How dare he? How dare he try to humiliate me like that? I�ve been nothing but nice to him and he tries to make me feel like shit. So what I don�t have a ring on my finger. That doesn�t mean that Steven loves me any less. He put a ring on Evelyn�s finger and look where that got her. She�s on the outside and I�m on the inside looking pretty. I didn�t see him putting a ring on someone�s finger. I didn�t see him as in love with his girlfriend as I am with Steven. Steven and I have been together for four years. I�m sure he can�t say the same about any girl he�s been with.
He was here with his band member. I didn�t see a woman on his arm. Where was she? It�s not like she had a real life.. She was off avoiding the real world by going to college. I don�t see college as some great experience that makes you a better person. Who needs half the stuff that they teach when it comes to surviving life. I know I don�t have any need for knowing who the first president was and when to use a comma but my bank account is large. And yes, I can read my contract and know how to calculate my money. All the education in the world can�t give you the common sense needed to survive in this world. But while they get praised because they spent tens of thousands of dollars on psychology classes I get branded an idiot or lesser person because I don�t have a degree.
She can�t be all that smart. She�s some where with her nose in a book while her boyfriend is off having sex with my friend. What kind of idiot doesn�t take care of her man � especially a man that has women all around him willing to do what he wants because he�s rich and famous. It didn�t matter if she was with him or not. She was no where in the same league as Sarah. Its not like Nick would deny Sarah for the sake of some plain girl.
What the hell was Nick doing with some regular girl anyway. He was a damn celebrity � a pop star. He should have a singer, actress or model on his arm. If nothing else a way hot part time model and public figure like Sarah. Although, Sarah was only known in Los Angeles as a rich girl do-gooder. The full time paparazzi and the local media knew who she was but that was about it. The average person on the street didn�t know who she was but they don�t matter.
Sarah wasn�t the typical rich trust fund girl. She worked with her father�s charity, her mother�s charity and she worked with young girls on self-esteem. Even though that�s not my cup of tea I have to commend her for all her work and not just living off her father�s money. She actually did something constructive with her life. She didn�t have a real job like me but she did work unlike these three twits than are in my line of sight.
Nicole Ritchie, Nicky and Paris Hilton make my stomach turn. Sarah had been in their circle of fun a few times and she wasn�t that impressed with Nicole and Paris. Nicky seemed to be a genuinely nice person but the other two took their role as children of privilege way too seriously. Paris and Nicole seem to go around talking about how they really are nice girls who are misunderstood � the victims of jealousy. In my experience, nice people don�t need to go around telling everyone how nice they are. Just because you don�t go around spitting on the hired help doesn�t mean you�re nice. The way you look at people, the way you speak to him � and not necessarily what you say, just how you say it � and how you exclude yourself makes you just as unpleasant and standoffish.
I jumped as I felt someone�s hands grabbed me by the waist as they shouted,
�Boo.� Into my ear. I turned, grabbing my heart, and saw a smiling Nick looking at me.
�Damn Nick. You scared the hell out of me. If some photographer snapped a picture of me looking stupid it�s your ass.� The bite in my voice dimmed the smile on his face and he nodded before taking a step back.
�What are you doing?� Did he really think that he could just come up to me and act as if he hadn�t tried to embarrass me earlier with that finger incident?
�I�m standing here mad as hell with you.� I could see the glimmer of hope fade.
�I�m sorry.� He wasn�t sorry. He didn�t mean that.
�No you�re not.� I said. I wasn�t going to let him think he could get over on me with puppy dog eyes and a lame sorry.
�When are you going to get it through your head that Steven and I are together. Accept it ok. I love him. That is never ever going to change. Do you understand that?� He nodded,
�Yeah I do.�
�I hope you do because Steven will always be in my life. If you can�t understand that then you can�t be apart of my life.� It was blunt but I didn�t know any other way to be.
He held his hands up,
�I got it. I definitely got it. You won�t hear another word from me about your boyfriend.� I nodded,
�Fianc�e.� I corrected him. I stepped into his ring of personal space � something I learned makes him a little uneasy � and wrapped my arms around his neck. The affection on my part always increases after a little substance use, which was necessary if I were going to stay up for my fun later tonight. His eyes seemed to dart around at the scene surrounding us. I grabbed his face by his chin and forced him to look at me,
�What are you looking at kid?� He shrugged,
�Just feeling a little uncomfortable at the moment.� I looked down at what he was wearing. He looked comfortable to me. He was wearing a light colored suit and no tie. Ties seemed to be the only thing that made guys uncomfortable but Nick was a kid so the whole idea of wearing a suit probably gave him a nervous tick.
�What are you uncomfortable about?� I followed his eyes, that had drifted again, towards the rich girl bimbos.
�I�m at the same party with those girls. It seems weird; like I don�t belong here.� I rolled my eyes at him and stepped in closer,
�Because you don�t belong. Neither do I and neither do they. It�s all a game. Everyone is busy doing what everyone else expects them to do, say, act all for the sake of the image.� My words didn�t seem to help him anyway,
�Look, everyone talks about models being a bad influence on young girls. That the pictures of us and the magazines make girls and women think negatively of themselves. And how we don�t have healthy bodies; blah, blah, blah. But let a celebrity gain ten pounds she gets ripped. Its all a fake world we live in. So it doesn�t matter about who belongs or not. Do what you want to do, act how you want to act and let everyone else fuck themselves.� He looked at me for a moment then placed his hands on my lower back and nodded,
�You�re right.� I kissed him quickly on the lips and couldn�t help but smile when he squeezed me. He definitely has the ability to make you feel good with those arms. I wonder if any other part of his body made a woman feel just as good, if not better. I think it definitely did something for Sarah. Her ass wouldn�t have flown out to Denver for sub par sport fucking.
Now I have this thought of what it must be like to have sex with him. Is he really any good? I don�t know what is good to Sarah. Sex is something she and I don�t discuss so it would be hard to tell. I�m not even sure how much leeway she gives a guy. Her wonderful may be my okay.
His gentleness and softness made me sure of what I wanted tonight. I didn�t necessarily want rough and wild. I wanted soft yet confident; I wanted someone who knew exactly what to do and how to do it.
I pulled back and looked at him,
�What are you doing tonight?�
Chapter 116
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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