Limits |Noah Sebastian/ Bad Omens|

10: Cold shower

Authors Note: We still here? Anyone still interested in this silly story? I'm sorry for being away. Life has been a lot lately. But I hope this chapter is okay.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Jamie said slamming her purse onto the sofa beside me in the green room. We were at a festival for the weekend, Bad Omens weren't supposed to play until tomorrow and Joker King were on stage tonight in the smaller section for bands.

I had stayed on Ray's bus last night. The thought itself had my shrivelling up inside wishing I hadn't ever stepped foot onto it.

"There she is!" Kayden cheered as he threw his head back letting out a puff of smoke that only smelt of weed.

They created a party bus. They had girls that sat close to them, Shaun was whispering into a girls ear as she sipped on her beer while Luke scrolled his phone on dating sites looking at girls that way.  "We were getting worried you didn't want to party with us" the girls around us were pretty much undressing as it progressed.

"Not like I had a choice. How old are you girls?" I spat looking at the brunette snuggled to Shaun. "Where is Pope?" I questioned him about his old partner.

"At home, where do you think? It's the only time I get peace." He replied half heartedly not even caring about cheating on her.

"We're old enough to drink" the brunette spat back at me.

I wanted to scream at them. These girls didn't know the mess they were getting into. This band reeked bad news.

Rays hand grabbed my wrist leading me to the bunk where he shoved me in first making sure he blocked my only chance of escaping. "From now on, you don't go near Bad Omens do you get that?"

Looking at him I could feel my stomach churning. "My brother is in that band and I work for them."

"Faith?" Jamie snapped me out of my memories. It only got worse as the night went on and I hid my bruise on my arm from when Ray hauled me out the bunk this morning to clean the bottle littering the ground. And to make sure I paid for the girls flights back home since they stuck around to party.

"I was thinking I might as well try to enjoy something" the lie was bitter on my tongue. She looked me over seeing the dirty hair, yesterdays makeup and the lazy braid I had tossed my hair into. "Where is Nick?" I questioned feeling like Ray's eyes were everywhere and who knows what he would do if he saw me with Jamie, since she was part of the group he wanted me to avoid.

"Watching some bands play. We can head out and interview some guests on the grounds. Maybe get you to shower as well" she glanced over me once more. All my clothes were on the Bad Omens bus.

"Who's all on the bus?" I questioned, I agreed a shower sounded wonderful and I still had a job to do while I was here.

She picked off some dirt from her shorts. "No one last I saw, they all went off the bus before I did. I was going to meet up with them at some point but I wanted to see you first" she had her mother hen voice on. "Faith, did he do anything?" She asked gently.

Wanting to avoid the exhausting conversation I stood up from the sofa brushing off the outfit I wore the day prior. "I'm going to shower, I'll text you when I'm done and then we can get some interviews going" sensing the need to just drop it, Jamie nodded her head knowing she wouldn't get anywhere if she kept bringing it to attention.

Seeing the bus, I could feel my nerves beginning to make my palms sweat, the heat struck down on me and it was never a fun time. We had a portable shower for festivals as well, all I had to do was change into my bikini top and I could start washing off. There was no shower on this bus so we relied heavily on venues or hotels for our showers. Of course and dry shampoo.

Sliding myself onto the bus I glanced to see it was tidy unlike Joker King's bus. There weren't beer bottles littering the table or the floor. You could actually smell fresh air even on this bus. Grabbing my bikini suit and shorts I slid myself into the small bathroom of the bus and changed, tossing my dirty clothing into the bag I had on my bunk.

Stepping out I looked at our portable shower we had outside on the side of the bus. It wouldn't be a hot shower but with how warm it was today, part of me was okay with it. Turning it on I yelped as the cold water started coming down on me. This portable shower was Nicks idea, he swore on it when he went camping before and even if it was a great idea, it wasn't my favorite. Rinsing the shampoo out of my hair I turned my head when I heard a chuckle from my side. "You hate cold water and you're showering with possibly the coldest" Noah's voice had me freezing on spot. Hands still in my hair I glanced around our surroundings to make sure Ray or his buddies weren't close by. 

"Ugh, I needed to get clean and it'll still be a few days before we even are at a hotel" even if it was the truth my voice still shook at the site of Noah. He wore shorts and a muscle shirt. He had stubble on his chin from not shaving, and he most likely wouldn't until tomorrow or when the next show was. We were entering festival season so who knew.

He stepped forward looking me up and down. "The soap still is in your hair" he went to brush soap from my face but not before it could enter my eyes having me hissing and looking down trying to blink it out rapidly. "Relax, here" he splashed some water on to me, helping rinse off the rest of the soap. "Look at me?" He lifted my chin with his two fingers. He was so close, so close that if one of us leaned in our lips could seal. The desperation and longing for him had me nearly whimpering. As if realizing his actions he cleared his throat and stood straight, stepping back he watched as I stood there nearly breathless. "There, you should be good" he said gesturing to the cold water.

Twisting it off, Noah's brows furrowed on the bruise on my wrist. "Faith, where did you get that?" He questioned taking my arm into his hand, examine the small bruise from Ray's finger.

Snatching my arm away he looked at me. "I slept funny last night, bunks aren't the best for sharing." The sentence made me want to die, saying it to him felt like knives to the chest. But for his safety I needed him to hate me and if cracking whatever is between us one slice at a time, it was something I had to do.

Noah Sebastian needed to hate me.