told me that if I told you, she would hurt you. She would hurt everyone. I didn't want you to get hurt but now.... now I see it. I hurt you anyway. You trusted me. And I lost it. I'm going to try to fix things. I'll end it with her but just know that I love you Emily." He chuckled then added, "This is useless. You won't believe me. I sorry."

He turned around to face the boys.

He shook his head at himself and sat down.

I stood there staring at the ground, arms reaching for the ground, slouched. I lifted my head to reveal the crying mess below it, then grabbed my towel and walked to the bus.

I sat in there and cried.

I cried for a good hour.

Then they came back.

No one said a word to me.

I told you nobody cares about me.

How could life get any worse?