I rip open the curtain of the middle bunk, revealing a dark haired boy still sound asleep, despite the blaring noise of his alarm. It wasn't surprising that he slept through it with the night he had last night. I reach into the bunk and grab the beeping phone. "Logan, get up," I whisper harshly, shaking his shoulder with one hand while quieting the obnoxious noise with the other.

He makes a noise that's somewhere between a groan and a yawn. Stretching and twisting his body so that he's facing me. He smiles lazily, "Good morning, gorgeous."

So he's starting early. "You have a half hour to get ready," I tell him, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.

I turn fully around, but before I can get my hands on the patterned beige curtain, it draws open. A pair of long, tan, bare legs swing over the edge. I blow out a large puff of air. Again, not surprising. She drops down onto the floor then pulls her tight red dress further down to cover her thighs. Nice hair, pretty features, too bad she just got screwed over.

"I'm guessing you're from Detroit, we're in Illinois now. You're going to need a cab," I say, void of any emotion.

She nods then faces the man in the bunk, her eyes asking the question they all ask. He smiles that same smile he does every time and hands her a few bills, probably forty dollars. The whole exchange reminds me of something illegal.

I mouth the words as he says them, knowing every move of his whole imprudent routine by now. "I'll be thinking about you worldwide," he smirks, that stupid, annoying, smug smirk.

She giggles and I just about throw up. Even the pretty ones fall for it. He gives her one last kiss then sends her off. "Call me," she calls before stepping out of the unmoving bus.

"Thirty minutes, Kendall," I say, trying my best to suppress my disgust.

He hops down, landing on his feet in front of me. My eyes line up with the top of his sternum, right where the collar bones come together in a barely visible horseshoe indent. I sigh at the small deep-red bruise on the base of neck. So fucking stupid.

In a calm tone that I even surprise myself with, I say, "You better cover that up." I nod at the hickey. Kendall laughs because he's an idiot. He's about to say something, but I turn quickly on my heel heading toward the front of the bus. I look down at the screen of my phone. "Ya'll have an interview at Kiss FM this morning, lunch, meet and greet, sound check, then whatever until lockdown," I read out to the both of them.

I look up from my phone to see Logan finally out of his bunk, but not decent. Not decent at all. What. The. Hell. Shirtless was one thing, but pant-less? Not something I ever wanted to see from him. I squeeze my eyes shut forcefully.

I pull a hotel card key out of my pocket and place it on the small table. "Room 214 for showers. Remember, twenty-five minutes."

I turn and reach for the door knob, glad to finally be free.

"Tegan?"

"What?" I answer exasperatedly, not turning around. I need to get off this bus. There's only so much of him I could handle without wanting to punch something.

"Your ass looks great in those jeans."

The anger that has been slowly collecting since I woke him up rose at full force, almost causing my body to shake. My jaw tightens and I flip him off from behind my back, walking off the bus and slamming the door.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. If I didn't need this job so badly, I would've quit weeks ago.

My heels click loudly against the asphalt as I walk the short distance to the other bus. My mood instantly improves as soon as I walk in. The sight of the remaining two members of the band actually awake and fully dressed washing away my anxiety, though the anger stays.

Carlos is talking on the phone with a smile on his face, when he finally looks up at me he waves. While I'm returning the gesture, James walks out of the bathroom, drying his hands with a dark green towel.

"Hey," he says softly, as if not to disturb Carlos' call. He gestures to the back room and I follow him down the length of the bus.

"I can't tell you how happy I am that you guys are ready." I plop down onto the couch and let out a loud sigh. Fox runs over to me, jumping onto my lap. "Hey, buddy," I smile at the puppy, laughing softly as he licks my cheek. James sits down next to me and Fox starts alternating between us, looking for whatever attention he can get. "Can I get him kicked out of the band by filing for sexual harassment?" I ask James, even though I already know the answer.

"Sure," he laughs, "We'll just have Fox here take his spot. He can sing. Right, Fox? Show Teige your singing capability." James makes a mouth shape with his hands while commanding Fox to speak. Fox barks twice and I laugh as James praises his dog. He was like an insane stage dad.

"The way your treat your dog is ridiculous," I tease.

James's face changes immediately, his smile dropping. "The way I treat my what?"

"Your do- Oh god, James. You are not serious," I laugh, remembering the conversation we had a few days ago. The conversation I thought we were kidding about. His expression stays the same, one eyebrow slightly raised as he waits for me to say what he wants. "You're so weird," I mumble under my breath, shaking my head.

"What was that?"

"Fine, Maslow," I sigh overdramatically. "The way you treat your son is ridiculous."

His smile returns at full force, as if it doesn't even matter that I technically insulted him. "Thank you." He scratched Fox between his ears. "But in all seriousness-"

"Don't even say their names," I interrupt. "I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep my breakfast down if you do."

James laughs. He and Carlos both knew about my problems with the guys on the other bus. "They're not that bad, Tegan. I mean they make questionable decisions, but that's just about where it ends. Not that I'm condoning their actions or anything, but you can't penalize them just because they take advantage of their opportunities."

I shoot him a pointed look. "So, say hypothetically you didn't have a girlfriend. Would you be doing the same thing?"

"Well, no-"

Carlos walks into the room and before James can finish, I ask him the same thing. "Carlos, if you weren't with Sam, would you be 'taking advantage of your opportunities' like Kendall and Logan?" I curl my fingers in air quotes around James' words.

His eyes widen in shock. "Uhm, no..?" he answers slowly, confused about the whole situation.

"You see!" I exclaim, eager to get my point across. "Ya'll are the same age, in the same position, have the same opportunities, yet you wouldn't do it. So what makes it right that they can?"

"It's not against the law to sleep with multiple girls, Teige," Carlos says, fully engrossed in the conversation now.

"Just like it's not against the law for me not to like him for it," I counter.

"Wait a second, you said 'he' not 'they'," James says suspiciously. "You said he before too, when you first got here."

Shit. "No I didn't. I said they," I say defensively, my heart beat beginning to quicken.

"No, you said he, which implies that you dislike one of them more than the other." Carlos seats himself on the other side of me.

"But that wouldn't make sense because the reason you dislike them is the same, so why would you hate one more?" James evaluates and I suddenly feel claustrophobic between the two of them. Not because of the lack of space, but because of their prodding questions.

"Ya'll watch way too many cop shows," I say, fighting off the nervousness.

They both ignore me.

James looks up at the ceiling before saying, "So either one of them hits on you more…"

"Or there's another reason why you hate one of them," Carlos adds.

"So now you're finishing each other's sentences?"

They both face me, their eyes boring into either side of my face as I keep my focus on Fox in my lap.

"Who is it, Tegan?"

"Kendall or Logan?"

Growing frustrated about being found out, I furrow my eyebrows. "Why do you guys even need to know?"

"Hmm, I don't know," says James sarcastically. "Maybe because there's two months left of this tour and we're all going to get tired of you complaining after every trip to their bus."

I glare at him. "Rude."

James shrugs then Carlos says, "C'mon, Teige, we already know there's something. You can either tell us now, or we'll just figure it out when all five of us are together."

I sigh heavily, burying my face in my hands. "I slept with him," I mumble.

"You what?" they both gasp in unison.

"Who?"

"Kendall," I groan, my secret finally out. "I slept with Kendall."

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Reminder; In no way am I trying to degrade Kendall or Logan, it's all purely fiction.