The sound of shuffling feet in the lounge snapped me out my trance. I poked my head out of my bunk to see Jake looking in the fridge with his pajamas on. It had to be almost 9:30 in the morning. I ducked back inside the bunk and slowly pulled the curtain until it covered the mattress. I pulled out my phone and saw that it was, in fact, 9:27 in the morning.

I had stayed up all night, thinking about what Andy had said. His words rang through my hollow mind, over and over, until they seemed to take over. His eyes, they… they looked so angry. I didn’t know playing video games with Ash was that big of a deal.

I lightly rubbed my sore back and my eyes, stretching, and finally getting up and going into the kitchen. I saw Jake hunched over at the table with a box of Cheerios and a bottle of milk. I smiled at him and pulled back a chair, sitting down and grabbing the box.

“Holy shit Blade, you look horrible,” he said with a mouth full of Cheerios.

“Thanks, you as well,” I said, flashing him a big thumbs up and a middle finger.

“Hey,” he said, swallowing his Cheerios. “I’m sorry about last night. Andy can be a real jerk sometimes.”

“It’s okay,” I said quietly. He and I both knew that this wasn’t okay, and neither was I. Jake got up to put the milk away and I stared at the suddenly interesting box I had been holding on to since I got to the table. I reached in and grabbed a handful of O’s and shoved them in my mouth so I wouldn’t have to talk.

“You know, you really are special to him. Sometimes he can just be an asshole.” He sat down with me and pulled the chair close to mine. I swallowed and looked him in the eye.

“Well, so far, my experience with Andy’s attitude hasn’t been the greatest,” I said, and I stuffed more cereal in my mouth. I heard someone get up and wander into the lounge. I looked back to see Jinxx, stumbling around, trying to sit on the couch. He finally got there, sat down and rubbed his eyes.

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” I said, and I gave him a big sarcastic smile.

“And to you, Mrs. Bride-of-Frankenstein.”

It was true; my hair was sticking up in every angle, my eyes were bloodshot, and my makeup was smeared all over the place. I rubbed my eyes some more and gave him a big thumbs up. He smiled and turned the TV on.

“Andy has a temper on him, I’ll give you that much,” Jake said, continuing our conversation.

I turned back around and rested my elbow on the table.

“That doesn’t mean he gets to treat me like shit. We’ve only been on this bus for a week and I’m already his whipping boy. I deserve better than that.”

“Better than what?”

His deep voice sliced through the air like a cold, sharp knife. I whipped my head around to meet his blue eyes. All I could do what glare, and I could feel the heat emitting from my cheeks. He was standing in front of the lounge area, with no shirt, and pajama pants. As much as I wanted to stare and bask in the beauty of Andy Biersack with his shirt off, I stood, pushing in my chair. My body language did the talking for me as I shoved past the 6’3” man in my way.

Acid was the next person in my way, and she tried to stop me, but I couldn’t talk to her right now. The tears were starting to well up, and I needed a shower.

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With a towel wrapped around my head, I emerged from the steamy bathroom like a timid kitten on its first night home. I opened the door a tiny crack and saw no one in the hallway. I opened it some more, and still nobody. I eased my way into the bunking area and ran to my bed. I swiped the curtain shut, only to have it opened by none other than the Devil himself.

“Jesus Christ, what do you want?” I pulled out my phone and scrolled through Instagram, seeing that I now had two hate pages instead of just one, which was created the day Andy and I went to the baseball game.

“I wanted to say good morning to my girlfriend. Is that a crime?” His smooth voice washed over me like an ocean wave, and it took every ounce of me not to give in. He said horrible things to me. We had just met, but I didn’t know I already meant that little to him.

“It is now. And don’t call me that, not unless you mean it.”

“But I do mean it, Destiny.” I looked up from my phone and saw that his big baby blue eyes were staring right into mine.

“Why are you acting this way, Des? Did I do something wrong?”

Disbelief was all I could feel at the moment. Did he do something wrong? No, of course not, he only mistreated and disrespected me again, for the second time this week. My respect for him went, on a scale of

10______________________________Holy shit I would smoke weed with you and tell you my life story.
9____________________You’re my idol and I love you to death.
8_______________________You’re a piece of shit, but that’s okay/
7______________I respect you enough to have a decent conversation with you.
6_______________________Sometimes you’re cool.
5______________ I can tolerate you.
4_______________________Go away.
3______________You make me want to puke.
2_______________________Stop breathing.
1________________________________You are literally a piece of trash.

right in between level one and three.

I slid off the mattress until my feet hit the floor. I tried to walk back to the kitchen to see who else had woken up, but a tattooed arm blocked my torso from making past my bed.

“Where are you going?”

“Away from you.”

“But why?”

“You know why, you asshole!”

I ripped his arm off of my body and stormed into the lounge, where Ashley, Acid, Jake, Jinxx, Amanda and CC were watching TV. I walked past them, hearing Andy follow me. I saw Acid get up from the corner of my eye, and she stopped Andy from coming after me.

“She’s just upset right now, just leave her alone,” she said. She then came running to me, and grabbed my arm.

“Babe, he doesn’t know about last night,” she said calmly, letting my body rebound and hit hers. She wrapped her arms around my chest and tried to keep me from stomping out the door.

“That’s bullshit, he knows what he did last night!” I struggled to get her off of me and I broke free from her grip. I turned to glare at Andy, who looked unusually confused.

Before slamming the tour bus door shut, I heard Andy ask “What is she talking about? All I remember was drinking a little and then I went to sleep.”

“Andy…” Ashley said with a sad voice, “we need to talk.”

Notes

HEYYYY GUUUYYYSSSSS!!!! I'm so sorry it's been so long, ya know, school -_- Anywhore, here's the next chapter! I love my Pinjas!

Btw, I'm super happy right now because as it stands, my grade are as follows:
Chemistry: 87
Chorus: 96
World Literature: 93
Intro to Drafting & Design: 83

Passing all my classes for the second semester in a row! That's huge compared to my previous years in school! But those grades ^ are what's keeping me from writing :( so I'm really sorry about that. On the bright side, here you go! More to come!