crayolafaceThe club is full of people, most of which are dancing along to the band’s album, which doesn’t make sense since it’s not exactly dance music.
I don’t even remember which state we’re in, Pennsylvania? How long have we been on tour, a week? Week and a half? I don’t even know.
Andy organised the party, no one overly-famous is here. Just wannabe rock stars and some fans who snuck their way in, although Zack’s managed to keep most of them out.
“So, are you with the band?” a red-headed girl sitting at our table asks me.
“Yeah.” I down the rest of my beer. “I work for them.”
“Oh,” she smirks. “I see.”
“No, I mean, I’m a roadie.”
“Whatever you say, hon. Though someone as pretty as you couldn’t just a roadie.”
“Come on, Cara, it’s true! She’s a roadie,” Blake slurs before giving the girl a sloppy kiss. He always seemed more responsible, I guess he’s not so used to alcahol.
“I’m going to get another drink,” I say when I shuffle out of the booth, though I knock into Joe on my way to the bar.
“Keltie, hey,” he slurs. “You having fun?”
“I’m fine, can you just move while I-”
“I just wanted to-” He hiccups. “-just wanted tell you something.”
“What?”
He moves in closer so I can hear him over the music. “Well, you know the other night, when we were driving out of New York? And you were like- you were changing, right? And you thought everyone was asleep. But I wasn’t, and you looked so hot, right?”
“That’s nice, Joe. Can I just get to the bar now?” I try to walk away but he wraps his arms around my waist.
“No, just let me talk to you.” He smells like sweat and alcohol, and whatever else he’s taken tonight.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Darron, I think he tells Joe to get off me, but it’s too loud to tell.
“She wants me, dude.”
“I’m sure she has much higher standars than you, buddy. Let’s just get you some water, alright?”
I can’t exactly follow the conversation, but I know Darron’s not happy, I’ve only just realised a crowd has gathered.
Before I know it, Joe takes a swing at Darron.
*
“F/ck off, Darron,” I spit without looking behind me. I crash into the ladies bathroom and the red-head from before stumbles out when he comes in after me.
“Why are you so mad?” He’s not yelling, but he’s definitely annoyed. I wash my hands in the sink and I see Darron behind me in through the mirror, holding himself high with hims arms folded across his chest.
He’s not that scary.
“Why wouldn’t I be? I can stand up for myself.” I make it clear that I’m up for a fight.
He Scoffs. “Right. Sure.”
“I would of punched his lights if you had given me the f/cking chance!”
“He had you cornered! I was helping a friend!”
“I don’t even know you, I don’t need your help!” Who does he think he is? It’s been, like, a week since we met. What makes him think he’s so special? I turn around and stare at him sharply, although he’s focusing on the floor.
Instead of continuing with the conversation he finds some toilet paper in a stall and runs it under cold water before holding it to his bruised jaw. I bet Joe’s nose is in worse shape, Darron still winces when he feels the cold on his injury, though.
“Well?” I huff impatiently.
He shrugs. “I’ll be sure not to get in the way of you and Joe again. Other than that, I have nothing to say to you.”
“Screw you,” I spit before heading out of the bathroom. I ignore everyone who tries so confront me, I just push past, snapping a few harsh comments. I even manage to push my way past Zack.
When I’m finally outside, I realise I have no money for a taxi, great.
I walk back to the hotel in silence.
*
I ignore everyone during the show, which is alright since I’m guessing no one wants to talk to me either, not even Andy. Although he’s glared at me throughout the entire day, which sure says enough.
I go to hand Darron another guitar for the last ecore, he doesn’t smile at me like he usually would. Flat expression, no eye contact. He’s still playing it like that? Fine. Dandy.
Perfect.
Although after the show, I do force myself to talk to Nate.
“Nate?” I ask when I walk into the venue’s bathroom. He was one of the last to get a shower, since everyone else called dibs. But I, of course, have been singled out till last.
When he turns around his face turns bright red. Only then do I realize he’s only wearing boxer shorts and an undershirt.
“Oh, sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he mumbles. “You want something?”
I prop myself up next to the sink and look up at the celing while I wait for him to put his jeans on. “You hate me, too?” I ask, Nate shrugs.
“I mean, no one hates you, it’s just. It was kind of unnecasry, you know? Andy’s kind of p/ssed off at Darron, too. And, um, Joe, of course.”
“What was unnecessary?”
“Well, Joe said that you-”
“Ah, I see. Joe said. Look, Nate, I did nothing, it was all him and Darron. Joe came onto me, Darron tried to help, that’s it. Got it? And be sure to pass that on.”
“Alright.” He nods quickly. “See you.” He flings his bag pack over his shoulder and starts for the door.
“Oh, Nate!” I catch and he turns around. “Where are we going tomorrow?”
“Union, Ohio.” He nods at me sheepishly before heading down the hall.
I lock the bathroom door, undress, and step into the heat of the shower. Okay, Union. That’s fine. Not like I’m going to run into anyone, It’s just Ohio. Just a trip to Ohio.
Going back to Ohio.
The water goes cold.
*
I don’t know where we are. Parked outside of some motel. William was driving, said he was too tired so he would get up early in the morning and we’d be in Union my ten. Brilliant.
I examine the flashing vacant rooms sign of the beaten-down motel. Maybe if I stole some money and rented a room for the night, they’d drive off in the morning and not even notice I was gone. Maybe can hitchike back to New York, and I’d stay at Zack’s and-
Just then I see Darron come through the door in his blue pyjama pants and white undershirt. He sits on the other side of my couch and I bring my knees to my chest, though I can see his smile under the street lights.
“You’re such a bitch, you know that?”
“Yeah, I do.”
*
First of all, I hate this chapter, too. I know it’s short and it’s boring and blugh. But I’ve been gone for so long and I felt like I owed you. I’ve scrapped this chapter so many times, and this is the only time I’ve fully finished it. Although I’m probably going to rewrite it, like, make it better. If I do, I’ll let you know. So, Ta-dah!
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