Mixtape of Their Favorite Band

Dallas’s Perspective

The next night, we were at another show. When we got in, I headed straight to the merch stand to help Vinny.

“Aren’t you coming backstage, Dally bear?” Alex asked, looking a little hurt

“I--no, I’ll hang here and keep Vinny company.” I assured him. Vinny shot me a smile and a thumbs up.

Alex walked over and held me in his arms.

“Zack won’t hurt you. Not with me and the guys around.” he promised, looking straight into my eyes.

“I-It’s not that...I’d rather just not see him.” I admitted.

“Okay, boo. See ya.” He told me, backing out of our embrace.

“Rock their world, Lexie.” I replied, kissing his cheek. He blushed a little and walked off.

The first fans started to trickle into the venue, some finding a place to stand and others heading towards Vinny and me. Vinny took money and gave change, occasionally giving out autographs and hugs and pictures, while I absent-mindedly handed him t-shirts, sweatshirts, CD’s and bracelets.

Things quieted down when the first opening band took the stage and Vinny and I were talking.

“Zack really loves you. We all know it. Last night was really out-of-character for him.” Vinny reassured me.

“I know, but....what if it happens again?” I asked.

“I can’t promise you that it won’t. But he’ll think twice before he gets wrecked and tries that again.” Vinny explained.

Speaking of the devil, Zack approached me. The next band was loading their equipment onto the stage, so there was really no way I could pretend not to hear him if he tried to talk to me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked dumbly.

“I finished soundcheck early.” he replied.

“Oh.”

“Listen, Dallas. I wanted to apologize for last night. I was out of control and I know it. Please forgive me, I don’t want to lose you.” he told me, looking sad.

“Zack, I-I can’t do this anymore.” I told him.

“What? You wanna fuck Alex instead?” he snapped.

“Excuse me?!” I snapped.

“You heard me. I’m still kinda mad at you for that.” he replied.

“So you tried to have sex with me when I clearly didn’t want to as revenge?” I asked sharply.

“Well, I wonder why you didn’t want to!”

"I was tired!"

“Tired from what? Fucking Alex?”

“So what if I was? At least he didn’t try to rape me!” I cried.

“Dallas, are you--Zack, what are you doing?” Alex asked coming over.

“None of your business.” Zack snapped.

“Both of you, stop! Okay, I might be mad and upset at Zack, but I don’t want it to ruin you guys’s friendship!” I cried. “Zack, I’m really sorry. I need some space, okay? Maybe in a week we can talk about what happened, but for now, could you just leave me alone?” I said earnestly.

“I’m sorry too, I was out of line. I’ll just go now.” he sighed sadly and walked away.

My throat constricted and I let out a strangled sob. Alex put his arms around me tightly, rubbing small circles into my back as I sobbed into his neck.

"Alex, what do I do?!" I cried desperately.

“What do you want to do?” he asked, sounding helpless.

“I want to go home.”

Notes

Title: Payphone, Maroon 5

dun dun DUN. what will dallas do? find out next sunday when I post the last chapter! then it's on to the sequel!

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