Chapter Three

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Your POV

"BLAIR WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?! WE'RE LEAVING NOW AND ROGER SAYS IF YOU'RE NOT HERE WE'RE LEAVING WITHOUT YOU!" I yelled into the phone. That bitch said she'd be on time. Though to be fair I did believe her. So I guess it's partly my fault.

She laughed. "I'm here I'm here." I saw her figure running towards us so I hung up the phone. She ran to me and tackled me into a hug. I hugged her back but quickly let go so we could get on the bus. She put her stuff away and lounged in the backroom with me. We were sitting peacefully me laying my head on her shoulder when the girls entered laughing. When they saw us they stopped.

"So who's the chick?" Lauren asked with her arms crossed. "You're girlfriend?"

I rolled my eyes and stood up. I smiled sarcastically. "Yup we're married and everything."

Lauren rolled her eyes. "Why is she even here?"

"Moral support," Blair smiled as she stood up.

"I don't think she needs it," Dinah spoke. "She seems cocky enough without you."

I saw Blair bite her lip from saying how insecure I really am. Good. I would have to kill her if she said anything. "Can you guys go?" I asked.

"Why?" Ally asked.

"Yeah, it's our bus too," Camila chimed in.

"No it's okay," Normani spoke. I met her yes but quickly had to look away for I saw her in them. "We'll go. You guys were here first. It's okay." She pushed them out but didn't leave herself.

"That includes you," I told her without looking at her.

"Right, sorry," she apologized and left. I let out a sigh of relief.

I turned to Blair with tear filled eyes. "I don't know if I can do this." I sat down with my head in my hands.

She sat down next to me and held me as she rubbed my back. I let out a few light sobs. "It'll be okay," she assured me. "I'm right here."

"But I have to see her everyday, and every time I see her I see her? I don't know how long I can handle this tour."

"You're not doing it alone, just remember that. I'm right her for you. I'm right here." After that silence fell over us. I laid down with my head in her lap and closed my eyes. If only I could go to sleep and never wake up. If only.

Normani's POV

When we went back to the kitchen area all the girls glared at me except for Ally. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Dinah asked me irritated. "You're so nice to her and she's a complete bitch to you. Hell, she refuses to look at you like you're so far beneath her. What the actual fuck?"

I sighed. "She's not a bitch for the last time. She just wears a mask around us that I think she lets fall when she's with her friend. That's why she wanted us to leave. I think she's going through something that she just doesn't want anyone to know about. She'll warm up to us. You'll see."

"Mani, you're very kind," Ally placed her hand on my shoulder. "But maybe you should just let this go."

"What do you mean?"

"You're convinced she's wearing a mask and you want to find out who she is behind that mask. But what if she isn't? What if this is just how she is?"

"It's not. I can tell."

"I say you just give up on her," Lauren crossed her arms, "she's not worth it."

I opened my mouth to object when a voice beat me to it. "You're wrong." I turned around to see Y/n's friend. "She's worth a lot."

"Of course you would say that you're her friend," Camila countered.

"To be honest I'm surprised she has friends considering how much a bitch she is," Lauren scoffed.

"Can you not?" The girl asked. "At least not in front of me. You don't know anything about her or anything that she's going through. So back off."

"So she is going through something?" I asked for confirmation on my theory.

The girl shrugged. "Aren't we all?"

She started to walk away but I stopped her, "Wait!" She turned back around giving me a look to continue. "What was your name?"

"Blair." She then turned and left probably going back to Y/n. Now I knew Y/n definitely wore a mask. Now I jut had to figure out why.





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