Ryn's POV

As I walked down the staircase to the indoor water park of the resort, I couldn't help but notice a large crowd of people standing around through the double glass doors. They seemed to be cheering something on and I prayed that it was a swim meet. Though the sinking feeling in my stomach told me otherwise.

Those Fatal Facade blockheads, Gunnar and Marley, and their idiot leader, Caleb, had been on a rampage since we checked into the resort. I had broken up more fights and cleaned up more drunken messes than I could count and still they continued. I guess getting thrown in jail and almost dying wasn't enough to sober them because they couldn't cool their jets for one minute. Damn, I wasn't getting paid enough to deal with this bullshit! And where the hell was their manager Mason during all of this? Even Kady, who I considered a friend, had been acting out lately. Fuck them all! I swear, if I walked through this door to find one of them in a fight, I'm going to actually kill them. Enough is enough!

I let out a small sigh as I slowly pulled open the door. I was suddenly hit with a wave of heat and humidity, which was surprising considering the blizzard that was cooking outside. Along with the manufactured tropical wave, my ears were assaulted the hoopla of the crowd in the contained aquatic dome.

"Get him!"

"Rip his arms off!"

Suddenly I heard a loud thud against the pavement that made my whole body ache. "Oh, fuck..." I quickly pushed my way through the crowd only to have my jaw drop in horror at the sight in front of me.

"Don't you fucking dare bring that shit up, you selfish bastard! You're the one who screwed us over! We didn't kick you out of the group, your choices did!" Zacky roared, his cheek red and bruising already. He was wearing nothing but his swimming trunks and his body was pulsing with adrenaline and range. Just the sight if Zacky's amazing physic made me weak in the knees but I couldn't get myself off right now: I had a job to do.

I ripped my eyes away from Zacky to see Caleb getting off the floor with blood dripping from his nose. Fuck, another mess to clean up.

"I didn't sell your fucking demo! How many times do I have to tell you that? That bastard beat the shit out of me and stole it!" Caleb raged back, stepping back up in Zacky's face.

"Come on, get out of the way!" I continued to push through the roaring crowd. I had to stop this before it got any more out of hand and we were kicked out of the resort. There was no fucking way I was giving up that large luxurious king sized bed that Zacky and I shared to go back to a bunk. Hell to the no!

"Then how come you got a big paycheck from that asshole for our song! You broke our trust and our friendship!" Zacky sounded madder than I had ever heard him. I knew that if I were to look into his eyes right now that they would be dark and foreign. "So stop telling yourself whatever fucking story you made up when you were to high to remember what you did!"

"You're just pissed because Amy chose me over you! She said I rocked her world in ways that your little dick never could!" Caleb sneered just as I pushed through to the front.

I marched right up and wedged myself between the two hot heads, struggling to push them apart. Hell, I was only 5'6'' and could only do so much! "Alright! Shows over!" I yelled, glaring between them as my temper began to rise.

"Get the fuck out of the way, Ryn," Caleb hissed, grabbing my arm and giving my a firm shove. I stumbled forward toward the crowd as Zacky grabbed the front of Caleb's wife beater.

"Don't you fucking touch my girlfriend!" My heart fluttered lightly at Zacky's words because we had never actually talked about our relationship. I knew that he cared about me and if it had been any other situation I would have kissed. But still, It was nice to know that we were on the same page and that I wasn't a fling.
Caleb laughed and shoved Zacky away again as I stood up to my full height. The crowd responded to the move and I was starting to become beyond pissed. "What, afraid that she'll choose me over you, just like old times?" Caleb sounded so cocky that I could puke.

"Don't flatter yourself, pretty boy," Zacky hissed as he walked back towards Caleb. My eyes momentarily lingered on his tattooed and sculpted chest and arms before I came to my senses.

"Enough!" I yelled, everyone's head turning to look at me. I stormed back up and gave both men a firm shove backwards. Caleb growled and narrowed his eyes at me.

"You're about to get burned little girl!" Caleb growled and I literally laughed.

"Caleb, I said back the fuck off and go back to your room." I said in stern tone as I shot daggers at him.
"What are you my fucking mother?!" He threw his head back and laughed and I fucking lost it.

"I will be your worst fucking nightmare if you don't get out of here. I will burry you and your band so fast that you will never sell another fucking record. I helped to make you this big and I can take you back out in a heart beat, baby." My words were like venom as I spit them out softly at Caleb. He gapped at me for a moment before flipping me off and walking away, tending to his swollen and bloody nose. That was honestly the smartest decision that man has made in weeks! Don't fuck with me buddy! I helped make you!

"Shows over go back to your business!" I yelled to the crowd, shooing them away and dragging Zack over to the pool side. I wanted to make sure this whole mess was dissolved before securely came, which I was sure they would. I was honestly surprised that they weren't here yet.

"What the hell was that?" I hissed once we were alone. I could still see a few people watching us but that was the price of working with famous people. Sure, it was sexy as hell that he stood up for me but we both knew it was bad publicity to fight with rival bands in public. "You know better than to let him antagonize you....it's bad publicity for you, the band, and Fatal Facade. Hell, everything Caleb does is bad publicity so why would you respond?" I look into his green eyes, begging for him open up to me. Come on, Zacky talk to me...

Zacky sighed and sat down at the edge of the pool, pulling me down next to him. "I don't know, alright!" He snaps, pinching the bridge of his nose. "He just fucking pisses me off! He almost ruined our careers when we first started....we trusted him as a friend and he betrayed us....I-I fucking hate him!" Zacky kicked at the water in frustration, splashing both of us in the water.

I bit my lip and looked over at his bruising cheek. This is as far as I had gotten on this story from any of the guys involved. Something happened between Caleb, Matt, and Zacky that rooted them against each other causing each of them to spiral out of control at the mere mention of the other's name.

I put my hand on top of Zacky's and turned to sit on his legs. I carefully took his face into my hands and looked into his brilliantly green eyes as he gave me a weak smile. "Zacky...since I'm you're...girlfriend..." I said and we both smiled. "I just want you to know that you can tell me anything. Maybe if I know what happened between you two I could help..."

Zacky's POV

I stared into Ryn's dark eyes as she spoke, my heart beating wildly in my chest with her every touch. Something about her made me feel whole and happy...I had almost forgotten what that was like. I had dealt with so much shit and people doubting me my entire life that I didn't really know what it was like to trust someone besides my brothers. I chose vengeance as my stage name for a reason and Caleb was part of that.

I can't help but let a smile comes over my face when Ryn mentioned that she was my girlfriend. Shit, I guess she was. We hadn't talked about it but she was always on my mind, even when I was with the guys. I was pissed when she left with out a reason years before but I wasn't about to let her out of my clutches this time. Ryn Casewell was mine.

"I know," I said softly after she reminded me that I could tell her everything. It wasn't that I didn't want to tell her what happened. It was just that the situation pissed me off beyond the point of no return.

"Come on, Zee...you can't leave me in the dark on this..." Ryn said with pleading eyes.

I sighed and looked away from her, taking in a ragged breath. "Back in the beginning, when we first got our record deal and we were playing a shit load of gigs in the area, Matt and I hired Caleb as a roadie along with the Berrys. He was an awesome tech and could step in a a moments notice when Johnny was too sloshed to play. He became a member of the band..." I pinched the bridge of my nose as I recalled the bullshit that happened next. "Well.. Matt and I had been working on a single for Sounding the Seventh Trumpet and Caleb was helping us write. We spent weeks slaving over the sickest fucking song for that album and were pumped to record it."

"So that doesn't sound so bad." Ryn gave me a small smile and stroked my bruising cheek with her soft hand. I instantly relax with her touch and trudge on through the painful memories.

"So long story short, we recorded a demo, it was fucking awesome, and we promise Caleb a cut of the profits for his help writing," I said, averting my eyes from Ryn again. "We entrusted Caleb with the duty of mailing our demo to our new record but they never got it."

"So where did it go?" Ryn looked concern and I couldn't help but let a small smirk pull at my lips. She looked so fucking beautiful right now I could barely stand it.

"We didn't know for weeks. Caleb fucking up and vanished and we kept calling the record label only for them to say they hadn't received shit. When we finally submitted it, they told us that this song had already had a copy right."

"How is that possible if you wrote the song?"

"That's the thing, a week later a version of our song appeared on a radio belonging to some one hit wonder! That fucking bastard sold our song to the highest bidder for a quick buck and we were accused of stealing someone else's shit! The record label wouldn't touch our music and demos for weeks...finally they dropped us." Ryn gasped and all I wanted right now was a fucking cigarette. My blood was boiling thinking about the whole situation. "Luckily we got picked up by another small label that did produce Sounding the Seventh...but he almost killed our careers."

"That's fucking sick and wrong," Ryn scoffed, shaking her head. "But why is he pissed at you?"

"Because when he finally came crawling back after disappearing on a drug and alcohol binge for over six months, he thought he still deserved a cut of the album we were trying to produce. Matt beat the shit out of him and told him that there was no way in hell that he would see a dime after what he did. I guessed that he pissed away his buyout for the single and wanted to keep supporting his habit....We were so embarrassed about trusting Caleb with the whole thing that we never told Brian, Jimmy, and Johnny what actually happened with the single."

Ryn knit her eyebrow at me and I chuckled feeling my anger release slightly. "How could you not tell the guys?"

"Tell us what?" I looked up to see the tower that was Jimmy Sullivan standing above us. He looked down at me with a wicked smirk before shoving Ryn and I into the pool.

The warm water flooded my nose and mouth and I surfaced sputtering water. "What the fuck Jimmy?!" I laughed, splashing him. Without warning Jimmy dived into the water and scooped a screaming Ryn into his arms, earning a whistle warning from the lifeguard.

"You better keep your hands to yourself, Rev," I playfully warned.

"Always...unless she wants them!" Jimmy laughed wickedly before moved to sing Ryn on of his stupid songs. I shook my head and swam towards the edge to see Matt standing there looking a little lost.
"He planned that all the way down here. You have no idea how happy he is that you were right where he wanted you to be," Matt chuckled, though his expression told me that his mind was elsewhere. "What happened to your face?" Matt asked as I tried water by the side of the pool.

"Well at least he got his one shot...and fucking Caleb Parker," I huffed. Matt scoffed and sat down by the edge of the pool. "I shut that bastard up for running his fucking mouth though."

"I can't believe he got a record deal after all that bullshit. The ass thinks he's untouchable...what I wouldn't give to knock him down a peg..." Matt raised his beer bottle to his lips.

"You and me both..." A voice said, causing Matt and I to turn around with raised brows.

Notes

So now we know what is up between Caleb, Zacky V, and Matt. Do you think Caleb is as bad as we all think or is there a misunderstanding? And who also wants to get back at Caleb?

On a side note, I'm thinking of starting a new story where the OCs are inspired by some of you or created by readers! I am also possibly looking for a co-writer. The OCs would be the guys girl friends...so let me know if your interested in making/inspiring a character or co-writing by a comment or message!

This idea was inspired my gingerSMASH....(it looks so much fun to write OCs based on others so I want to give it a go!)