I made my way out of the club with tears in my eyes and took off my heels. I walked down to the nearest CVS and bought myself a bottle of pain pills. I really just wanted to stop feeling at this point. I promised myself I wouldn't have one-night stands. I can't believe what I just did to myself. To Jaime.

I sobbed into the pavement as I slowly sipped on a Sprite, hoping for the pain pills to kick in soon. I stared out at the passing cars wondering what problems they were facing. I was God knows where, and I was probably fretting about a miniscule problem compared to those people in those cars. Maybe they were dying of cancer, maybe they were on their way to have a nany delivered, maybe they were rushing a dying friend to the hospital, maybe they even had AIDS. I would never know.

Gavin walked out of the club with a frown on his face and he looked like he had just watched an awful movie. He looked my way and looked away, not registering it was me. He looked back at me and immediately sat down beside me, putting his hand on my thigh and gently prying the pills out of my hands.

"You weren't going to... were you?" He asked solemnly.

"No," I sighed. "I just did something really awful that I can't ever forget."

"What'd you do?" He looked at me, wiping a tear from my cheek I hadn't known was there.

"I... did things..." I looked out at the passing cars again. "With David."

"Carter, what have you done to yourself?" Gavin sighed and I leaned my head on his shoulder.

I dried some of my tears. "Why are you out here,Gav?"

"That slut gave awful head!" He grinned.

"Ew!" I slapped him in the arm, smiling. Gavin always knows how to make me feel better.

A white Cadillac pulled up into the parking spot next to where Gavin and I were sitting, one of my favorite Mexicans hopped out.

"Hi, Mikey," I smiled sadly. He came over and sat on the other side of me. "What are you doing here?"

"I went to get some more whiskey when I saw a pretty girl with blue hair sitting outside a club. I figured you needed a ride. Just didn't know it's be my little Carter," he ruffled my hair. "You look good, little blue."

"Little blue?" I giggled.

"Yeah," he smirked. "Like little red, but you're blue. Little blue."

"You always were the funny guy," I rolled my eyes.

"Come on. Get in my baby, Pantera."

"You named your car Pantera?!" Gavin laughed.

"I named my Cadillac Pantera," Mike huffed,

"Yeah, whatever," I rolled my eyes and climbed into the passenger seat.

After about a half hour of driving, we reached a beach where the boys were having a bonfire. I saw all kinds of people, band sluts, tour mangers, cholas, band members, but not Jaime. I followed slowly behind Mike and Gavin to the small circle of beach chairs. I saw Vic playing beer pong against Tony with some band sluts trying to get them to pay attention to them, but they clearly didn't give a shit.

I sat down in a beach chair next to Gavin and scanned the growing crowd for Jaime. Finally, I spotted him coming out of one of the changing tents. With some girl. Who was wearing his shirt. I stared him down until his eyes met mine. He dropped the girl's hand and went pale. I got up and walked over to the guys Mike was talking to. I joined in their conversation on started flirting with the tallest one. Apparently, his name was Cam and he was in a band called Neighborhood Kids.

I rested my hand on his bicep and batted my eyes as he yammered about how they were going back into the studio soon. I could feel Jaime's glare melting holes in the back of my head, but I didn't care. I just kept flirting with Cam and giggled whenever he told a funny road story.

Eventually, Cam left. With my number in his phone and a kiss on the cheek.

"We need to talk," Jaime grabbed my arm and pulled me into the tent he fucked the slut in.

"What," I asked, unamused.

"Look, I know it was wrong what I did, but please. I was drunk and horny and I-I-"

"Thought I wouldn't find out. And to think I was beating myself up for fucking David before I got here... You have a lot of nerve Jaime Preciado!" I yelled.

"You... you slept with... with David?" He blinked a few thousand times, the look on his face almost as if I had slapped him.

"Nope. There was no sleeping. I fucked him," I spat.

"I- you- what?" He paused. "No. I think we should take a break, Carter."

"Gladly."

He walked out of the tent with a look on his face that was a mix of anger, confusion, depression, and shock. I was no longer sorry for what I had done. He fucking cheated on me and had no plans of telling me. At least I felt bad. How many times has he done this when I wasn't with him?!

But the anger quickly dissipated as the ugly truth made its way to the surface. I just lost the man of my dreams for the second time in my life, and there's no way he's coming back this time.

Notes

Song Credit: Makeshift Chemistry - Crown the Empire
So, Neighborhood Kids is a real band. Also, Cam Kolbo is a real person in the band and he is H.O.T.
But, I'll just leave this here, and you can hate on me in the comments below! \/
Love you guys! Merry Warpedmas! :D