“Nooooo,” Zacky whined, clutching onto my arm as I stormed out of the tour bus, “Don’t go!”

“I have to, Zack, I can’t fucking stay here,” I replied, my voice cracking. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes with every word I said. I ripped my arm from his grip and kept walking in my bare feet. I hadnt stuck around long enough to put my heels on so I just carried them.

“Please, please, please, don’t go,” he begged, grabbing onto my arm again and swinging my body around to face his.

He held my body to his and I sighed heavily before letting the tears fall. He rubbed my back, and let me cry. I couldn’t believe this. I opened my heart too soon without getting to know this guy, and got hurt. I wasn’t ever going to let that happen again...ever.

“You can’t leave us,” Zacky spoke softly finally, after I had calmed down into a fit of sniffles.

“Why? Why can’t I leave?” I cried, pushing myself off of him and rolling next to him on the ground.

“Because... you just can't,” he said nervously.

“Yeah, well Matt’s a fucking asshole,” I responded bitterly, "Who does that? Why would he act like I was some fucking god send when he doesn't even know me. Who screws with people's emotions like that?"

“Babe,” a voice spoke from the tour bus. I turned around to see Matt standing there with red, puffy eyes.

“I’ll leave you two alone then,” Zacky said, walking towards the tour bus. When he went past Matt up the stairs he whispered something to him and Matt shut his eyes in a sigh.

“Goodbye, Matt,” I sniffed, picking up the pieces of myself, and getting ready to walk towards the nearest road.

“No, Ariel,” he breathed, suddenly appearing at my side, “I’m so sorry,”

“No, you’re not,” I said simply, fighting more tears, “You love her, and you’re not sorry for loving her, so don’t apologize,”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said quietly, avoiding my gaze, "I didn't know this was going to happen. If I did, I would have never done what I did and I'm so sorry,"

“You know what?” I laughed cynically, “I don’t even care,”

“Why?” he asked. I could hear his breath catch in his throat.

“Because, we both know that we needed a good fuck before we go back to the people who we actually love,” I stated, boring holes in Matt’s bloodshot eyes.

“Ariel, damnit, it’s not fucking like that!” he tried to touch me, but I ripped my arm out of his reach, "Please, Ariel..."

“Fuck you, Matt,” I spat, turning on my heel and walking away, “Or better yet, go fuck your whore. God knows that you two don’t have any issues to resolve or anything,”

“Ariel!” Matt called after me, but didn’t move from his spot, “Ariel, I think I love you,”