Charlotte frowns, “But … you know how this stuff works, the media likes to make up shit.”
My poor naive sister, I think, shaking my head.
“Evan, she loves you, everyone can see it. I don’t believe she would do this.”
“Charlotte, drop it okay. I don’t want to talk about it. Sienna and I are done. Fuck love and Fuck Sienna Hayes.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Deep breaths, Si, deep breaths.” Derrick holds my head between my legs as I have a full on panic attack.
“I’ve never seen Evan so pissed before.” Vanessa adds.
Sitting up I look at my two oldest friends. “I fucked up. I should have told Evan about Beau but I was in shock.”
They both look at me with pity on their faces.
“You don’t want Beau back do you?” Derrick asks, looking very concerned to hear my answer.
“Fuck, no, I want Evan. I am in love with Evan,” I scream, catching myself on a sob. Seriously, I screwed up majorly; how stupid was I not to think that I wouldn’t be followed. We have had the paparazzi around us the whole tour, I should have known. I was so damn frazzled seeing Beau again I just ignored all my usual instincts.
“Did you see how mad he was? He is never going to forgive me,” I cry, curling up on Derrick’s lap.
A knock at the door sees Vanessa opening it to Isla’s pale face.
“Hey, I heard what happened. I am so sorry,” she sighed.
“Fuck, I can’t believe I have to do this or say this, but Evan wants you off the tour. He’s asked that you move hotels and that the job offer is no longer on the table or the move to LA.”
“What the fuck? That fucking bastard, how dare he,” Vanessa screams.
I reach for her arm to calm her. She is loyal to the core and would go into battle for me but I don’t want to ruin her job. “It’s fine, V, I’ll go.”
“So will I,” Derrick says, wrapping his arms around me.
“Sienna, I am so sorry. I told him he was a dick but his ego is wounded. I nod because I know how much I hurt him.
“Just give him time. He will eventually come around,” Isla adds.
I don’t think so.
***
It has been 72 hours since my life imploded, and not for the first time either this year. The boys have closed ranks around Evan leaving me very much out in the cold. Derrick and I moved hotels, as much as I hated it I needed to give Evan some time. The paparazzi has been relentless, of course after this photo, they dug around a little bit more and found everything about my and Beau’s past. So now old wounds are front and center for the world to see. I got a couple of messages from Beau apologizing for the kiss but I ignored them.
“Hey,” Vanessa says, joining us in our hotel room.
“The boys are leaving today; I have to go back to LA as well.”
My heart sinks a little. Is this how our story ends?
“Evan refuses to talk about what happened; he won’t even listen to reason when it comes to you; he’s one moody bastard.”
Pulling Vanessa into my arms the tears start to flow down my face.
“I’m sorry I messed it all up,” I mumble, into her shoulder.
“You made a mistake. You know what? I probably would have done the same thing. Everything that has come out about his dad and Diana; that is totally fucked up. I believe you when you say nothing happened but the photo does look unfavorable. Evan’s hurt. I know a bit about Hailey from Christian so I understand why he reacted the way he did. He’ll come around; it will just take time. You both love each other.”
Yeah, time that I think has run out.
“You have fun in Paris, you two,” Vanessa adds, as she leaves.
Yvette called after hearing about my very public breakup part deux and invited Derrick and I to stay with her. Paris would be good for the soul.
***
Knocking on Isla’s door, she was surprised to see me.#p#分页标题#e#
“Hey,” I say, not sure if she’s pissed at me or not?
Pulling me into a big hug she responds, “Hey, yourself.”
“I thought you were upset with me,” I start, the tears running down my face.
Isla looks at me giving me a sympathetic smile, “We’re friends, of course not. I believe you did something stupid. But I still love you.”
“I just wanted you to give this to Evan.”
Isla looks down at the large bag. “What is it?”
“Everything he ever bought me, all the clothes, underwear, jewelery, everything.”
Isla clutches her chest and says, “Not sure he is going to want it but I get the sentiment. So I hear you are off to Paris.”
“This year fucking sucks. Guess I need to work out what the hell I am doing with my life. I’m pretty sure Paris is the best place to start.”