The Space Between

I'd Add Up What You Mean To Mean To Me But...

A/N: The song is by Aaron Lewis it's called "Tangled Up In You."

She had completely pissed me off. Once I finished with the show, I immediately got into my limo and left the venue, with Naya. I'd had it with all of her childish fucking games. I was way too invested to be treated like that. I wouldn't do it to her. She was being completely unfair. Honestly, I think she was starting to lose her damn mind. I wish she'd just open her fucking eyes and leave him. She could do it gracefully and in the end no one would need to know why. I knew she wouldn't and I was beginning to think that maybe I should get out before we get in deeper than we already are. I loved her and she wouldn't even let me say it.

"You're preoccupied." I heard Naya say.

"Sorry. Rough night." I explained.

"You have the look of someone with woman troubles." She said raising an eyebrow.

"Is it that obvious?" I sighed.

"It's Selena. I knew the second I met her." She said with a smirk.

"Well that's just fan-fucking-tastic." I said.

"It wasnt blatantly obvious or anything." she said trying to reassure me. "It was the way she looked at me. The jealousy. It gave it away. No one else would've noticed though. She's quite good at hiding things. I almost didn't catch it." She explained.

"In any event, I can't really have people knowing this shit." I grumbled.

"I won't say anything. I'm not a bitter backstabbing bitch." She said touching my hand. "Come on. Let's party our asses off." She smiled as the limo came to a stop in front of the club.

As soon as the car door opened we entered the building. We drank and danced the night away. In all honesty I had no recollection of anything. I was blackout drunk. As I woke up, I was distinctly aware of two things. The first thing was my head felt like it had been smacked with a sledgehammer. The second, I was not alone in my bed. The more awake and aware I became, the more I realized about my surroundings. I was in a hotel and I was naked.I carefully poked the body laying next to me and my hand was quickly smacked away.

"What the hell." I heard a voice mumble. She lifted her head and looked at me with one eye open. It was Naya.

"Did we...?"

"Oh shit!" She exclaimed sitting up and grabbing her head. "I think so." She mumbled.

"Sonofabitch."

"Well, this is slightly awkward." She laughed. "We need to be chill about this. You're a good friend and honestly I don't really remember it so technically it didn't happen." She said grimacing. "My head fucking hurts..." She trailed off.

"This is stupid." I muttered. "I'm never drinking again."

Suddenly without warning, Naya starting laughing. In all honesty the situation was so ridiculous I couldn't help but laugh as well. It was the most excruciating laughter I'd ever experienced due to the massive hangover I was experiencing, but it was quite liberating. We took showers and then ordered room service. The real fun didn't start until we decided to check our phones.

"My publicist called me like 20 times." Naya said frowning at her phones screen.

She put it up to her ear and played one of the several voicemails. Her mouth dropped open.

"Demi! We need to check our instagrams!"

"Oh shit! What the fuck did we do?" I asked as I opened the app. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I scrolled through the pictures. "This is bad." I said as I saw photo of me face down in a strippers boobs.