Second Chances (Mike Fuentes)

Chapter 1- I don't give second chances

Zeborah's P.O.V

"I think you should give him another chance," my best friend Emilia tells me as we climb into my truck.

"I already told you, Ezzie, I don't give second chances," I tell her for the millionth time.

"But he's your dad!" She protests.

"I don't care. He hurt me and my mum more than you could imagine. I don't care if he's a better man or whatever. I don't give second chances," I sigh. We sit in silence till I turn on the radio.

Story of My Life by One Direction comes on and I go to change it but Ezzie smacks my hand away.

"You don't even like this music!" I sigh.

"Their new album is kinda pop punk. Give it a chance," she giggles.

"I don't even like pop punk," I mumble as we pull into the station. I climb out, get petrol, buy us a few energy drinks, then we're off to the venue again for a band I don't even like.

Finally One Direction ends and I can put in my Buckcherry CD. First song that comes on is Crazy Bitch and Ezzie sighs jokingly.

"Hey! You're a crazy bitch but ya fuck so good I'm on top of it!" I sing loudly and she smiles and shakes her head.

"You're so annoying!" She giggles over the music.

"Ah c'mon mate ya know you love me!" I laugh as we pull into a parking lot near the venue and I stop my truck.

"Only 'cause of your sexy accent," she jokes, attempting to copy my voice.

"Oh shush ya crazy American," I say. We walk down to the stadium and see a ginormous line.

"Fuck."

"Don't worry I know the bouncer," she whispers. We walk up front and she whispers in his ear. He takes our tickets and motions around back.

We slowly walk back that way where another guy let's us in and we push through the crowd of people to the front.

"Ugh my dad just texted me," I sigh as I read the text.

"Just give him-"

"No. Don't even," I hiss. She stays quiet.

Soon enough (about half an hour later) the band comes on stage. I don't even remember their name, just the initials of the band from the drumset. PtV.

"How are y'all doing tonight?!" The singer I assume asks. The crowd cheers in response.

Okay why do people do that though like the band asks them a question and they just scream like what if that happened on everyday conversations.
"Hey Billy how's it goin?"
"HRKRNRJRKFNSOWHRBDLSB"
"Billy what the fuck calm down!"

"Alright well this is a town we've never performed in before so in case anyone dragged a friend along or their parents or something to see us we'll introduce ourselves," the same man says.

"I am Vic Fuentes and I play the voice," he jokes. Everyone laughs. Uh, yeah.. I don't see how that was funny.

"Over there on bass guitar is my boy Jaime Piccardo!" Jaime plays a few notes.

Are these guys Mexican? Like, all of them?

"On lead is Tony Turtle Perry!" Tony shreds a bit on the guitar and I shrug. Pretty good I guess.

"And lastly is my brother from the same mother Mike Fuentes!"

Now Mike caught my eye. Literally, we make direct eye contact as he rocks out on the drums.

"Holy shit he's looking right at you, Borah!" Ezzie flips out. I smile and shrug.

"He's bloody sexy," I say as I eye him while he takes his shirt off. He smiles at me and sits back on his drum stool as they start to play the first song of the night.

"Dude.. let's fuck Pierce the Veil."