“I have had my heart broken, my nose broken and my eye blackened in the last eight hours.” I yelled at Zack who was desperately trying to keep me on the bus. “I'm going to find a random chick who will scream over the fact that I am Alex Gaskarth and sleep with her.” I pushed past him and rushed off the bus. I was going to get fucked up. I walked through the venue and collected a train of fans along the way, inviting all of those who were of age to join me in a drink, of course, they all agreed. I mean, why wouldn't they? I took a shine to the one girl called Sandra. She was around my height with bright blue hair and shimmering green eyes. Everything about her was beautiful so I kept her closest out of all the fans. There ended up being ten of us crashing a club in Montreal, we all drank till we could dance no more and I dragged an equally drunk Sandra outside to catch a cab back to a hotel.
“Do you even have a reservation, Alex?” Sandra slurred. “You live on a bus.” I shook my head and gave her a look.
“I'm a mother fucking rock star. I don't need a reservation.” I handed the cash to the cab driver and dragged the girl to the reception. “A single room for the night please, love.” I winked at the hostess and she flustered around grabbing my cash and getting me a key. I kept a tight grip on Sandra's hand as I pulled her towards the lift. I was going to forget all about that bitch Caroline Fuentes and Sandra could be my new thing. It would make her life, fucking Alex Gaskarth. She'd probably dreamt about this moment. I pushed the key into the slot and slammed the door behind us. Sandra's shirt hit the floor the instant our lips connected and she let our an excited squeal as she pulled my shirt over my head.
“How does it feel to be about to fuck me?” I asked as I pushed the girl onto the bed and ripped her leggings and boots off.
“I'm... holy shit this is so cool!” That was all I needed to hear. I dropped my jeans and flicked off my vans. It was time to move on and start again with a chick I knew would follow me to the ends of the earth and do whatever I wanted her to. Her dreams were coming true, every girl wanted to date a rock star. I held her thighs in my hands and forced myself into her. No foreplay, no nothing, I needed a release and she wouldn't even consider complaining. Her moan echoed around the hotel room and I sighed in contentment, damn straight. I thrust into her, I didn't give a damn if it felt good for her, it worked for me and that was all that mattered.
“Holy shit, Alex!” Sandra screamed as I went faster, plunging deeper. With each penetration came a new moan and I laughed as I felt myself get near. I hadn't had a girl since the first day of Warped Tour when I saw Carrie, unintentionally holding out in the hop that she would realise that we were perfect for each other. I didn't need her. Look at me, I was in bed with a hot girl I hardly knew, fucking the shit out of her. Sandra screamed and arched her back as I felt her walls tighten around me and my cock get wet as she came on me. I took that as my cue and pulled out in time to squirt on her bare chest. She giggled as she sat up and my cum ran slowly down her tits.
“Lick it off.” I ordered. She smiled seductively and picked it up with her fingers and swirled it off with her tongue.

Morning light streamed through the window of the hotel room, waking me from the most restful sleep I had had in months. I removed my arm from around the girl lying next to me and slowly managed to recall the events of the night prior. Sandra. That's right, her name was Sandra. I wiggled out of the bed and searched the floor for my jeans and removed my phone from my pocket. Eleven o'clock, sweet. No, shit. I had a set in twenty minutes. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. I shook Sandra's shoulder and threw her clothes at her.
“I have a set in twenty minutes, get dressed.” She complied, keeping a stupid smiled plastered to her face. “I'll call a taxi.” We ran to the elevator and I quickly checked out, winking again at the girl behind the desk. Sandra kept a grip on my hand as we waited for the cab and waved at the number of photographers which had accumulated outside. “Stop that, it doesn't make you look good.” Her arm instantly snapped to her side and I pushed her into the cab before closing the door behind her and getting in my own side. I gave quick directions to the cab and told him to get there quickly or I'd cut his tip. We arrived ten minutes later and I ran across the venue, dragging Sandra behind me, and jumped side stage as Danny was tuning our guitars.
“Where the fuck have you been!?” Jack yelled from the bus door. “And who the fuck is she?” I looked at Sandra, whose stupid grin had grown ten fold.
“This is Sandra. And I'm here aren't I? Calm down.” I instructed Sandra to stay next to Matt and not to move. I jumped on stage and the crowd screamed as I began to sing Coffee Shop Soundtrack.

Sandra sat on my lap while I introduced her properly to the boys on the bus.
“She's a fan.” Rian stated, obviously. I nodded and shifted her weight to make it more comfortable. “Alex, can we speak to alone? Without... Sandra?” I pushed her off my lap and followed Rian and the boys off the bus.
“What the fuck, Alex?” Jack yelled. “You left randomly, told no one where you were going and...”
“Fucked a fan!” Rian finished Jack's sentence. I lean against the bus and sighed. I didn't see the issue. “She's going to be all over every magazine now. That is honestly the most stupid thing you've ever done.”
“She's not that stupid.” I sighed and turned to go back inside. Zack grabbed me by the arm and held me in place.
“You don't know that.” I pulled away and pushed Zack up agaist the bus.

“You don't fucking get a say, Merrick!” I yelled. “You did this! You were the one who told Carrie she was bad for me! You ruined everything!”

Notes

I do apologize about this chapter... it's not the best.