Laughing at Sharlee's lastest joke kept me from noticing Brehan walk our way. She butted her way in and stood next to me,
"You girls don't mind if I steal him do you?" They all shook their heads and told me good-bye, before I knew it she was dragging me away.
"So, Nick what are you doing after this?" I shook my head,
"Don't know. Why?" She shrugged,
"Maybe you can hang with me? I'm having a party at my place tonight. A little after afterparty. You should come." Excuse me, was this the same chick that blew me off about an hour ago? Now she wants to hang out with me? I don't understand girls, I never have and I never will. They were way too much for me and I'm not too proud to admit that.
"I don't know." She shrugged,
"Come on, it'll be fun." What do I have to lose? Curiosity got the better of me and I shrugged,
"Ok, sure why not." She hugged me and when she ran her hands up and down my back and got shivers. She kissed me on the cheek and felt like I was in some other world as I looked around trying to get a grasp of the whole situation. I looked around for Carl and let him know that I was leaving and that I didn't need him. Of course he wasn't happy about that at all, but I let him know where I was going and I had my cell phone with me. Sometimes I swear it's not employer and employee, it's babysitter and child. I wonder if other people had as much trouble with their security as I seem to have with mine. She held my hand as we walked out of the club followed by some girl and headed towards the limo that was waiting. I stood and waited for them to get in the car but Brehan told her friend to get in the front seat.
Sitting in the back of the limo with her in complete silence left me with alot of time to think. All I could think about was why was I in this car right now? Why had she invited me?
"Why did you give me your number?" Wow, didn't mean to just come out with that one, at least not like that. She looked up and shrugged,
"I don't know." I nodded and looked down at the floor,
"But I notice you didn't use it. Any particular reason?" Caught like a deer in headlights and I guess I looked the part because she began to laugh,
"It's ok, I'm not insulted. I figured maybe your girlfriend didn't give it to you?" My girlfriend, I definitely don't have one of those,
"I don't have a girlfriend." She frowned,
"The girl I gave the number to?" I had to laugh, she had been called my girlfriend before but that was by fans who thought I couldn't actually be anywhere near a girl without wanting to stick my dick in her,
"That's a friend, Nancy, she was a dancer on our last tour. She's engaged." Why I felt the need to tell her all that was beyond me but it seemed like relevant information. She simply nodded her head,
"Oh." The partition came down and her friend handed her a cell phone,
"It's Steven." Her face changed and she nodded as she took the phone and held it to her ear. I looked away not wanting to listen to her conversationm but I had no choice, I was five feet from her with no where to go. It didn't sound all that pleasant for someone who was talking to their boyfriend, even if they were also their manager. She held her head down and covered her face with her hand. I know what that is, she was crying and didn't want to be seen, I've done that before. We all do, but it's for not because it's so obvious what is going on.
"Are...are you ok?" I've been down this road before. Last time I asked her if she was ok I got bitched at,
"Yeah, I'm fine." That's something else people did that I didn't understand. She was upset, it was apparent, so why say nothing is wrong? Why not just say you don't want to talk about it? I know she's a human being and all but it still boggles my mind that she has emotions besides pissy, bossy, bitchy and mean. Maybe that's harsh, but it's how I feel. She's shown me nothing but attitude since the moment I met her and here I am, for the third time, showing her kindness.
"If you want to talk about it I'm listening. Don't worry I won't be selling any stories, I can keep my mouth shut." She looked up at I could see the tears,
"If I ask you something, will you tell me the truth?" I hate when people do this. It's always a question you have to answer with a lie because you don't want to hurt the other person's feelings and feel like an uncaring asshole,
"Yeah." Yeah? Why did I say that? That came out so fast. Damn, please let it be something easy like what time is it. But then again, who would lie about the time? Ok, ask me are you fat or ugly. You're definitely not fat and far from ugly so I could actually answer with the truth.
"Am I really a bitch?" Damn, she's going to make me lie right off the bat huh?
"Why do you ask me that? Did someone call you that?" She rolled her eyes and held up the phone,
"Yeah. Well? Am I?" I bit my lip and shook my head,
"I don't know you. I mean, we just met." She began to cry and I became nervous, "I've only seen you a couple of times. I couldn't judge you." She sighed,
"Don't be a pussy. Answer the question ok? Do you think I'm a bitch?" I sighed and shook my head,
"No, I don't." There's another lie, if my grandmother knew I was lying like this she'd make apologize. She started to cry more and I went over my words in my head. I said she wasn't a bitch right? I'm sure that's what I said,
"It's ok." She shook her head,
"I'm not a bad person." I nodded my head as I looked around for some tissue,
"I'm sure you're not." Man, whatever the hell she had been drinking makes you weepy and pathetic, hope I'm not like that when I drink,
"It's ok. I'm sure you're a nice person. You're not a bitch. Whoever called you that was wrong." She sniffed,
"You called me a bitch that night." My eyes were wide and suddenly I was attacked with the urge to cough and I couldn't stop. I held up my hand and she watched me for a moment before pouring me a glass of water,
"Thanks." I took a sip and took a deep breath afterwards,
"I was just...I don't think you're a bitch. I was having a bad night. I'm sorry." I wasn't having a bad night, I was actually having a good night until I ran into her, but there was no need to tell her that. Why add salt to her already painful wound? Her boyfriend just called her a bitch, I know from experience with Mandy that that word cuts deep for a girl when it comes from a man who is supposed to love you. She grabbed a tissue and wiped her eyes and nose,
"I know you're just saying that because I'm crying right now. I know I can be a bit overbearing, it's just how I am." I didn't have any words, what was I supposed to say? If I pished the issue I would only dig myself in deeper but if I didn't argue the point she would know that she was right. Well, she was right but she didn't need to know it. I decided to do what anyone in a corner would do, cause a distraction,
"Hey, your nose and eyes are going to be all red. You have to look good for you party." She shook her head and sighed,
"There is no party. The only people who will be at my place tonight is you and me."
Chapter 26
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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