World Tour Kings (sequel)

Chapter 12

My alarm rang signaling 8:30 pm. Time to get ready for whatever might happen with Josh tonight. If dad finds out, I'm screwed, but Andy is understanding and pretty chill. I looked up at Andy who had also falled asleep. He yawned as I stood up. I guess my alarm woke him as well.

"Hey Andy. I'm going to go get ready" I told him.

"Okay Scar." He replied. standing up.

I went into the bedroom and grabbed my Melenie Martinez crop top, black ripped shorts, my combat boots, some knee high socks, and a few bracelets. I went into the bathroom and changed, brushing my hair and straightening it. I gave myself my everyday fringe and threw on my emo-like eyeliner. I looked up at myself in the mirror. The crop top was a slightly transparent white. I walked out of the bathroom and over to Andy who was in the kitchen already drinking a beer.

"Andy can I borrow your leather jacket?" I asked him. I hoped he let me. I've tried it on before and it looked pretty good on me honestly.

"Yeah I don't mind." He said, turning to look at me. He looked up then down slowly. "You're going out in that?" He asked. I nodded and looked down a bit.

"Yeah. Why?" I asked him. Trying not to sound too much like a bratty teenager.

"Its a little sluty dont you think, Scar." I crossed my arms.

"What the fuck. Its not." I sighed and turned to walk to the bedroom to grab his jacket.

"Excuse me. Your father told me to look after you? Whats with the attitude. You're lucky I'm even letting you go to this party. Especially when I have every right to tell your father." He yelled. His voice echoed through the tour bus.

"I thought you were my friend Andy." I yelled back as I put on the jacket, fixing my hair.

"I am but I'm also responsible for you." He replied with a stern voice.

      A knock at the door cut our argument off. I went to see who it was. I opened the door and Josh stepped in. His whote hair was in an emo-like fashion and his eyes looked bloodshot. He was obviously high.

"Im leaving" I yelled to Andy and slammed the tour bus door before he could say another word. I walked to Josh's car without saying a word. My phone was in my pocket and charged in case of problems. I got into his car and he got in the driver seat.

"Music?" He asked. I think he knew I was in a bad mood. I nodded and he handed me the aux cord. I plugged it into my phone and went straight to listening to Not The American Average by Asking Alexandria. This song always gets my anger out. I was just so mad at Andy even though I know he was trying to protect me.

After what felt like forever of driving and music. We pulled into a driveway, much like a movie scene. The house was large, like a Hollywood hills house. He looked at me and turned the music down.

"Nice right?" He asked. I nodded in silence. He smirked. "I'm going to introduce you to everyone." He said. He parked the car and we got out, heading inside.

The house smelled of weed and vomit. It wasn't the best combination but it wasn't too bad. Just like I imagined any other Hollywood or las Vegas party to be. We headed into the livingroom portion of the house. People where dancing, grinding, smoking, drinking, and doing other questionable things.

    Someone ran up to Josh. A girl with pink short hair. She was wearing a black Wednesday Adams-esk dress with fishnets and bright neon pink heels. She was beautiful. I looked at Josh and he motioned over to me.

"Scar, this is Sapphire." He told me. I smiled at her, her skin seemed almost albino. Her hair was as pink as a flamingo and her makeup framed her face, giving off an emo yet elegant look. Almost like a vampire. Well, what I think a vampire would look like.

"But You can call me Sapph." She said, pulling me out of my observations and into the loud music blasting all around.

     Before I could speak she grabbed my hand and pulled me into another room, the kitchen. She handed me a red solo cup that was clearly filled with some type of mixed drink. I drank a few sips and smirked. It was a blueberry waterfall. I recognized the taste from when I had the virgin version as a kid. They where basically vodka, blueberry jollyrancher infused blueberry tequila, lime juice, some sparkling soda, and shark gummies. Usually people drink them in slushy form but it was good either way.

"This is Mathew, Snow, Demontre, Q, and Penelope." She pointed at each one as she said their name. "But we usually go by our nicknames. Mathew is Math, Snow stays Snow, Demontre is Demon, Q stays Q, and Penelope goes by Lo. And I go by Sapph or Sapphy." She told me. I nodded and looked around.

      Math has already went back to playing video games, Snow and Demon seemed to be trying to avoid the people coming in and out of the room, and the others looked almost lost. I finished up my waterfall and grabbed another cup. I could already feel myself beginning to be a little more than tipsy.  I felt a tap on my shoulder, i quickly turned to see Josh. He was holding a bong.

"Come in here Scar. We're about to pass this around and I want to show you how to hit it first" He told me. I thought for a second. Fuck it. I followed him into the livingroom and sat on the couch in the already formed, small circle.

Josh demonstrated how to correctly hit the bong and it was my turn. I repeated what Josh did and inhaled a large amount of smoke. As I blew out I began a pretty hard coughing fit. Most people laughed, I followed. Math walked in with my drink, I had apparently left it on the table. I finished it off and the bong had been by a few times. I stood up. I was pretty high and most certainly drunk, I guess I'm a lightweight. Fuck. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle out of the pack on the floor. I drank it, trying to sober up. I headed back to the livingroom.

"Hey Josh. Where is the bathroom" I asked him. He pointed to a hallway.

"Down there and to the left. Theres a door. Its right there." I nodded and stumbled my way to the bathroom. Down the hall and to the left, there was a door.

    I walked in and was greeted by a cold, dark room. I clicked on the light and turned to shut the door behind me, locking it. I looked in the mirror. My eyes where blood shot, everything was moving in slow motion, and I felt dizzy. I took out my phone and looked at the time, it was 3 AM. I had 10 missed calls from Andy and 8 text. Fuck. As I was trying to figure out what to do my phone rang in my hand. It was Andy.

"Hey An-" I was cut off quickly.

"Where are you Scar. I'm worried sick." He told me.

"I'm at 129 Ava street. Please come get me Andy. I'm sorry. I'm high and very drunk please come get me. Everyone is drunk" I pleaded with him.

"God dammit Scar. Are you serious? Are you safe? Where are you? What are you doing right now?" He asked. I could hear him shuffling around.

"I'm sorry. Im sorry. I'm safe. I locked myself in a bathroom for right now. I'm okay." I told him.

"I have to hang up and call a taxi Scar.  You stay put." He told me.

"Okay Andy. I'm sorry" I heard the click of the phone and I sat on the closed toilet seat, alone.