A/N: I just want to thank those who reviewed about my chapter mix up. That was an epic fail of me. If you liked that chapter, the story is called No Ordinary Girl. You can find it on my profile. Please leave a review if it's not that much of a bother. I haven't gotten that many, so it would make my day. If you do, I'll either give you an honorable mention or reply to it.
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Chapter 4
Scarlett's POV
"Let go of me!" I yelled. I couldn't see who was pulling me, but it was over soon enough. A bunch of guards separated us and I ran backstage, just a tad humiliated. Kelly winced sympathetically and the guys took their turn on stage. I sighed, making a pattern on my thigh with my index finger. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I just wasn't used to humiliation. One of the stylists stood up, observing me.
"Are you alright?" he asked. "Does anything hurt?" My cheeks heated up. I felt like a four year old.
"No, I'm fine," I confirmed. I watched Big Time Rush through the curtain and they were doing incredibly. At the moment, they were singing the song Nothing Even Matters. It was mostly Logan and he had a nice, unique voice that I enjoyed listening to. They finished about 36 minutes later, but it went by so quickly. James was the firs person to reach me.
"You okay?" he asked. I nodded, but I felt kind of worn out now. I tried to smile and act as if nothing happened.
"Uh huh. Let's just go sign some autographs, okay?" James slowly nodded and put an arm around me. We sat down in separate booths close to the crowd, who stood in a mile long line. The first fan was a guy with a bunch of his friends with him. They laughed idiotically.
"You're hot," the redhead said. I rolled my eyes discreetly. I've heard that somewhere before.
"Thanks," I said, signing the CD in the shortest one's hand. They left and they're presence was replaced by a girl that looked to be eleven years old. She had honey blond hair and friendly eyes. She held out her hand for me to shake.
"Hi, I'm Kayla. Would you sign my sweatshirt? I'm trying to save trees," she said. I uncapped my Sharpie and signed her back.
"That's very smart of you," I said. Truthfully, I probably wouldn't do it if I didn't have to, but this girl was making a difference.
"Thanks. If you'd like to help out, this is my email," she told me, holding out a small slip of paper. I nodded slowly and put it in my back pocket. I probably would forget about it within an hour. Kayla left abruptly and a woman who looked maybe 20 came up. She had a grimace on her face and I gasped.
"You're the person that pulled me into the crowd!" I exclaimed. She nodded and smirked.
"Yup. You did have it coming," she said. "You are such a bad example and you kinda dress like a hooker." My mouth fell open, but I remembered I had to keep cool. I didn't wanna end up in rehab again.
"Look lady, I except criticism, but you don't have to say it to my fa"—
"And you're music sucks."
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. I lunged for her, a battle cry bubbling out of me. It was a full on cat fight between the two of us. Once again, I was pried away by security, but this time, I didn't resist.
"Let go of me! It's not my fault!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I saw Logan gaping at me in my peripheral vision.
"Miss, you need to remain silent," one of the guards said. He dragged me back to a small depressing room that contained Kelly. She was not smiling. One guard left the room, but the other stayed.
"Sit," Kelly said. I sat down in a chair across from her, putting my feet up on the table and crossing my arms. "You need to learn how to control your anger, Scarlett. You could be put in a rehabilitation center and that would ruin the whole tour." I glared at my shoe.
"That's not fair! She started it!" I argued. I turned to the guard for help, but he remained silent.
"I don't care who started it Scarlett. It just needs to stop. Do you understand?" I didn't respond, but Kelly took it as a yes. "Good. Then let's go." I followed her out the door and we headed on to the bus. I stomped into my room and shut the door, prepared to never come out again.
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James' POV
"Is Scarlett okay?" I asked. Even though she had left, we still had to finish our signing. I was kind of concerned about what happened. Kelly was sitting by the counter once again, on her phone. She looked up when she heard my voice.
"She's fine, but she needs her space," she explained. "You guys can go to your room and later you can go off and have your free time. Tomorrow, we head to Nevada." Carlos smiled.
"The land of Vegas," he said. Kelly stared at him.
"Don't even think about it." We all went into our shared room and sat on our beds. I shared a bunk with Carlos, me under him. Kendall shared one with Logan. Logan sighed.
"I can't believe she would get into a public fight. It'll be all over the Net soon," he said. I didn't say anything because there was no way I could defend that.
"She probably had good reason," Kendall pointed out.
"Thanks," a voice said. We all turned to see Scarlett in the doorway. Logan opened his mouth to speak, but closed it. He couldn't take back what he said now. Then Scarlett looked straight at me.
"Ready for our date?" she asked.
A/N: I don't encourage violence, people. That was what could happen if you did get into a fight. And go read Fish Stick Friday's No Way Out. It totally rocks! See ya!