Beautifully Destroyed(23)
“You’re amazing,” he says as if it’s a matter of fact.
I pull him closer so he bumps against me. “I bet you tell that to all the girls.” He just shakes his head and moves out of my grasp, and going over to the closet, he grabs a black dressy looking jacket. He holds it out for me, and I put my arms in as he slips it on me.
“That’s better, now only I know what you look like from the back and I will be thinking about that all night,” he says without any joking tone in his voice and I feel the temperature in my body rising. We grab our things and head out of the apartment in search of Scott and Cecilia, who are just waiting for us downstairs.
When we get there, it’s more like a club I’d imagine than a party. There is a D.J., dance floor, and a bar set up. Cameron leads us to a table, and Cecilia goes off in search of a bathroom. “Let’s go get something to drink,” Cameron says to Scott and me.
“I will stay here and keep our spot. Nothing alcoholic for me,” I say, and he smirks at me.
“Fine, I will be watching you, and who do you think I am? I wouldn’t supply a minor with alcohol,” he says jokingly, and I swat at him playfully. “Don’t leave this spot,” he says firmly and he grazes his fingers along mine before he takes off in the direction of the bar with Scott. Watching him at the bar, I notice that everyone is aware of him. The girls want him and the guys want to be him. Someone comes in between my sight of him and tries to place something on Cameron’s spot.
“Sorry, that’s my friend’s spot, he just went to get drinks,” I say politely, looking over at Cameron, who is now watching me with a horrified look on his face. Glancing back at this girl, she is staring at me with such distain. I look at her as if to say who are you?
“I’m the girlfriend, who the hell are you?”
Chapter Twelve
Cameron
It’s as if I was watching my life fucking burn. There standing in front of Fate was Trisha. I nudge Scott, who turns looking back at the table and he curses. The look on Fate’s face is pure agony. I have no clue what Trisha said to her, but I watch as Fate takes off the jacket, throwing it on the table and begins walking away from our spot into the crowd away from me.
Trying to make my way through the crowd, I reach the table, but she’s long gone into the crowd. “Damn it,” I yell, and Trisha turns, looking at me with a giant smile on her face. The pit of my stomach is turning and I just want to run to Fate.
“Baby, there you are. Some girl was waiting here like a little groupie. She actually thought you went to get her a drink. Don’t worry, baby, I set her straight.” Leaning into me, she tries to kiss me. I don’t even have a chance to move because from behind her I see Fate and her eyes connect with mine just as Trisha’s lips touch the side of my mouth. The anguish that is showing on Fate’s face damn near wrecks me. What the hell have I done?
Pushing Trisha back gently, I look down at her with disappointment. “What did you say to her?” I say abruptly. Looking at Scott, I signal for him to go off and find Fate. He motions his hands for me to deal with this shit and goes off in the direction I just saw her flee too. “Trisha, what the hell did you do?” I snap.
“I told her I was the girlfriend and put her in her place. I don’t care if you’re flirting with your little fans, but when I’m here they need to realize who comes first,” she says proudly and I feel my rage building. Not just at Trisha but at myself. I should have told her about Trisha before any of this shit happened because that would have made this so much easier to explain when I finally catch up to her.
“You had no right,” I growl while grabbing Fate’s jacket and taking off to where I just saw Scott disappear to, leaving Trisha behind. Making my way through the crowd, I finally get outside and my heart drops to the floor when I hear her.
“I should have known, I’m so stupid,” she screams at Cecilia, who is trying to calm her down. “He’s a freaking rock star and I’m just some freshman with nothing to offer him.” Scott is just looking at Fate and I know he is feeling helpless in all this. “I’m leaving. I am not going back in there. When I get back to the apartment, I’m packing my stuff and going home for the weekend. I need some space. He should have told me, Cecelia,” she shouts.
“Yes, he should have. I told you he’s a fucker and you’d need me to bitch to, but be fair, there are two sides to every story, Fate,” Cecilia says, trying to bring Fate back from the rage she is feeling.
“Either you have a girlfriend or you don’t. It’s that fucking easy!” she roars, and I flinch at her swearing. This girl doesn’t curse and I did this. All that anger and hurt is because I didn’t tell her about Trisha.