A Forbidden Love

I stumbled out onto the front of the bus, dropping down on the sofa beside Zacky, cuddling up next to him as I yawned. He chuckled as he wrapped an arm around around me, kissing the top of my head before resting it on top of mine. I caught sight of Matt looking our way, his expression shocked me beyond belief. He was...smiling? What the?

I rolled my eyes as Michelle walked onto the front of the bus with a smile on her face. I felt like I could puke from the sight of her in her pjs. Booty shorts that were way too tight and a tank top that revealed a bit too much cleavage. Syn started following after her but soon stopped when he saw me and Zacky, his eyes darkened.

"What the fuck is this?!" He growled. Zacky's arm around me tightened. "Well?"
"Not what you think, man." Zacky shook his head.
"Not what I think? That's not how it looks to me." Syn shook his head. "Get your fuckin arm off of my girl."
"Let's get something straight here." I said, getting up and getting in Syn's face. "First off, I am soo not your girl. Don't you ever fuckin call me that again, got it? And secondly, you got that whore" I pointed at Michelle. "she's your girl. Besides, what's it matter to you if I'm with Zacky? You don't really love me--"
"Yes, I do." Syn shook his head, crossing his arms.
"No, you don't. If you did then you wouldn't have contacted that skank, telling her you love her and all other bullshit while you're laying in bed with me."
"Don't talk to my boyfriend like that. Not his fault you weren't that good so he came crawling back to me." Michelle smirked. I gave her a disgusted look.
"Listen, sweetheart. I don't care how I talk to your boyfriend, you won't do a fuckin thing. If you do, I know I can easily kick your skanky STD carrying ass easily."
"I'd like to see you try. You're just all talk, little whore." She sighed, running her fingers through her hair. I laughed as I walked towards her, a smile upon my face.
"You're so fuckin funny, you know that? I'm a whore, really?" I asked then punched her straight to the nose, knocking her on her ass.

I sat myself on Michelle as I threw punches at her face, curses and death threats streaming from my lips as I wailed on her face. She held her hands up to cover her face and attempted to block my blows, but I yanked her hands away and continued punching the fuck out of her. I felt myself getting yanked off of Michelle by the waist as Jimmy and Zacky held me back. Matt came to my side with a huge grin on his face. I pushed my hair out of my face as I glared daggers at Michelle as Syn helped her onto her feet.

Blood poured from her nose as tears spilled down her face. I smirked and looked down at my stinging knuckles, they were torn up with blood trickling out. Jimmy led me into the back of the bunk area with Zacky and Matt following close behind. Val had went to find the first aid kit in the bathroom. I sat down on the sofa as Zacky sat on one side while Matt sat on the other, laughing. I gave him a questioning look.

"You seriously kicked her fuckin ass." He said between laughs. I couldn't help but laugh too.
"Gimme your hands." Val said immediately as she came into the room. I frowned as I held my hands out for her. She didn't look mad but I still felt horrible.
"Val?" I said her name softly. She didn't look up at me.
"Yeah?" She mumbled, working on my hands.
"I'm so sorry." I apologized. Val stopped working on my hands, looking at me now. She smiled.
"Why the hell are you sorry?" She asked.
"Uhm, because I just kicked the shit out of your sister?" I was confused. Val giggled.
"Ellie, I'm glad you kicked her ass. If you didn't, I sure as hell would have." Val smiled, shaking her head. "We may be twins, but that doesn't change how much of a bitch she is and she deserved getting her ass whooped." I laughed at Val.
"Dude, remind me not to piss you off." Zacky chuckled beside me. I smiled over at him.
"That reminds me, are you two, like, together?" Matt asked us.
"No, we're not together. We may have shared a few kisses last night, but decided that we were only meant to be friends." Zacky explained. "Plus, I don't want Syn giving me another black eye." Zacky added with a grin.
"Why would he punch you again? I'm not his anymore." I looked at Zacky.
"Were you not there?" Zacky laughed. "He almost ripped my head off for having my arm around you! Imagine if we were actually together!"

I couldn't help but laugh at his expression. He was right, though. Syn most likely would have given him another black eye if we were together. But we weren't. We just didn't connect like that. Like me and Syn, I guess you could say. I sighed. Was it a bad thing that I missed him?