HEY EVERYBODY! So I'm sorry for my short absence, I've had a lot going on lately (I also got that job I interviewed for!) so I haven't had the time to write anything up for you guys. But I'm here now and this is the 3rd to last part of my fanfic, I really hope you guys stick around till the end. Once again, I already have plans for a sequel. Thank you for reading. :)
ANDY'S P.O.V
Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Oh no. I laid frozen in my bunk as the petite, naked, blond girl on top of me slept quietly. I stared up at the empty darkness, feeling absolutely sick to my stomach as to what I'd done. This girl meant nothing to me. Georgette however was someone who I couldn't do something like this to. I didn't deserve her. Worst of all, she didn't deserve this. "Hey, Andy, do y-" the curtains of my bunk flew open, revealing a stunned-looking CC as his eyes wandered down the girls' body. "Sorry!" he quickly shut the curtain, and I reached up to rub my eyes as the girl began to wake. This cant be happening. "Good morning, Andy." the obnoxiously bubbly voice of the girl pierced through my thoughts. "Please leave." I asked her once quietly. "Seriously?" she scoffed before climbing off the bunk, slipping her wrinkled clothes back onto her naked body as my band members watching in both disappointment and amusement. "All of you fucking rockstars are the same.." she muttured as she stormed off of the bus. "Dude, really?" Ashley raised his eyebrows once I had gotten myself together and hopped out of the bunk, my head throbbing as my hangover began to take full-effect. "I don't need anybody to lecture me, okay? I know I'm an idiot. I know it was wrong. I know I cheated on Georgette. But I was drunk and angry that she left." I pulled my pants on and slipped my sunglasses over my eyes to sheild them from the sunlight, lighting my cigarette and running my hand through my hair in a stressed manner. "You're gonna tell her, right? She's a good girl, Andy. Don't be that guy." CC shook his head as he stepped off of the bus. I stayed silent as I reached for my cellphone, checking to see if Georgette had texted me. Nothing, there was nothing. Of course. I tossed my phone back into my bunk and slipped a shirt on before headed off the bus, immediately greeted by a smack in the face that sent me tumbling back onto the stairs of the bus. "She trusted you!" A fierce-looking Haven was standing above me, my band-mates doing nothing as they watched her step closer. "She fucking trusted you, Andy. That girl has been through hell for the past 4 years and you cheat on her the minute she fucking leaves? I hope she dumps your sorry ass." Haven spat as I slowly removed my sunglassess, CC now walking over to gently tug her away. She settled under his touch but kept her glare fixated on me. "I deserved that.." I muttured as I stood back up. "I was drunk, Haven. Extremely drunk and very mad that she left, okay? And I regret it." I sighed as I stepped on my lit cigarette that now laid on the ground to put it out. "She hasn't even bothered to call or text me since she left. She doesn't exactly seem to care about me so what reason do I have to believe that we're still together?" Haven lunged at me again.
Haven had been pacing back and forth for half an hour until the police arrived. I had an ice pack resting on the side of my face where Haven had punched me earlier, since I gave her a crappy reason for cheating on Georgette. We'd just discovered her cell phone and bags still on the bus, which lead us to believe that she didn't go back home at all. And to be honest, that made the fact that I cheated on her only that much worse. "Did you ever hit Jimmy like this after he cheated on Georgette?" I asked her with a scoff as I leaned back in the seat I was in. A smirk appeared on her face, "Yes actua- oh. Oh no." her smirk fell into a horrified expression. "Jimmy." She must've hit me pretty hard, since it took me a little more than a second to register what she was trying to tell me. Teagan's and Caprice's heads snapped up from what they were working doing on their laptop and phones (checking social media for any activity from Georgette). "You don't really think-" Teagan started, but Haven had cut her off. "I mean think about it! She has nothing on social media, all of her crap is still here, and you said she dropped the charges on Jimmy, right?" Haven turned to me, I nodded as I stood up, setting the ice pack down and grabbing Georgette's phone from the table. "What are you doing?" Haven asked as she watched me. "Calling Jimmy."
