Uriah picks me up, carries me out of the door and down to the exit. I tense as the familiar, rage-filled blue eyes of Tobias, shine in the moonlight next to my tour bus.
"What's he doing here?" Uriah hisses causing Zeke to roll his eyes.
"I invited him to tour with us." I grip Uriah's shirt at Zeke's words.
"He's not coming with us, Ezekiel," I say sternly.
He rolls his eyes. I call out his name.
"Zeke, please!" I plead but he always dismisses my obvious discomfort when it comes to his best friend.
"Tris, I don't think he'll change his mind anytime soon, just ignore Tobias," Uriah whispers into my ear.
"How?!" I'm fuming now. "I'm just supposed to ignore the man who dumped me so he could have casual sex?!" All eyes land on me but I'm nowhere near intimidated. The old me would cower and hide in Uriah's shirt but not this time. No way. I look Tobias dead in the eyes with a cold empty stare. "Uriah put me down." He hesitates as he watches the brand-new, deadly spark form in my eyes.
"Tris, I don't think that's in any of our best interests -" He nervously tries to persuade me but I grab his arm with a vice like grip.
"Do I need to repeat myself, Uriah?" He shakes his head and lets me down.
I slowly make my way to Tobias; slap him across the face -leaving a bright redness- and walk away.
"I quit the band," I announce and give them a backward salute.
I get an Uber and sit down on the cold concrete behind the venue to wait.
"He left me for a fuck buddy." I chuckle and shake my head. Leave it to Tobias to do something like that.
It's quiet. Too quiet. I don't like it. I pull out my old iPhone from high school, put my headphones on from my purse and listen to MCR. Before I know it - my Uber pulls up. I hop in the backseat, not bothering to take my beats off and start a conversation. Once I get to a hotel I book the cheapest room and flop onto my small bed. I scream and sob and I throw things. As my sobbing subsides I hear a knock at my door.
"Tris I know you're in there I brought whiskey and chipotle." I here Uriah say but the tone he uses tells me the other are there too.
"Leave," I grumble and Uriah somehow gets the door opened. "How did you -" he holds up a key, silencing my questions as the gang walks in. Zeke pounces on me and pins me down.
"You can't leave the band Tris." his tone says business but his chocolate eyes are pleading. I'm practically lost in the dark earthy tone when Uriah snaps his fingers in front our faces. I blush and giggle while Zeke smirks.
Tobias awkwardly clears his throat, making my blush burn brighter. Zeke rolls off of me and lies down next to me. He grabs my hand with a stupid grin plastered onto his face.
Tobias pulls out his phone and dials someone's number, walking over to the other side of the room.
"Hey, yeah it's Tobias," he smiles fondly when the person replies. "Gods, I love your accent. You said to call you if things didn't work out with Tris so..." he trails off while staring into my eyes, his gaze like a portal to the place where he hides his deepest emotions. He looks away. "Ha-ha, don't get too excited." he gets cut off "of course I missed you! I just need some time to get the money to get back home. It'll take me about a month baby." he frowns, "I know that's a long time but its okay I'll see you soon." he pulls the phone away from his ear and frowns at it.
"Looks like the casual sex you accused him of was way more than that." Uriah chuckles.
"Honestly no, it wasn't for me, but for her, it was a full-fledged relationship." Tobias runs a hand through his hair and walks toward the door. "I need to go, I'll probably see some of you tomorrow." and with that, he walks out. I get up and pace around the room, fighting off tears the whole time.
"Everyone leave." my voice cracks and I turn my back to everyone.
"Tris, Love, wait." Zeke grabs my arm and turns me around but shields me from the rest of the group. "Look at me." I gaze into his cocoa orbs when he pulls me close and caresses my cheek, brushing away the tears that ended up slipping down my cheeks. "Listen to me, you don't need him. He doesn't deserve you if he won't even fight for you. and besides, you have me...right?" he blushes and looks down, knowing that he left himself open to get turned down.
"Zeke.. i..."he shakes his head.
"no, its fine, I get it."
"No Zeke I don't think you do." I lift his chin and connect our lips. At first, the kiss is soft but urgent and he grips my waist hard, deepening the kiss and pushing my back against the nearest wall. He pulls back and smirks.
"I think we should stop, there are other people here and if we continue, I won't want to stop." Zeke breathes and lets out a small chuckle when I try to protest. "Plus with the amount of the tension in the room, right now, I'm pretty sure Number Boy just walked in." I tangle my hands in his hair and mumble a small
"So?" Before I connect our lips in another heated kiss.
