Ariel's Point of View:

I heard Justin's cell phone ring about fifteen minutes after I hung up with Destinee.

This was the most fucked up plan she had ever had, and most of her really good ones were pretty nasty; I almost felt bad for what was coming to Justin...almost. She had called the police, leaving an anonymous tip to them that Justin was a drug dealer who had been transporting drugs over the boarder...which he really didn't, but nonetheless a few minutes later a police car pulled up in front of the house. I had texted her when the cop pulled in the driveway and she called Justin, pretending to be our neighbor, Sarah. She told Justin his brand new 2012 black Dodge Challenger was being looked at by an officer, while waiting around the corner for him to run out and leave to go to talk to the police. Then, she had told me to sneak out of the back door of our first level apartment and we'd fucking book it to L.A. Yeah, she was a genius.

After hearing him silent on the phone for a few seconds, a frustrated scream erupted throughout the house, causing a smile to form on my lips. This was my one and only opportunity. Being only 8:30am, I crawled on my bed over to my window, and peeked out into the driveway. I could see his mouth moving, forming curse words at the cop who kept his hand over his gun the whole time. I had never felt so free in my life. After making sure that Justin was preoccupied, I grabbed my duffel bags and bolted from the house. I saw Ash's car turn the corner, and without even waiting for the car to come fully to a stop, I hopped in, shut the door, and I was fucking out of there.

Matt's Point Of View

I glanced at my watch, it read 5:56pm. I hadn't gotten out of bed yet, and I wasn't planning on it either. Although all the other guys were excited about being back in Huntington, I really wasn't. I didn't want to go back to the place where I had met Valary. She wasn't supposed to be on my mind anymore. It's hard enough seeing Michelle almost everyday, since they're almost exactly alike. Even though Brian and Michelle aren't together anymore she still comes around. Valary refuses to even talk to me. I can't imagine how hard it's going to be for me when we finally do get to Huntington, and all of those memories come flooding back to me. I might as well just sleep until I die. At least that way, I'll always have Valary.

"Hey Matt, guess what!" I heard Brian say, before he popped his head through the bunk curtain.

"What?" I replied, my voice unusually raspy; I cleared my throat and tried again, "What?"

"Jesus dude," Brian spoke, yanking the curtain back and giving me a once over, "Zacky said you looked rough, but I didn't think it would be this bad,"

"Thanks, asshole," I growled, shutting the curtain on him.

"Damn, man, chill out!" Brian grinned, pulling the curtain back once again, and smiling, "Get up, get a shower, shave, and look pretty, my man! We're scoring some babes for you tonight,"

"Dude, I don't want to even turn over, much less get up," I said, rolling my eyes at his enthusiasm.

"Here, let me rephrase that," Brian said, before putting his fist up by his lips, then moving it again to say, "Get your drunken ass out of that bunk, before I fucking make you,"

"Like I'm scared of you-" I started to say, but...

"GETOUTOFTHEFUCKINGBED!" Brian said in all one breath, as he practically pulled my arm out of it's socket, making me fall from the bunk onto the floor.

"Okay, okay!" I whined, rubbing my shoulder, "Damn,"

"You gonna get ready now?" he smirked, standing over me.

"Yeah," I grumbled, crossing my arms and pouting like a child.

"Good, 'cause we're almost there," he grinned, and disappeared somewhere towards the front of the bus.

This was going to be a long night.