Caution, there's some-maybe more than some-swearing in this chapter.
Fuck him. Fuck the world. Fuck my life. I should have seen this coming. I kicked a trash can over, ignoring the slight pain in my foot from the action. And what was with Alex? I mean, 'We're your friends' ? I walked into the hotel lobby, and bumped into Cati and Lianna.
"Rosalina!" Cati screeched. "What happened?" I was sobbing too hard so Lianna just gave me a hug.
"Was it Jared?" I nodded, as I tried to calm the constant tears.
"What did he do?" Cati and Lianna both looked concerned.
"The fucking asshole was cheating on some other fucking bitch from some other fucking school. I was so fucking blind I never fucking noticed, and I'm so freaking stupid for believing that I actually would be able to move on!" I took a breath, and I felt my cheeks grow hot. When did I ever swear like that?
Lianna just wrapped me in a hug again, as Cati cracked a smile.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing. I just don't think I've ever heard you yell such profanity before."
"Yes, neither have I and you might want to keep it that way, before we get kicked out of this hotel one night too early. Now, from your tirade Rosalina, I suspect we need a new bus driver?" My cheeks grew really hot, flushing from embarrassment, as I nodded at Trina, who seemed to have joined in on the conversation. Cati burst into a fit of giggles, as did Lianna, while Trina was trying to calm them down. I cracked a half smile as the staff gave us dirty looks.
"Look, I'm…I'm going up to my room. Okay?" The smile faded from my face and the giggles disappeared. They nodded, giving me looks of pity. I didn't want their pity. I don't need it for crying out loud! It wasn't their fault though. No, of course it wasn't their fault. I trudged into the elevator, and went up to my room, and began to pack up most of my clothes. I cleaned up the mess around me and Lianna's bed, and finally laid down on one of them. I sighed, and let the tears come again. Looking up at the ceiling, I stared thoughtfully at it until my world seemed to fade. I fell asleep to a dream of a brown haired boy kissing someone backstage. As they broke apart I could see the girl's face clearly. It was me. I could also see the boy's face too. Well, what do you know? It was Nat.
Nat POV
The bus pulled to a stop, letting us off in the front of the hotel we were staying at. We were now in New Orleans. Our new bus driver was a girl, about 23. The whole ride down, she talked about skateboards, and dirt bikes. Needless to say Alex was talking to her the whole time.
I loved her. I loved her. Now what am I supposed to do? Christa came up to me and wrapped her arms around me. I looked at her, and smiled when she smiled back. I should be happy, I should feel alright. My thoughts took a dangerous turn. I should break up with Christa. I shouldn't lead her on. I shouldn't allow her to keep saying I love you. I shouldn't say it back to her. I should go and hug Rosalina. I should go and make sure she was alright.
But for some reason I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't bring myself to do anything I knew I should be doing, anything that could upset the balance on the tour. Anything that I knew would tear someone's heart apart. I felt like a coward. I looked at Rosalina as she got out. Her eyes were still red, and it looked like she was still crying. But over what? We got out and went to the hotel.
"Hey Nat, do you want to,"
"Sorry Alex, I can't."
"You haven't even heard what I was going to say!" I walked away from my stunned brother, speeding up my pace to catch up with Rosalina and Maya. Maya just glanced at me, and turned away when Rosalina asked her a question.
"Could you see it coming? Could you?"
"No, I couldn't, Rosalina, I'm sorry, but don't you think you should get over him by now? After what he did to you?"
"I am over him. I can't believe he had the nerve though."
"Who had the nerve to do what? Nat, to kick you out of the band?" Rosalina stopped suddenly, turning around to glare at David.
"No, not at all."
"Then who?" I finally found my voice, after staring at her for so long.
"You really want to know? Jared. Okay, it was Jared. He's the reason." She turned away and practically ran to her hotel room after checking in.
"Nice going. You're all she needs right now." Maya jogged after her, muttering about idiots, and guys. Sighing, I went to check into my room. We had to perform here twice, once tonight and one tomorrow afternoon. I set up my keyboard, playing a few scales absentmindedly. I heard the door open, and heard a bag drop to the floor with a 'thunk.'
"Hey Alex."
"Hey dude." He opened the mini fridge, exclaiming in delight that they had milk. I could feel his eyes on my back.
"What do you want Alex? I'm trying to practice here."
"No, you're trying to avoid Christa." My hand stopped mid-scale.
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"You don't know everything Alex."
"But what I do know is that you still care for Rosalina, and you're fighting to keep caring for Christa." I glared.
"Look, can you just leave me alone or something? I have to practice." Alex snorted, and I could still feel his eyes. I snapped.
"Look! I don't wanna date Rosalina again! All she's done is mess up the band and our relationship! I'm done with her Alex! And obviously she's done with me too okay? That Jared guy will probably be back and apologize to her, and she'll probably forgive him, because she's Rosalina and everything always works out for her, and she never cares about anything else but herself!" Alex just stared, his milk carton slipping out of his hand. I caught it, and set it on the little table between the two beds.
"That's not all true you know."
"You don't know anything." I replied miserably.
"I know enough that Rosalina would never take him back. Because she became too proud. Too proud to beg at other's people's feet, to proud to ask to be let into the band again. And you, and all the other guys know it too."
"Yeah, well, her relationship with Jared is all sunshine and roses. So even if I did still like her, it's not like I have a chance. Not that I do or anything." I said way too quickly, realizing my mistake.
"Right." After a few more moments and scales, Alex opened the door.
"I have to go. Maybe you should try talking to her though dude. Or, both of them maybe. Rosalina and Christa." He looked at me pointedly before shutting the door again. I stopped, sighed, and looked at the closed door again.