Corynne sat on her bed in complete and utter shame. She had been reading a book called 'The Fault In Our Stars' when Jinxx had burst in without knocking.
She had looked up to moan jokingly, but his face didn't look like it needed a joke.
"Explain!" He had roared, his eyes blazing with an inferno of anger, "Just tell me. What part of your tiny brain thought it would be a good idea to have sex with Andy Biersack?!"
"Jinxx, I-" she pretended not to know what he meant.
"You know exactly what I mean! You were always going to be the one that was trouble, weren't you?"
Corynne stood up. "And what do you mean by that?!"
"I take my eye off you for what? A minute? And you've gone and slept with my band-mate. You know what you are? You're a sly, slippery, attention-seeking WHORE! Who-"
Corynne slapped him, shocking even herself, but she ignored it. "No. No, Jeremy, no. You have no right to call me that! No fucking right! I am fucking twenty one, I can think for myself! I'm not a child!"
Jinxx stared at her, a vein in his temple throbbing. "Well then act it."
And he left. But then, to her horror, the front door slammed.

Corynne sobbed into her knees. She caused this. It was her fault. All of it. She wanted to die. To kill whatever possessive streak of bad was inside of her. When Jinxx had returned, the door of his room had closed.
Corynne looked at the time. 3:40 AM. She wondered what had happened to Andy. Andy.
Andy.
Corynne sprang up and ran to the bathroom, and vomited.
"Corynne, honey?" It was Sammi, knocking on the Bathroom door.
"I-I'm fine."
"No. N-no you're not. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"
"It was you?"
"Corynne, I-"
"You." Corynne was suddenly angry. At Sammi? No. Not really. At... Who? She was sick again. She must have been getting PMS...
Which jogged her mind.
"Sammi? What's the date today?"
Sammi opened to door. "The nineteenth? Wh-"
"Shit."
"Corynne, are you ok? You want me to get you something?"
"S-Sammi, I'm late. I think I..."


Andy picked himself up off the floor and checked his phone. Three missed calls. Two texts. 8 AM. He rubbed his neck. Sleeping against a wall sure did mess up your neck. As his phone rang he picked it up. "Hi."
"Andy!" Sammi. "Thank god! We were really worried!
"'We'?"
"Me, CC, Jake, Ash, Corynne and Jinxx."
"Sams, they the band hate me."
"They're sorry. Jinxx isn't too pleased, but oh well. Please just, come back?"
Andy rubbed his eyes. He sighed. "Fine."