Bianca's POV

We were now back in America. It'd been a few weeks since me and Mike had worked things out. Hell I even got him to promise to stop drinking so much. It was going pretty well. I hadn't seen the boys much though. I had been pulled from the tour and replaced by someone else. I never did ask why, remind me to do so when I'm next in work.

"You're moping about again..." sighed Natalie who plonked herself next to me in the cafe.

"I miss the boys, that's all." I smiled towards her, taking a sip of my drink. That was a lie. In actual fact it was myself. I had stopped taking my medication, I'd stopped trying to get better. I had no idea why. "Oh look, Vic's on the cover of this." I pulled a magazine out of my bag & passed it her. A smile instantly appearing on her face.

"Look at him! He's just too adorable" she gushed at the picture. I won't lie, it was a good picture of him. She sat there engrossed, flicking through it. She suddenly stopped on one page, her jaw dropped. She spotted me looking at her and closed the magazine quickly.

"What?" I questioned. "Show me?" She shook her head quickly. "Please?" She didn't give in. I took the magazine from her hands & found the page she was looking at. It was an article on non other than Mike Fuentes. He looked completely off his face & was eating some random chick's face off. Okay, so me & Mike weren't official. Well we were dating sort of, but it wasn't official to everyone else. I slammed the magazine down on the table & walked out.

How could I be such an idiot? He would never change. Never in a month of sunday's would he ever change. I pulled my phone out my pocket & called him.

"Hello?..Oh hey Vic."

"B, erm what's up?"

"Is Mike there?"

"Yeah, in the shower though. I'll get him to call you?"

"Alright then, make it quick though. I have a meeting soon."

I said my goodbye's and hung up. How typical, he was in the shower. More like avoiding me that stupid selfish little boy. If he was here now I'd strangle him. I texted Natalie telling her I'd be home soon, seeing how we shared a place now. I climbed into my car & headed to work. The boys were still in San Diego until Friday. I was praying to god I would not see them. Especially Mike.

***

"Bianca, you're late!" shouted my boss who was sat tapping his fingers on his desk.

"Sorry." I mumbled, sitting myself across from him. "What is it you wanted?"

"I know you're upset about me pulling you from the Pierce The Veil tour but I had no other choice." he paused for a minute. "..I'm setting you up with another band who are due to start touring in a months time. You may of..." he was cut off by his office phone ringing. He answered it, putting it on loudspeaker. "Fuentes is here sir..." chimed the assistant.

I mentally slapped myself in the face. Damn it. Please don't be Vic or Mike. "Excuse me Bianca." he smiled, waving behind me to tell someone to come in. I didn't dare turn around. That's when he spoke. My blood began to boil at his voice. I turned around, flashing a smile. Hiding my anger. I didn't want him to know I knew. Maybe he'd be man enough to tell me about his dirty little hook ups.

"Oh hey Bianca." Don't you 'Hey' me. selfish prick

"Alright Mikey?" Too obvious I was hiding something?

"Fuentes, what's the problem?" my boss chimed.

"The new tour manager. He's a proper nightmare! We want Bianca back." Oh hell no, I am not coming back. Not again. You can screw the fuck off. "He's too much, the fact he made Vic clean the whole tour bus for no reason proves it." Not even I did that, okay so I made them clean up after themselves but I wasn't that harsh.

"Fuentes, you will do as your told. Otherwise you will lose our services." my boss retorted. That wasn't really an option considering they paid us to do the work. I just sat there in silence. Not knowing what to say. That was until he asked me my 'professional' opinion on the matter.

"Personally, I think you should man up Mike. So what if he makes you clean the bus? I also think that it's in your best interest that you have Rob as your tour manager, he's good at his job. He's one of the best." Yes my anger was showing. "You need someone like Rob to look after you as well, make sure no little mishaps happen on tour. Oh wait, too fucking late for that." That was it. I had lost it.

Both of them stared at me, eyes wide. "Bianca!" my boss shouted.

"No, you wanted my opinion. Well I'm giving it. I'm bringing up my personal life as well with Mr. Fuentes over here. I will be contacting Rob myself and informing him that all alcohol and nights out should be cancelled due to lack of concentration during your shows."

"Wh..." I cut him off.

"I also believe that enforcing this rule will be good for yourself and the rest of your band." I smoothed down my suit & decided to finish up there. I grabbed my belongings and walked out. Not looking back or anything. Just as I got outside I spotted Tony & Jaime. Bickering. I walked up & cleared my throat. Both of them turning to face me, grins appearing on their faces.

"Care to explain?" I asked.

"Tone took my guitar pick again." Jaime whined. Oh sweet jesus, this argument again.

"Look at it, it says 'T.P' not J.P. This is mine. M-I-N-E."

"Tony, I'm pretty sure we all know how to spell mine. Jaime, when did you last have it?"

"Rob, the tour manager had it." I rolled my eyes. How typical, I knew Rob had a past of taking things. I assured them I'd sort it. I gave them both a hug & headed off home. I needed to cool down after my outburst with Mike.

***

I was sat at my kitchen table, flicking through all my paperwork. You couldn't even see the table. My glasses were falling off my face, my coffee had gone cold & I was beginning to lose my mind with all this work. I studied the profiles of the band I was due to tour with soon a bit longer. A banging on my door soon snapped me from my work. "Who the hell?" I muttered, wandering over.

I opened it to be greeted by Mike. "What?" I spat.

"Care to tell me what the hell that was about this afternoon?" his arms folded across his chest. I could smell the alcohol on him. I motioned for him to come in. He was wearing sweatpants & a baggy top. He looked pretty hot like that if I'm honest but it wasn't going to side track me from this. I told him to keep his voice down as Natalie was up in bed, after all it was 1am.

"Care to tell me why I thought I could trust you?" I sighed, putting the coffee machine on. He didn't answer me. I half expected that if I'm honest. "The blonde chick Michael." I snapped a bit.

"You saw the article." his voice lowered. "You want the truth about that?" I nodded. Of course I wanted the damn truth. I wouldn't ask if I didn't want the truth. Gosh he could be stupid sometimes. "She kissed me, the girl has been following us round since we got back."

"Bullshit Mike." I slammed my coffee cup on the side. Why tell me a bare faced lie?

"Will you listen to me?" I rolled my eyes & continued to listen. "Her name is Sara. She's a fan of ours, she has a thing for stalking. Bands have take restraining orders out on her. The night of that, I was under the impression I was drinking normal drinks. without alcohol...." his voice trailed off, both of us looking behind him to see Natalie stood there.

"You're lucky I'm tired & your brothers girlfriend Fuentes." her voice sounded tired, bless her. Mike turned his attention back to me. I motioned for him to carry on.

"I've soon found out that she was in fact setting me up. The whole thing was a trick." It seemed possible, I'd heard of this Sara girl from some of my colleagues who have had to deal with her. Proper mental case she was apparently. Don't get me wrong, fans deserve to meet their idols but this girl took it to a whole new level.

"So why are you stinking of alcohol now?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I had 2 drinks. That's all." I scoffed at his answer. Two drinks. Yeah right. I didn't 100% believe him if I'm honest. If it happened the way he says he did, he would of called me right to tell me about it. To warn me. "Oh one more thing, the fans know about us."

I dropped my cup. Natalie started screaming. "What?!"

"Tony let it slip last night at the gig." he laughed a bit. I was not prepared for this. His fans are going to hate me, probably kill me. There were so many that thought they had a chance. Some of them knew about the early days with me & the band but they wouldn't stop them.

"Well just fan-fucking-tastic" I am going to kill Tony Perry when I see him next.

He's lying to you Bianca, don't listen to him. Do you really believe someone like him?

The thing is, I didn't know whether he was telling the truth or not.