[BLAKE'S POV]

I was just about to look for Kate hen all of a sudden my phone buzzed telling me that someone sent me a text message. I opened it and saw that it was from Kate. She told me not to look for her since she would be with Caleb. I desperately wanted to text back 'Go ahead and fuck your life all over," but I knew that wouldn't end up well.

I didn't understand why she was still hanging around with that guy. I've learned to hate him because of what he did to Kate. I'd expect Kate to hate him like hell too since he hurt her but Caleb turned things around by using his 'charm' which to me seemed annoying and unfair for Kate. How was she supposed to shoo those good looks away? He wasn't even that handsome but he did have a way with words so either way the whole thing was still kinda biased.

I was packing up the merch as the day ended and just forgot about Caleb and Kate and whatever the hell they were doing. It didn't matter to them what I was doing so why should I go and wonder if they were in some kind of trouble or not?

Once I got everything packed back in boxes, I brought them over to the trunk of the FTSK bus. I stretched out as soon as I got it in and walked back to the venue as I checked the time on my phone. It was roughly 9:32 in the evening and there was nothing more to do. Maybe I packed up a little too early but I was starting to get tired of putting on a big bright smile for a show.

I walked over to the bar across the street. Tomorrow was a day off so why not party tonight, right? Well it wasn't like the bands weren't going to put on a show tomorrow but someone was willing to take over for me so I had no worries practically.

"Yo, I need a shot of whiskey," I called to the lady bartender who smirked before pouring me a shot of whiskey.

"What's a pretty boy like you doing here alone?" she asked as I downed the shot and asked for another.

"Well, I'm hoping to get lucky tonight," I said looking at her as she poured me another shot.

"Well, be careful out there. Too many hearts have been broken out on the dance floor," she said winking at me before attending to the rest of the people who arrived.

I smirked before I downed another drink. I asked for more than just whiskey when the bartender came back. I needed something stronger, something to build my game up for me. I needed the amount of alcohol that could pump me up enough to get some girl to dance and then maybe knock me out after I hit it hard with her.

Now maybe I might sound cocky or something but I don't know. It's been a really long time since I've done something like this and I think I was starting to miss it.

"Hey, you didn't tell me you were getting trashed tonight," the annoying voice I wanted to seriously get rid of popped up from behind me.

"What do you want?" I asked bluntly and she raised an eyebrow.

"That's no way to treat your girlfriend," she said flipping her blonde hair. Her very presence makes me want to puke.

"Who said I had one?" I countered as I walked away from her.

"Look, maybe I'm not your girlfriend but I know how to have fun," she seduced and I rolled my eyes.

"Back off, whore," I told her and she dropped her jaw and walked away.

More drinks kept coming and I was getting more and more wasted. My vision was blurry and I was about to ask this girl to dance when suddenly, someone splashed her with some kind of fluid. She got wet which I thought was sorta sexy and then stormed off.

I looked up to see who might have done that and even in my hazy vision, I saw the same blonde head that has been bothering me since night one on tour. She bought a shirt from the FTSK stand and I just so happened to man the booth. She was all over me and I did nothing but play along but then she started following me everywhere. I gave her a chance when we met here at the bar and realized that she talked too much and was so stuck up on herself. I didn't even want to talk to her but she was the one who kept blabbing about some things that I was too bored to hear.

"So what's the deal with you and that chick that's with Caleb?" She asked taking the stool of the girl who just walked out.

"It's none of your business," I said as I drank the contents of the beer bottle I was holding.

"Oh, come on," she said pushing her fake boobs together to make them look bigger. I seriously wanted to barf but I didn't want to make a scene so I lifted my eyes up to her face not wanting to save the picture in my head. "You can tell me anything,"

"No I can't. I don't even know you and vice versa," I stated getting more and more irate with her.

"Well, I do know who you are and what you do. As for me, my name is Stephanie but you can call me Steffy or whatever you want to," she said with a big smile.

"How about I call you 'whore'?" I mumbled but luckily she was too preoccupied with her hair.

"Look, I really do want to get to know you, believe it or not," she said freaking me out.

"Stay away from me," I told her as I hopped down from the stool and got a brunette to dance with me. Blondes weren't really my thing.

I was dancing when all of a sudden that Blonde Bitch pushed her out of the way. I rolled my eyes as she tried to take her place and walked back to the bar to get more washed up. I can't believe she was so desperate. It was almost stalker-ish.

"I just want to know about that chick and what she is to you," she said walking up to me. "That's seriously all I want to know,"

I was getting so irritated and I was furious. "She's nothing but a girl who's wasting her life away with some guy who's bound to play her, okay? She was my everything, my life, the whole reason for my being. I was going to ask her to be mine but it never happened because life isn't fair. I wanted to be with her and this is where I ended up – talking to some hoebag who's too full of herself and who's practically stalking me just to get some info on some person that she doesn't even know!" I exclaimed quickly and caught her off guard. Maybe she couldn't process it. Hell, I didn't care anymore.

"I-"

"Shut the fuck up, I don't want to hear it," I interrupted and she stomped away.

"Wow, that was just wow," someone said from behind me.

I turned my head to the side and seeing a familiar red head clapping his hands silently.

"What do you want Turman?" I asked him but turning to the bartender for another beer.

The bartender handed it to me as Caleb walked towards me. "Not much really. I just never knew you liked her that much," he said leaning his back against the marble countertop of the bar. He was looking at the people on the dance floor grinding.

"This is none of your business," I said bitterly and he looked at me with an eyebrow cocked up.

"Dude, it is 'coz she's mine now and there's nothing you can do about it and I don't want you messing up the relationship we have," he said frankly as I took a big gulp of beer. I was getting restless and ticked off. This was a bad night for me.

"Dude, I don't care about what you just said," I said starting to slur my words.

"You should care," he said now standing right in front of me and going up against my grill. "She's mine and she's untouchable so you should just back the fuck off. I heard what you said to her about me and I think it would be best if you just shut your mouth 'coz everything that's coming out of your mouth are lies," he said through gritted teeth.

I rolled my eyes as I got out of the stool that I had been sitting on. "Dude, you guys are only friends." I said laughing at how silly he was sounding. Why was he lying about this? He's quite the definition of stupid if you ask me.

He seemed to get really pissed at this and suddenly shifted from a mocking mood to a fierce mood but I wasn't scared. Come on, that guy? These muscles weren't built for nothing, you know.

I needed some action to get this whole place alive. It was starting to get really tense and just as I was about to say something, Caleb punched me across the face. Weak.

I punched him right back with a right hand and then we got into a brawl. People started screaming and a crowd was forming around us. We were circling each other and right when I was going to give him a superman punch, he struck an uppercut. Now I was bleeding but I didn't just let him go. I punched him hard across the face that knocked him to the ground. Once I took him down, I got on top of him in full control as I gave him a little ground and pound. He started bleeding and then turned us over. I defended myself as he tried to strike punches.

You see this is where Caleb was mistaken. I have had mixed martial arts training from when I wanted to be an MMA fighter. I was going to pursue that dream but I didn't have the money. I needed to save up first. That's why I agreed to selling merch for the band. Well that wasn't really the only reason. The guys were my friends too. Caleb and I used to be friends too but well I guess Kate made us drift apart.

I pushed him off of me and got up and was about to pounce when a big police officer grabbed me from the back. Another one had Caleb and they led us to the door.

They pushed us out of the bar but wanted nothing else to do.

"Why the hell are you doing this, huh?" I asked him as we began to circle again. I spit blood on the ground before us as he glared at me.

"You started it," he said passing the blame to me.

"You were the one who came up to me," I said passing it back.

"You were getting stalked and you were getting pissed off by some slut who seemed to know you so I just wanted to see what that was all about," he said laughing and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I don't know her and she didn't know me. She was nothing but a whore who wanted to get all up on this," I said bragging as I emphasized my body.

"Well too bad Kate wants this better than that," Caleb said pointing at himself.

I lunged towards him and started pounding on his face.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Guys, break it up. Violence never solves anything." I heard some guy say. I didn't really know who it was 'til I looked up and saw John O'Callaghan, Alex Gaskarth and Kyle Burns.

"What the hell happened here?" Kyle asked and then Caleb got up.

Caleb and I just kept silent as we continued to glare at each other.

"Dude, you should just go get a life," Caleb said totally ignoring everyone that came and stopped the fight.

"Yeah, speak for yourself." I said and he spit blood to the side ready to lunge himself at me but John held him back. For a pretty thin guy he was actually kinda strong.

The banters went on for a while until suddenly Alex had an outburst.

"Guys, what the fuck is wrong with the two of you?! We're all supposed to keep it friendly here and here you guys are wrecking the peace and family that this tour was supposed to bring us in to. And you did this for what? You did this all for a girl? A girl that neither one of you have?" he complained. "You guys should take a look at yourselves and realize why exactly I'm angry right now because you two are too messed up."

We all turned to Alex but we all knew he was right. I looked back at Caleb who refused to meet my eyes.

"Fuck this," Caleb said still furious as he walked off to a certain direction. He wasn't walking towards the bus which was a good thing.

I watched him walk away first before I made my way to the venue where it was starting to feel more and more empty. I needed to wash off so I got on the bus and washed my face. He got some pretty good punches in but I wasn't as messed up as he was. His face was totally battered by my fists.

I walked out of the bathroom just in time to see Kate pacing in the back of the bus.

"What are you doing?" I asked casually grabbing an icepack from the freezer and pressing them against my fists.

"Oh my, what happened to you?" she asked completely ignoring my question.

"Well, Caleb and I got into a fight," I said calmly and her eyes opened up wide.

"W-what?" she stuttered and attended to my fresh wounds.

"I said he and I got into a figh-"

"No I get that part but why?"

"Well I guess it was because he was being a dick to me," I said and she sighed heavily and I winced as she pressed the icepack harder down my knuckles. "Whoa, ease up on the ice," I said alarming her.

She let me handle the icepack and sat down on the table in front of me.

"I'm really sorry about him," she said and I shook my head.

"You shouldn't apologize for him. It's not your fault," I told her placing the ice on my hands not caring if it hurt or not.

"I think it is," she said and just then Caleb came on the bus.

Did he want more trouble? I hope not.