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You Think You've Got It, Don'tcha?

Chapter Seventeen

It had to be about noon before I woke up. But it wasn't. It was about 11:30 and I was fucking starving. I sat up and looked around, taking in the view of my bedroom. It was dark, and the curtains were closed. From downstairs, I heard a metallic clanging, and with each second it drew closer. Was that someone hitting a pot with a spoon or something? After about a minute, I seen Matt burst into my room, beating on a pot with a spoon.

"Wake your ass up, Haner!" He yelled. "We're going booty huntin'!"

"What the hell, man!" I shouted. "Get the heck out of here I just woke up." I groaned and dragged my thin fingers down my face, then back up to rub my temples, and I shot him a stern look. "And what do you mean by 'booty huntin'?" I questioned, perking a brow. He dropped the spoon and pot and rubbed his shoulder shamefully.

"I kinda cheated on Val and she broke up with me a couple of days ago." He quickly mumbled. I chuckled. Val? Break up with him? I couldn't believe it. That woman did have some sense. Good for her.

"You should be ashamed of yourself, boy." I scolded. He looked like a five-year-old that had just gotten in trouble for eating a cookie he shouldn't have touched. Which summed up the cheating thing. He knew it was wrong and he did it anyway.

Fucking idiot.

"Yeah, yeah, save it. You're not my daddy. And freaking Amy called me back, too and asked what happened with me and her. She isn't very happy." He said. Amy was Matthew's older sister, and she played a lot of sports, and was especially protective when it came to hurting the twins, Michelle and Valary. I would never hurt Michelle. And as I thought of that, the previous night raced through my head, how Ryden had been so upset because I didn't tell her about Michelle. I was an idiot too, I thought. As I zoned off, I could hear Matt clapping and snapping his fingers in front of my face, which snapped me back to the situation I was trying to take care of.

"Oh..." I zoned off, "Yeah, yeah, that isn't good." I said, shaking my head sleepily then laid back down. "I'm going back to sleep. I'll go with you some other time. Y'know, when I'm in the mood for a one night stand." I retorted. He shook his head also and turned around to walk out the door.



*VAL'S POV*

I couldn't stop thinking about the words that Matt had said. How he admitted to cheating. It had only been a few days since the rather harsh breakup happened, and I don't think I could move on very fast. Or at all for that matter. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Oh, how I would have loved to punch the mirror and watch it shatter in front of me. I was just so hurt, and I couldn't figure out an appropriate way to express my feelings. I shrugged, and I reared my fist back, then threw it forward, making my fist collide with the glass in the victorian frame that it was outlined in. I drew my hand back and held it, holding back tears.

The hurt like hell and my hand was bleeding everywhere, I just felt so stupid for doing that. I picked up my phone from the side of the sink and I dialed 9-1-1, considering that I would barely be able to drive and I was pretty sure I'd bleed out in a few minutes.

"Nine One One what is your emergency?" A female voice asked. I was sobbing uncontrollably and I could barely get the words out.

"I-I punched my mirror and I'm bleeding everywhere, and I can't feel my hand. Can you send an ambulance as soon as possible?" I asked, looking down at the blood pooling up in the sink.

"We sure can. Can you tell us your address?" She asked. I told the woman my address, and she told me all I needed to do was calm down and wrap my hand in a towel, and wait outside. I did as she told and hung up, reaching for a towel and I wrapped it tightly around my hand, keeping pressure on it and I walked outside.


*ZACK'S POV*

It was about 1 in the afternoon, and Ryden and I had just been sitting there all morning talking about our hobbies and what we liked. We were inside of course, because Ryden was white as hell and didn't want to burn her precious white skin. I didn't get it, honestly. She'd at least need a tan.

"...And afterwards Brian ended up letting me put him in one of my old dresses that was too big for me. He looked gorgeous, lemme tell you." She laughed, sitting back on the couch. I had my arm draped across the back of the couch, and when she sat back, I wrapped it around her shoulders.

"I feel like you've already told me this before." I chuckled, rubbing my beard with my thumb and index finger. While she was going on about how she dressed up Brian and how she walked in on him and his ex girlfriend having sex, I was talking to Brian and Matt about starting a band, and everyone sounded legitimately cool with it.

"Hey, you wanna know something awesome?" I asked. She nodded excitedly and moved closer, looking up at me.

"What is it, honey bunches?

"Please, don't call me that." I smiled, kissing her nose. "The guys and I are going to start a band. How does that sound?"

Her eyes widened, and she smiled big. "Really? That's awesome!" She said. "I would love to go around and touring with you guys if you get big or anything. That's be amazing." She gushed. I could tell she was genuinely excited about us thinking about starting a band and she would be just the support that I would need.

"That's good." I told her, "Because later on we're going to meet up and have a few drinks and talk about it all, and the auditions for a drummer and bassist. I think we need to put an ad in the town newspaper? I dunno...?" I trailed off. She patted my chest lightly and nodded.

"That's fine, babe. Can I come?" She asked. I nodded. I didn't see why not, I mean, she was my girlfriend after all. I hadn't told the guys yet. I think I'll tell them at the meet up.

"Of course you can. I don't see why anyone wouldn't want you to." I said. squeezing her shoulder. She gave me a light nod, and smiled again. "And when we get big, we'll have our own bus. How does that sound? Hm?"

"I think it sounds fine." She agreed. I grinned.

"Thought so."

Notes

The POV will be changing a lot within the next few chapters because of the whole band audition thing and Valary cutting her hand open and stuffs. but yesh! Otherwise I hope you guys like it! Comment? Vote? Subscribe!

Comments

What an asshat

MoMo_92 MoMo_92
6/27/16

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thank you!

Maggie Baker Maggie Baker
6/26/16

Love it

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6/26/16

Hahaha

MoMo_92 MoMo_92
1/28/15

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1/28/15