CREED'S POV:
It's early. Really f*cking early.
Too early.
Everyone is standing around in the bloody freezing cold waiting to leave while Switch, the band's manager runs around doing f*ck knows what.
We were supposed to leave thirty minutes ago but nothing is going to plan this morning.
The others are all stood together, talking animatedly. They're far too happy and it's far too early.
Not me though.
My mood is sh*tty and the last thing I want to do is stand around listening to the guys worry over how cold Clover is. F*ck that bullsh*t.
Instead, I'm already on the bus, eyes closed, headphones in my ears, pretending to sleep. My backpack is on the chair next to me. It's a totally intentional move.
I don't want anyone to sit next to me - especially not Crimson or Nona.
When the others begin to climb onboard, I keep my eyes closed, hoping that the others will just ignore me and leave me the hell alone.