The Crystal 2 by Jones M (reading cloud ebooks .txt) 📕

Forty minutes had passed, and the bitch hadn't shown up yet. She was getting on my nerves already because she was late. Just because I agreed to the interview did not mean that I wanted to be in it for a long time.

What was Bianca doing? If it had anything to do with getting away with every bad thing she did to me, it wouldn't work. I planned to send the evidence I had against Bianca to the police after the interview would end.

"Zane, where's Bianca?" Logan asked with a raised voice. Just like me, the rest of us seemed to be on edge. To begin with, we had all woken up to the sight of erwiches very early in the morning and had to deal with them. Then there was the celebration in Crystalia. By then, we were all tired.

"I don't know!" Zane shouted back as an answer to Logan' question. He shook his head, probably thinking bad things about his girlfriend at the moment... or he was thinking of ways to blame me for things I never did.

Ten minutes were soon left before the interview would start, and if the bitch planned to be late, then we would all have to do it without her. However, we still had more time, and the producers insisted to wait for the bitch.

"Emery," Selena called out to me, but I ignored her. I had ignored her and the rest of the guys after the chat we had in the main study room.

I was mad.

No, I was livid!

I had not forgotten what had happened in the morning. How dare those guys go through my stuff? How dare they take my laptop? But most of all, how dare they see the proof I had there?

I wasn't pissed about that. I wanted them to see the proof and believe in me. What I was mostly pissed about was that everyone told me weeks ago that they wanted nothing to do with my evidence. What was ironic was that they took my laptop, found the evidence and watched it. That turned the way they felt about me immediately.

I was pissed—totally infuriated to the point that I was thinking about beating the crap out of Bianca when she came. A freaking video was enough to have those who I trusted believe in me. I was also pissed that everyone suddenly wanted to talk to me.

Hardly going to happen.

As soon as I was done with the interview, I would leave them with their tour. Apologies wouldn't make up for all the shit I had gone through because of them.

"Five minutes!" someone had shouted.

"Hey, guys!" Bianca yelled as she ran towards us. I faced her with a glare, but she ignored it.

"Bianca, where were you?" Liam asked, and I could see he was trying to hide his anger. "We have been waiting for you! We were even close to doing the interview without you."

"Relax, Liam. I am here, aren't I?" Bianca said. Liam went to say something. He closed his mouth as he closed his eyes, probably trying to calm down.

About seven minutes later, the boys, Bianca, Selena and I were seated on two couches that were arranged to form the letter 'L'. A man with pale skin and a few dimples on his face had sat across us. He had worn a pair of spectacles, a white, gray striped T-shirt and a pair of khaki trousers.

He talked to the boys first, then headed to Selena. It was mostly about how their tour was going and about their next music, so it was nothing important.

Then the interviewer, James, turned to Bianca and me.

"Bianca," he started, "have you checked your Twitter account recently?" he asked.

"What?" Bianca asked in confusion.

"Do you remember your audition at the American Idol?" James continued. Just as he spoke, the screen behind us and the one in front of me showed the events that occurred on that night.

Bianca's screaming could be heard through the room, and the audience in front of us tried hard not to laugh.

Bianca blushed a deep red.

"After seeing how you behaved last night, people had begun posting awful things about you on Twitter."

"What?" Bianca asked in shock.

"I would rather not go through the comments because they are mostly filled with cuss words."

I covered a hand over my lips, trying hard not to laugh. I took out my phone and checked on Bianca's Twitter profile. James was right; the comments on her Twitter were not very pretty.

I went through a couple of them, noticing that people had also mentioned me. They said wonderful things about me. Some even believed that I was not an awful person! Others commented that Bianca deserved to go to jail.

"It is not true," Bianca said with a smile, but I could see her struggling to make it believable.

"Really?" James inquired. "Then why did you attack the judges, Bianca?"

"I--"

"And didn't Simon Cowell warn you not to come on the Ordinary Brothers' tour again? Why are you with them?"

"What is this? An interrogation?" Bianca asked James with a glare.

"No, I was just wondering--"

"Well, keep on wondering to yourself you slimy curious asshole."

The rest of us gasped in shock.

"Bianca, all I wanted was to understand why you behaved like you did last night. However, the way you have insulted me has left me to believe that you are, and I quote, a truly horrible bitch."

Bianca gasped as I chuckled.

"No! I didn't--"

"No, Bianca, you didn't. Now, would you let me speak to the once-we-thought-was-a-devil-but-is-now-a-gorgeous-angel Emery?" James said.

"Thank you, James," I told him with a smile.

"So, Emery, where are you..."

James asked me things about myself, like where I learned and how I knew the boys. I still lied about being friends with the boys in high school. We even talked about me leaving the tour, how well I performed on the American Idol and what I planned to do with my life.

"Well, apart from trying to go back to college, I plan to have this girl's ass arrested tomorrow," I answered, motioning a thumb to Bianca. I had a smile throughout the interview. Even though Harry and Zane were looking at me with glares, nothing seemed to bring me down.

I also hoped that nothing overly dramatic would happen, but that did not turn out well.

Bianca rose up from the couch and turned to face me with a glare.

"It is not my fault! It is all hers! She made me look like an awful bitch!" she shouted, leaving everyone, including the crew, in gasps.

"Save it, Bianca," I spoke, rising from the seat to face her with my own glare. "Everyone knows who you truly are. You can save your pleas of innocence once the police find out that you stole money from the boys."

Bianca's eyes widened in shock just as everyone else gasped.

"That's right. It's obvious the police are investigating your case. You can't do anything because they are so close to finding out what you did."

Bianca paled even further before her eyes flashed with rage. I just smirked at her.

Then she did something. In fact, I did see it coming. 

I stood still as Bianca raised her hand. I stood still once I felt the impact of the palm landing on my left cheek. I stood still, slightly turning my head, as the sting spread across the cheek. Bianca just stared at me in anger.

"Thank you, Bianca," I told her with a smile despite the pain on my cheek. "You just made a fool of yourself and slapped me on live television."

Bianca's eyes widened in shock.

"Also, do you remember the warning I had given you after you paid a waitress to not serve me and to insult me in public? I gave you five strikes! And guess what: you just ended them."

The lights flickered off just as I smirked.

Emery's P.O.V

I was on Bianca like a heat-seeking missile. She screamed once my fist connected with her cheek. 

Even in the dark, I could tell where she was, more so because she was standing in front of me. The spell I had cast to switch off the lights would only take a minute, and so I had that amount of time to unleash my anger on Bianca without anyone figuring out it was me.

I dragged Bianca by her hair, making her scream.

"Bianca!" Zane screamed for his girlfriend.

"Za--" before she could reply, I punched her in the gut. She doubled over with a low groan. I dragged her hair up and continued to unleash my anger. 

I kept slapping, kicking and punching her as the seconds passed. It honestly felt so good to unleash my anger on her. Once fifty seconds had passed, I immediately let her go and resumed my position quietly on the couch.

The lights soon came back on. I pretended to be scared, shocked and worried as I looked for Bianca in the currently-lit environment.

"Bianca!" Zane and Harry shouted at the same time. They had gotten out of their seats and were looking for the bitch. I too stood up for good measure.

"Bianca!" Zane screamed. I turned to face him, noticing he was looking at something on his right. I turned, observing that Bianca was lying still on the ground. It was then that I noticed the damage I had done to her.

It wasn't much, but it still made me satisfied. Bianca's face was decorated with scratch marks and a bruise. Her cheeks were a bright red, and a bit of blood was slowly oozing from her nose.

"Zane..." Bianca weakly trailed off as Zane knelt to scoop her up.

"Well... I guess that's all we have for tonight?" James stated as he faced the camera in front of him, unsure of what to say.

"We have to get her to the hospital," Harry said, following Zane who was carrying Bianca out of the area.

The others turned their looks towards me. They weren't patronizing, but they were questioning.

"What?" I asked, feigning confusion.

"Did you do this?" Logan asked carefully without a hint of an expression on his face.

"No," I lied. "I was standing right here when the lights went off."

He eyed me suspiciously before he and the rest of the guys headed off the interview stage with the rest. 

Unbelievable.

Of all the things they chose to believe, they believed that. I wanted to slap my head at the irony of things, but that would make me look crazy in front of the people around me. 

I looked around, seeing that what I wanted to do was completed. It was time for me to leave, and I was honestly happy about that.

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Third Person's P.O.V

Zane and Harry had rushed Bianca to the hospital. About two hours later, they exited the hospital. The news of what happened to Bianca on the interview had reached the media within seconds. To avoid being spotted by the paparazzi who were shamelessly standing near the hospital entrance, Bianca, Zane and Harry quickly boarded the limo that had been waiting for them at the hospital's back entrance.

The doctor who tended to Bianca had told them that she had minor injuries. She was also given a cream to apply on her bruises and a couple of painkillers. Zane, Harry and Bianca headed towards the designated hotel they were going to stay in for the night. After that, they were to resume the tour on the following day.

Harry and Zane