chapter eleven

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Eva

Now was the time to watch jack and jack perform. My favorite part of Magcon.

They were currently singing flights and the crowd was so pumped.

It brings me so much joy to see how much love they receive for doing something they love. If that makes any sense lol.

The song dies down and tides starts.

He looks right at me and sends a smirk my way.

This is by far my favorite song by them. It's so cute and means a lot.

After magcon

We were making our way back to the hotel and as we walked out of the venue Bart was talking to us.

"Alright guys- and girls, I have a surprise!! I got us a tour bus for the next 2 shows! The ride is gonna be about 12 hours so we are leaving tonight! Go back to the hotel, pack and meet in the bus by 9."

Cheers and hollars were heard throughout the crowd of us, and I was frankly not that excited. I'd much rather fly, but i guess this could be fun. It is our last 2 shows and I'm trying to make the most memories I can.

It was currently 7:34 and he wants us in the bus by 9, so that should work out with extra time.

My thoughts were interrupted by a group of girls waiting outside of the venue for us.

Me, Makayla, Madison, and Lox were the first to walk out and immediately we were getting hit with a million questions and "I love yous"

Expect for this really familiar high pitched voice, her words stuck out the most to me.

"Your a horrible person Eva! We all know what you did when your mom died!? How could you be so selfish!"

Before I could say anything back I was engulfed in a pair of arms and was practically being carried away from the mob of teenage girls.

I wasn't crying, I was more angry than anything. The fucking guilt.

It's eating me alive! If I could take back what I did I would, but I can't. And I'm so sorry.

I was set in a car and I finally got the chance to look up and see who my hero was.

Cameron

Jack

As soon as we walked outside tons of girls were swarming us.

I tried talking to as many as I could, smiling and hugging them.

I heard someone yell, "Why would you say that to her! She's not a bad person!"

My eyes followed the commotion and I saw Cameron with Eva wrapped in his arms, escorting her away and to the cars.

I looked at Makayla and said "what the hell happened?"

She looked up at me and we were currently in the middle of a mob, getting shoved and pulled on.

"This bitch is about to get her ass beat."

She looks mad as hell and turns towards a short mixed girl, who looked stuck up her own ass.

Makayla launches at her and I quickly grab her by her waist and pull her away before she beats the fuck out of this girl.

Wait a minute. That girl looked so familiar- wait a fucking minute.

That was the girl from the basketball court!!

I thought I told that bitch to not disrespect my girlfriend again.

Eva

I scoot over to the other seat and watch as Cameron, Hayes, Matthew, and Nash get into the car with me.

The door closes and I just close my eyes and rest my head against the window.

It, much like my mood, starts raining. Great.

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE when it rains but my mood was already drug straight to the shitter not even 3 minutes ago and so has the sky covering New York.

A hand was placed on my leg and I look at it before trailing my eyes up the arm of who it belongs to.

"Are you okay?" Cameron asks me.

I nod slowly. Am I really?

"I'm sorry that happened to you, no one should be treated like that."

My phone dings, indicating I have a message.

Jack.

G💋- Eva what did that girl say to you?

Me- the truth.

G💋- I'm sure if it made Makayla mad enough to want to fight her, it's not true.

Me- I'm a horrible person for what I did after my mom passed away jack. It's facts. it's okay, I deserve the hate.

Me- It was so selfish of me to do what I did. And everyone knows it!

G💋- babygirl. I don't want to talk about this over text, I'll see you when we get to the hotel.

I locked my phone and aggressively dropped it in my lap. I sighed and put my head against the window again.

My life is a never ending cycle of shitty things.

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