Rosalina POV

Where is Jared? He's probably at the tour bus. I was thinking about had told me earlier. He was going to leave us in Miami. I thought about it a bit, as I wandered around the lobby, to see if Jared would show. Nope. I found our tour bus, and stepped inside, hoping to find Jared. He wasn't there, so I went behind the bus. I stood stock still, as I watched my 'boyfriend' grind against some chick.

"What the fuck!" I yelled, tears threatening to fall. Jared and the blonde girl broke apart.

"You're interrupting," She started hotly, but she could hear Jared.

"Rosalina-It's-It's not what you think!"

"Who is she!"

"Who are you!" I fired back at her. She flipped her hair over her shoulder. "I'm Mina. His girlfriend."

"Yeah, well, I got news. I was his girlfriend too!" Jared was slowly backing away, but I covered the short distance in seconds.

"You JACKASS! I can't believe you!" He was stuttering nervously, and I was firing a string of profanity towards him. Suddenly, I got really quiet, and so did he.

"How long." Mina laced her voice with venom.

"Well-"

"How long!" I screeched, losing any sanity I possibly had left in me.

"Three weeks." He gulped. "You both were in-in different schools in Tennessee."

"And that's supposed to MATTER!" I yelled, my voice cracking. I took another step towards him, feeling his hot breath on my face. I brought my hand back, and let it connect across his face. I was wearing a ring, which cut into his cheek and broke skin. Stumbling back, he fell into Mina, who had the same rage in her eyes. Pushing him away, she snorted in disgust.

"I hope you go to hell! How many more girls do you have wrapped around your finger? How many more, were stupid enough to trust you! I hate you!" My voice had broken, halfway through. Mina had fire, alight in her eyes, and she had no problem finishing the sentence. She slapped him on the other cheek, and promptly burst into tears.

"I'm finding another bus driver. Leave. Scram. NOW!" I screeched, and he was already dialing his cell phone, scrambling away from me. Mina walked off, without a word. And a second later, I heard a taxi pull up, and the loud sobs fading. The parking lot the bus was in was deserted. No one was around, and I had no desire at all to go back into the restaurant. Leaning against the bus, I decided to let the tears fall. For everything. I sobbed my heart out right there on the pavement, my head in my arms, hugging my knees to my chest. I felt pathetic. Everything seemed so wrong. I knew I wasn't really crying about Jared though. I was crying over losing Nat. I was crying over losing the band's trust. I was crying over my life, about every single thing that possibly needed crying about. I felt like I was crying buckets, and I knew I was as I felt my arms become soaked. I felt my tears pour down my face, and I felt the hopelessness surround me, wrapping me up, and hiding me away.

Nat POV

Me and the guys walked around to the back of the bus, making sure that all of our stuff was in there. We were leaving in the morning, and we didn't feel like having to check this in the morning. It was a little after lunch. I stopped short, and Alex colliding into me.

"Dude, what's wro-Oh." We all could see Rosalina wrapped up in a the fetal position, leaning against the bus, her face buried in her arms. Hearing our footsteps, head snapped up, looking alert. Her face was stained with tears. Biting her lip, she stood up, and walked past us. I was still angry at her, so I ignored the feeling to reach out and grab her hand. But before she disappeared, Alex reached out, and grabbed her arm, almost making her stumble.

"What do you want." She was trying to look mad, but her eyes never sparked with fire. Thomas whispered something about being a crybaby, and then they lit up. They lit up with a rage that none of us had ever seen before. She raised her hand to back hand him across the face, but a realization sparked through her, like she registered he was two years younger than her, and so shouldn't be slapped. Cooper held the wrist of her raised hand delicately, but firm enough to make sure she didn't slap anyone.

"What happened Rosalina?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because we're your friends." David, Quassim, and Thomas scoffed at that, but I remained silent.

"I highly doubt that. If we were still friends, then," She trailed off, leaving then sentence unfinished.

She would be in the band. She would be talking to us, and us to her. We wouldn't be in awkward situations on the tour. The two bands wouldn't be at each other's throats. Christa wouldn't be here. I filled in every possible answer, as she stared off into the distance.

"Alex, she's not going to say anything." It seemed like she was looking everywhere but at me.

"I have to go." She said it so coldly, without any emotion. Like we were talking to some stranger. Well, I guess she was a stranger now. I felt a pang in my heart as I said that. I could still get her back, if I tried. She pulled away from Alex, walking off, without a backward glance. I still didn't understand her. I felt fury burning inside me. At everyone. I walked off, not really knowing where I was going.

"Nat, where are you going!" Quassim yelled at my retreating form. I didn't answer him, as I was a bit focused on why the girl I knew I loved had tears in her eyes.