Meant to Marry Me

The moment she sat down on the bus, it was clear to Bree that the others had not had such a good day. Cat had her arms folded and that disgusted look on her face, while the remaining guys who were supposed to have spent the day with her seemed fed up and annoyed.

It would've been easier to let it go, but Bree had to ask what their day had been like since she was hoping Cat would call it quits before too much longer. So, she sat down next to Cat and asked, "Did you guys have fun today?" "No, we did not have fun," she said, glaring at Bree. "I can't believe you bailed on me again."

"What do you mean? I told you yesterday I wasn't going with you today. I wanted to go up into the arch."

"You could've done that with us yesterday."

"But I wanted to see it with Trent. What was wrong today?"

Cat shook her head and pressed her fingers to her forehead. "Nothing. I don't want to talk about it. I ended up leaving before lunch."

"Really? Wow. That doesn't seem like much time at all."

"No, it wasn't. They're all assholes. I can't stand them."

"So... how are you going to play in a band with them tonight?" Bree asked.

Cat shrugged. "What choice do I have? I'll tell you what, Bree, as soon as Zach quits, I seriously think we should consider replacing everyone else, too."

"Are you being serious right now?" Bree asked. "You think I need to replace everyone else in the band?"

"Yes! Replace them with females. That way, we're sure to all get along."

"Cat, no offense, but it's not as if you and I have been getting along the last few days."

“What are you talking about? Yes, we have. Any problems we've had have stemmed from them." She said that loud enough to get eyes from a few of their bandmates turning in her direction.

"Cat... I am not replacing the entire band. I'm sorry, but I can't get rid of everyone else because you don't want to get along with them."

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"Are you talking about us?" Griffin asked from a few seats away.

"Nobody is talking to you!" Cat shouted back.

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"Calm down, Cat," Bree said. "It's fine, Griff."

"No, no it's not!" Cat spat back. "I was just telling Bree how awful you three were today and how I had to leave before lunch because I couldn't put up with your bullshit anymore!" "Well, maybe if you weren't high as a kite before breakfast," Chase said.

"What's that?" Bree had heard what he said, but he had no idea what he was talking about. Was Cat doing drugs? Was that why her behavior and personality were so erratic? Had she been on the phone with her dealer when she'd come out of the bathroom the night before?

Cat glared across the bus at Chase. "Nothing. He's just being a douche--again."

"Cat, have you been doing drugs?" Bree was beginning to put a bunch of pieces to the puzzle together.

"No, Bree. Oh, just a little pot. But come on, we all do that."

"We don't all do that."

"It wasn't pot, Bree. She was smoking meth this morning. She does it all the time," Dominic said.

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"Bullshit!" Cat spat. "Bree, do I look like a meth head to you?"

"I don't know," Bree said. "I don't think I've ever known a meth head before."

"Well, I still have all of my teeth!"

"For now," Griffin muttered.

Cat spun on him and started yelling curse words at him, but Bree wasn't listening. She'd already locked eyes with Trent and knew what she needed to do. "Cat, we can't have someone who openly does drugs of any kind in the band. I know that's par for the course for a lot of musicians, but not in my band. I'm sorry, but we're going to have to let you go."

"You can't be serious!" Cat exclaimed. "Bree, are you sure you want to do this, right before we take the stage? What makes you think you even have the authority to do that?"

"I definitely have the authority." Bree folded her arms with conviction. "We'll be fine. I've played all of these songs with just my guitar before and made it work."

Cat was so angry her eyes were slits. "You're going to be sorry you made this decision."

They pulled into the parking lot, and Bree saw Shawna stepping out of the same door as the night before, coming to greet them. "Maybe," Bree said, "but... I doubt it."