PROMISCUOUS BOY

Chapter 44: My body, my fucking choice

Your face dropped, Tom looked at you with concern and tried to hear what was being said. "Ramona told me everything." she exposed.

Your mouth dropped, you hung up and stared into the store's window, where Ramona was laughing with Bill. You clenched your phone in your hand, "what happened?" Tom asked. You took a deep breathe, dropping your phone onto the floor and clenching your fists, as you stormed into the shop. Tom followed you, calling out your name but you didn't respond. Your face felt so warm, your heart was beating so fast it could burst, your fists were clenched tightly as you stomped towards Ramona and she stopped talking to Bill and just looked at you.

"What?" she asked. This made you lose it and you punched her. Really. Fucking. Hard. Like so hard she landed on the floor, she froze in shock and the three of you looked down at her. Blood was left on your knuckles from her nose, and Bill looked back at you, terrified. Tom stared at you in horror and shock. "Y/n what the fuck is wrong with you?!" Bill yelled, standing in front of Ramona so you couldn't swing again. You were breathing heavily, and just pushed Bill because you couldn't control your emotions right now.

You were so angry at Ramona, and also yourself. You trusted her, and shared with her a secret you thought she'd keep. You two have been friends for years, she always told you how you could tell her anything and got pissed at you when you didn't. And now when you did, she does this? Like what the fuck? You stormed out of the shop, shoving the glass door open and crossing your arms as you stormed down the street. You picked up your phone off of the ground and continued walking.

And then, you heard paparazzi.

Shit, this is gonna go out.

You looked back in fear, hoping they didn't take photos of you punching Ramona because that would be really bad. You put your hand over your face in embarrassment, quickly rushing away from the crowd.

You've gotten mad at Ramona alot, and she's gotten mad at you, but never not once did it become physical. You were both mature people but what she did this time was a new level of low. She really hit a new spot of anger in you this time.

Tom jogged and caught his way up to you. "What the hell was that!?" he yelled, pulling you back by your shoulder. "Just get in the car and I will tell you!" you yelled, smacking his hand away from you. "No! Tell me now!" he insisted. You rolled your eyes and explained to him what Katrina said to you. His eyebrows raised, "oh." he said, with concern in his voice. "Can you drive me to Katrina's office?" you asked, as paparazzi wouldn't stop taking photos of you. "Okay." he said, as you followed him to the car.

You entered the car and buckled in your seatbelts, as he began to drive off. Meanwhile, you rehearsed in your head what you were gonna say.

You arrived at Katrina's office and rushed out of the car. "I need to see Katrina." you placed your hands over the counter as Penelope looked up at you through her glasses lens. "She's quite busy at the moment—" "NOW." you insisted. She sighed, "I'm sorry y/n, you will have to wait." she told you. "Y/n let's just wait for her." Tom said, placing his hand onto your shoulder. You sighed in defeat, as you both went to go sit down and waited.

You impatiently began bouncing your leg, and of course like every other time, Tom put his hand over your knee to stop it.

You were finally allowed into her office, and you didn't bother to sit down. "Katrina." "y/n."

"If I want to fuck a boy, if I want to date a boy, if I want to marry a boy, it is MY life. MY DECISION. NOT YOURS!" you yelled, slamming your hands down onto her desk. She rolled her eyes at you, "it is your choice y/n, but you don't go and LIE TO ME ABOUT IT. YOU TOLD ME YOU LEFT THE PARTY, WHEN YOU WENT TO GO FUCK A MAN I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM! And I warned you about what would happen if you didn't, didn't I?" she yelled. You backed off of her desk, standing up straight.

Ramona, Bill and Abel then entered the room. Ramona held an ice pack and tissue over her face. You scoffed and looked her up and down disgustingly, then turned to look back at Katrina. "Y/n, can we talk outside please?" Ramona pleaded, "SHUT UP!" you yelled, and she backed down. "Y/n, just atleast hear her out." Bill pleaded. You ignored him, "why... The fuck are any of you even in here?! THIS IS BETWEEN ME, RAMONA, AND KATRINA! GET OUT!" you screamed, as they all didn't think twice and rushed out of the room. Ramona and you stood next to eachother.

"You are so immature y/n. I should've done this long, long ago." Katrina degraded as she glared her eyes at you, shaking her head in disapproval. "My body my fucking choice." you said, crossing your arms over your chest. "Why the fuck would you even say anything?" you said, looking over at Ramona who avoided looking back at you. You could tell she felt shame and regret. "You're not fucking sorry, don't you DARE apologise. You're just upset you got caught!" you yelled in her face, she looked at you with teary eyes and you backed away from her.

"Y/n." Katrina stated.

"YOU ALWAYS TELL ME I CAN TELL YOU ANYTHING! AND WHEN I DON'T, YOU GET SOO FUCKING UPSET AND DON'T SPEAK TO ME FOR HOW LONG?" you yelled, laughing.

"Y/n!" Katrina called.

"AND NOW I TELL YOU SOMETHING AND YOU GO AND FUCKING TELL LIKE WHAT THE FUCK RAMONA?!" you yelled at her, as tears began to form in your eyes too.

"Y/N!" Katrina yelled, "WHAT?!" you answered.

"I want you out of Astral Band right after the tour ends."

-

AUTHOR'S NOTE: ....imsorryok. i gope u enjoued.