AN: Hello! Thanks to suitelife for the review last time! Here is chapter 2, I will be updating every 2 weeks. This chapter picks up just after chapter 1 ends, you find out just what the 'Jett incident' is. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.

The ride back across town from the studio had been tense. Liz was less than thrilled with how I acted toward Kendall and had started to scold me. But luckily for me, she had been interrupted by a barrage of calls. Unluckily though, that meant I was getting the full brunt of my manager's anger now.

"Elle your behavior was completely uncalled for!" Liz chided me as I walked into my airy bright apartment. "You need to apologize to Kendall before you screw this up."

"He made me feel like such a slut."

Liz rolled her eyes. "Exactly, which is why you need to tour with them so you don't look like a slut. Kendall was a little out of control and Gustavo will deal with that. For now, apologize to Kendall and make nice. Call James and ask to talk to him."

I huffed as I sunk into my plush couch. "Fine."

The older woman pulled out her phone. "I have to go, don't forget to update about how excited you are."

"Fine," I mumbled, pouting like a child.

She left shutting the door behind her and I let a few tears slip out. I hated being called a slut and how people assumed I was a whore because of one mistake. When I used to look up my name it was just about my music and tours but now it's always about Jett, that damn video of us that was still floating around the web, or rumor including a drunk or high me.

I opened Instagram and posted the picture of me and the band with a nice filter. I captioned it "Can't wait to spend my summer with these guys! I hope to see you all on the road this summer, more details to come so stay tuned!"

I tagged the guys' personal accounts and the band's account. I saw that I had been tagged in Logan's post and went to comment on it and my heart sank.

BigTimeCrush: Ew why is she on tour with them? Wtf?

LiveLoveLogan: I didn't realize Big Time Rush was on the same level as literal trash.

Some of the comments were even more vulgar, but occasionally there was on from one of my fans.

QueenElle: My skin is clear, my grades went up and my crops are flourishing!

I made an effort to like the nice replies but stopped after being flooded with hate comments from Rushers. It got to be too much so I put my phone down and decided I'd call Kendall to apologize later, it's not like he deserved it anyway.

I turned on the TV and groaned as Newtown High came on. There was Jett in all of his TV glory. He had been a great boyfriend until he cheated on me. I was an idiot and really thought he was the one. Then we went to that damn club and Jett had gotten me a little too drunk and we hooked up. Or at least that's what the public thought happened.

"Baby come on, I said I was sorry about Heather Fox." He smiled rubbing his hands up and down my sides. "Let's just have some fun."

I pulled my dress back down over my thighs and groaned. The bass from the club music made my head pound and I was already a little tipsy, from pregaming on the way to the club. It didn't help that Jett kept pouring drinks down my throat and that we had smoked a little before leaving his place. Going out tonight was his way of apologizing. But it didn't feel genuine because he had brought 3 of his friends with him. He brought out the party girl in me. I wasn't the biggest fan of it. But when he smiled down at me with his perfect Hollywood smile it was hard to say no.

"I-I don't know."

He rolled his eyes and took a shot. He refilled the glass and held it to my lips when I turned away he grabbed my face. "Come on don't be such a bitch, Len."

Taking the shot from his hand, I knocked it back and winced at the burn. "Don't call me Len, you know I hate it."

"Fine, Eleanor. How about you forgive me?" He whispered in my ear. "I won't fuck up again, I'm sorry."

I wanted to say no to him, after all, he had cheated on me but he looked so sincere. "Swear?"

"Mmhmm, now drink this. You're so tense." He handed me a cup and kissed me. "Let's have some fun."

I kissed him back and he poured the drink down my throat. I laughed as some of it dribbled down my chin and onto my dress. He kissed up my neck and ran his hand through my hair. Behind him, his friends snickered and joked with each other. I could barely make it out and just ignored them, they were all dumbasses.

"She's looking pretty fucked up Jett." One chuckled. "What'd you do roof-"

"God, you're so hot, Elle." He said quickly, pressing his lips to mine. "C-Come on let's go."

He helped me stand up and I stumbled over my feet as he led me to the back of the club and into the VIP section. My head was swimming and my mouth felt dry. He sat down on the couch in the dark curtained off room and pulled me onto his lap. I leaned down and kissed him, and he unbuckled his pants. I pulled back and looked around the room.

"Jett what are you doing?"

"We're just fooling around don't be a prude." He tugged my dress up over my thighs. "I miss you, Heather wasn't as fun as you are."

I squirmed as he held my hips in place there weren't many people in the room. Just a few feet away there was a group but they didn't seem to be paying much attention.I didn't want to lose Jett again, he had already cheated. I sighed and felt my body buzzing with alcohol and lowered inhibitions. My head felt dizzy and my limbs were heavy.

"Not out here." I whined. "I'm tired."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed me by the arm. I stumbled through the club as he dragged me behind him, my legs were heavy and my chest felt like it was getting tighter. I could barely stand and Jett led me to the bathroom. "Better?"

I nodded and giggled when he put me on the bathroom sink. He gripped my hips tightly and kissed me, fooling around with him was always fun and I had missed him. But I felt sick to my stomach and sex was the last thing I wanted.

"You're hot." I teased wrapping my arms around his neck. I slurred a little. "I'm s-so drunk, wanna wait til later."

"And high as fuck." Jett just smirked. "You're fine. Let's just do it now

The room spun and my chest felt tight. I felt more than drunk I felt like everything was slowed down. But Jett was pulling down my underwear and too focused on kissing me to notice. Normally he always asked if I was sure but tonight he was moving quickly. I pushed him, trying to get some air.

"I don't know," I said wearily. "My head hurts."

Jett just rolled his eyes. "Don't be a baby Len, you've been more fucked up than this."

He kissed me and wrapped my legs around his waist. He had one hand in my hair and the other on my thigh, he reached up my dress and pulled down my underwear. That's when the panic set in, my breathing was heavy and I squirmed.

"Get off of me!"

"Fuck, Elle." He laughed as he said my name. "So hot. I missed you"

I made a feeble attempt to push him away but he just held me tighter.

"Missed you too." I whispered into his ear."But s-stop, I changed my mind."

Jett just laughed under his breath and kissed my neck.

"Elle, shit." He groaned. "Missed you baby, so fucking much."

The bathroom was hot and his warm body against mine made my breathing feel short. He had his lips on my neck and his hair was in my face. e grunted as he pushed into me, he was clumsy, too high to be gentle.

"I don't want to do this." I whimpered. "Ow, stop it."

"You want this." He chanted into my ear. "You want this right now. You love me, stay still."

Everything was so distorted as I cried. "No. Jett get off! Please. Help!"

"Shut up."

My nails scratched at his face, drawing a bit of blood. "Help me!"

He wrestled my arms to my side and held me tightly. His free hand gripped my face so tightly I could hardly breathe, he was pissed.

"Shut the fuck up. You're slut so you should be used to this."

I was sobbing now. "L-Let go of me."

He kissed me and slipped his hand over my mouth, he laughed again as I tried to free myself. He rocked his hips against mine. This wasn't happening, he wouldn't do this is. I must have been unclear. I wanted to tell him to stop but he had a hand over my mouth. His nails dug into my cheek and my breaths were quick and panicked.

"Lucky I'm fucking you." He told me. "Could be with someone else."

I whimpered against his hand, panic was rising in my chest. He was heavy against me and my eyes burned.

"Shoulda gave you another pill. So tense babe." Jett mumbled to himself and then he sounded amused as he wiped under my eye. "Don't cry just look at me I love you so much. You just gotta shut up okay?"

When he pulled his hand from my mouth he kissed me softly and groaned. I was too drunk to pay attention to anything other than him. Everything was a blur as he fucked me, I knew I should be grateful he wasn't cheating so I swallowed and kept my eyes shut. I didn't kiss him back and could feel him smiling against my shoulder where his face was buried. My body was limp and my heart raced in my chest.

"Love you, so beautiful Len." He gave me a large grin. "Don't you love me?

"J-Jett." I rasped out. "Please."

He tucked my hair behind my ear and rested his forehead on mine. "You're going to show me you love me. You want this, you wouldn't have dressed like this if you didn't." He ripped the neckline of my dress. "You've been teasing me all night."

If I couldn't get him to stop I could at least get it over with faster. So I kissed him and wrapped my legs around him as tightly as I could. I was numb, grateful the drugs had dulled my senses.

"That's better, I fucking love you."

"Love you too," I whispered, pulling his hair. Tears still slipped down face as I let him take advantage of me. "But s-stop."

He shushed me and his hand went back over my mouth. My vision was blurred and everything was fading in and out as black spots appeared in front of me.

"I'll forget this tomorrow," I told myself as my eyes fell shut. "I won't remember this."

This was reckless and meant to be fun and I wouldn't remember any of it. And then I passed out, Jett still grunting on top of me.

It was burned into my brain for the rest of my life.

And even if I hadn't remembered anything there would also be the video and the memory of the final remnants of that night that I lost a few weeks later. None of that mattered, all I had to do was search my name and there it was. The video of me getting fucked by Jett in the bathroom, drunk on vodka and Long Island Ice Teas. Jett's friends apparently had been in there and filmed the whole thing. It was meant to be a joke but after Jett and I got into a fight he had his friend sell the tape. And thus, the 'Jett incident' was born. The video had been picked up by a gossip website and everything happened quickly after that. Some of my younger fans stopped listening to my music, parents called for my label to drop me, I canceled my tour, and I became infamous. After realizing what bad press it was he dumped me, and gave me the silent treatment but wasn't shy about trashing me in the media. He said that he tried to tell me we shouldn't and acted like he was the victim. I had been too drunk to spell my own name let alone tell him I didn't think it was a good idea. The fans I had left defended me, but by then the frenzy was too much. I was branded "Eleawhore" by the media and told I should have been more careful. That it was my fault.

But what the public didn't see was the first half. The way he held me down, how he covered my mouth. They didn't see him wipe away my tears or hear me say no and call for help. It had been edited to look like a run of the mill sex tape. Like I had wanted to do it like he hadn't admitted to drugging me on video. Eventually, Jett was met with backlash because in an interview he said I deserved it because I was drunk. But no one cared, the damage had been done. There was no point in pressing charges everyone already had an opinion. It had been a year since that night and I hadn't forgotten.

And that's what brought me to today. I was trying to reinvent myself and make a comeback.

From where I was sitting I could see my reflection in the mirror above my TV. I looked at myself and sighed, I wasn't exactly what Big Time Rush's opening act normally looked like. I was mixed, my mom had been white and my dad was black so I was something in between. Their past opening acts had all been either white sweet pop stars or other smaller boy bands and both dressed a lot more modestly than I did.

"This isn't even what I would normally wear." I thought to myself. "It's just my brand."

It didn't come as a surprise that people thought I was easy. I sure did dress the part, my tight black skirt barely covered my thighs and I was in a small dark blue and pink floral tank top that let my chest fall out. The eye makeup I wore was shimmery and my dark hair hung down my back. But underneath the makeup, tight clothes and bitchy attitude, it was still just me. I smiled a little as I looked at my pale brown skin and dark eyes, I was still in there. Before I was Elle, Hollywood's latest wild child, I had been Eleanor the normal girl who just wanted to sing. I wasn't going to let my past with Jett or a tour mate let me forget that.

This is why I was touring with Big Time Rush, I had to redeem myself. I had to win people over again and prove I wasn't this awful party girl people assumed I was. I was just someone who got a little too drunk and made a bad choice with someone who didn't see he was taking advantage of me. It was why Kendall calling me those things struck such a nerve. It couldn't be further from the truth. Even though he was in the wrong I knew I had to be the bigger person.

I sighed as I pulled out my phone and the slip of paper with James' number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, James it's Elle."

"Damn you couldn't wait could you?"

I laughed. "No my manager is actually making me apologize to Kendall. Can I talk to him?"

"Really? He was being a dick to you though."

I rolled my eyes, someone understood. "Well if I don't want to look like a slut I have to be nice to you guys. And trust me I'm tired of looking like a slut. Can I talk to him?"

"Yeah, one sec."

I could hear mumbled voices in the background and a groan. Eventually, I heard a less than thrilled Kendall on the other end. "Hello?"

"Kendall it's me, I just uh wanted to apologize for earlier."

"Oh." He deadpanned. "It's a break from fucking Jett?"

"We're not even together anymore you asshole." I spat. "Besides who I fuck is none of your concern. Seriously you need to chill."

"I'll chill when you don't slut up our tour."

"The ink is drying on the contract, I'm here whether you like it or not Kendick." I scoffed in disgust. Either way, I'm not spending all summer defending myself to an uptight asshole."

Kendall muttered under his breath before speaking clearly. "There'd be nothing to defend if you weren't bad for our image, Eleawhore."

After the Jett incident, that was the name that stuck. It followed me like a dark cloud.

I just shook my head. "Oh because that's original. And if you hadn't been boring maybe I wouldn't have to help you get an audience that's actually your age."

"I don't have to be original the tabloids already have called you every name in the book."

"Then shouldn't it go without saying?" I rolled my eyes. When he didn't reply I continued, even more annoyed. "Well if my manager asks I apologized."

"Whatever." He muttered and then he added. "I'm sorry too."

There was fumbling on the other end and then James was back on.

"Elle, you still there?"

I shifted my weight. "Yeah, is he always a massive asshole who slut-shames your opening acts? Or is it just me?"

"I don't know why he's so bothered by you. Gustavo made him tack on that apology at the end, normally he's a pretty nice guy."

My stomach sank a little. "Oh, so it is me?"

James cleared his throat, not giving me a real answer. "The guys and I will talk to him if you want."

"No, no, I don't want to cause any more of a problem."

I already felt like enough of an outcast being on tour with a boy band and while the other guys seemed nice, I didn't want to cause a rift. But James stopped me before I could continue.

"Big Time Rush wants a more mature sound now that we're all in our 20's. It's a great idea to have you on tour. Carlos and Logan were grossed out by how shitty Kendall was too."

The anxious feeling I had dissipated a little bit. "Well, that means a lot to me thanks."

"So you aren't with Jett anymore. Are you seeing anyone?"

His question caught me off guard and I stammered. "No, I'm not. But I'm not really looking for anything serious right now."

James didn't seem to be affected by my answer and just laughed. "Alright, well at least we can annoy Kendall by hanging out."

Despite how upset Kendall had made me earlier I laughed back with James. "Oh of course."

We both were quiet for a moment before James spoke again.

"For what it's worth though I don't think you're a bad person or a slut or anything. I think you're really brave for doing this tour and getting back out there."

A genuine smile warmed my face. "Thanks, that's really nice of you."

"You're welcome. So I'll see you at rehearsal yeah?"

"Bright and early, talk to you later."

When I hung up I smiled maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Regardless of Kendall and his fans being uneasy, I could do this and they wouldn't stop me.

"My past doesn't define me," I told myself as I looked at my reflection in the dark TV screen. "I'm not really like that."

Everything that had happened in the past was just that, the past and I wouldn't let it affect my future. No matter what.

AN: The Jett incident has been revealed. Now you know why Elle is touring with the band. Will she ever get justice and do you think she and Kendall can come to an understanding? Please review and I'll see you soon! Thank you.