Chapter 4 Scarlett

I'm walking around aimlessly at the park hoping to get run over by a deranged bicyclist so I don't have to go to dinner with the person who could kill me if I made one mistake. Life sucks. I'm not even joking. Society just doesn't like people like me and is it my fault I like sex? No it's not, but I'm shunned for it anyway. Really? I would worry if someone didn't like sex, but as I've said already, life sucks.

I look at the conveniently placed clock on a light pole and sigh. Well, I should start walking to my doom. Yeah I've decided there's no way I can keep this a secret from him, so I might as well get it out in the open. After all, I can always relocate myself if need be. I've done it before, I can do it again.

I walk into the restaurant and immediately spot the man I'm to have dinner with. It's because of the big crowd surrounding him, not like I actually looked. I made my way over there almost getting trampled in the process, but somehow making it to him alive with only a few bruises.

"Hello mister Jonas, I see you brought your eunterauge." My smile not reaching my eyes, but he wouldn't notice, not with all these people to distract him right? No I didn't think so.

"Sorry, I didn't think I'd be recognized." I look at him like he's gone nuts, really?! Whoever told him that a simple pair of sunglasses makes him unrecognizable should be shot. I sigh and grab his hand pulling him from the booth.

"Where are we going?" wow I just had major dejavou

"Somewhere where there's no one to overhear what I have to say, it's kind of important." I pull him through the crowd to the back entrance. "I hope your shoes are comfortable to run in." I say simply before taking off down the alley. He follows closely and we're soon able to lose the pesky tagalongs.

"So where are we going now that dinner is ruined, sorry about that by the way."

"Don't worry about it, I wasn't that hungry anyway." Who was I trying to kid, I'm starving. I hope my stomach doesn't realize that though or my little white lie would die right there. "How about this hotel room I know of. I have some things to tell you that shouldn't be overheard." He looks skeptical but goes against his obvious better judgment and nods. I lead him to my favorite hotel. I walk past the lobby and go straight for my usual room.

"Aren't we going to pay?" Kevin asks naively.

"No, don't worry, I practically live here. My good friend owns this place." I say with a ghost of a smile. I open the door and walk in. Kevin follows slowly before closing the door, leaving it unlocked.

"So what was it you needed to tell me?" he asks confusion written all over his face. I sigh and motion for him to sit down on the bed. He complies and I take a seat next to him.

"It has to do with Nick and his behavior lately." He cuts me off.

"Yeah I'm really sorry about that." I wave my hand showing him he needn't continue.

"No actually, he has every right to be mad at me. This is hard for me to tell you this, but I'm actually a paid escort."

"Well, that's not so bad, why would that be hard?"

"Well, because I'm not the good kind of paid escort. I'm sure I don't have to give you the birds and the bees talk for this."

His eyes widen in understanding, but it only lasts for a little while before he's confused again. "What does that have to do with Nick; he didn't pay for an escort." I take a deep breath preparing myself for the worst. I don't think he's the hitting type, but you never know. I had to deal with one once and let me tell you, you would never think they were the hitting type. It's always the nice ones you have to worry about.

"Well, actually he did, he was just backwards. Hold on let me just tell you how it all went down; trust me it's not in any way his fault. I take full responsibility." He nods, albeit reluctantly, but he nods all the same. "Well, as you know, his girlfriend broke up with him, well, I was there and it didn't seem like he could take all the attention just then, I mean who would want attention after you've been publicly dumped? Anyway, I left my current customer and got him out of the crowd and took him to a diner down the street, you know, so he can collect himself and have some alone time. He blamed himself for what that. . girl, did. I told him it wasn't his fault, I don't know if he believed me or not, but the next thing I know we're kissing. I totally took advantage of him in his time of hurt. He obviously wasn't in his right mind at the time. I should have stopped and just took him home even if he didn't want to. There was this mad gleam in his eye. I don't know, it all just happened so fast. I wanted it I know that, I always want it, but I'm not exactly sure if he wanted it or if he was just out of his mind. I'm really sorry, I know I screwed up, I would take it back if I could, but I obviously can't. He did pay me, but how he found out what I do is beyond me, I wasn't going to tell him or make him pay, but he insisted. He didn't want to see me again, and I understand that, but I had to give the ring back. I'm just really sorry. I just. . "I trail off, at a loss for words. Kevin just sits there no emotion showing on his face. Damn I would never want to go up against him in a game of poker. After a few agonizing minutes he lets out a big sigh.

"I guess I knew that's what had happened, I mean, not about you being a paid escort or anything, but I guessed something of this sort had happened when he didn't want to talk about that night. Now he's so moody and angry. I think he blames himself for everything." He started rambling to himself softly so I couldn't understand him. I decide to cut in.

"Well, I just thought you should know and don't worry, I'm not going public with this or anything, I just feel really bad about what happened. I wanted you to know so you can help him. Tell him that it's not his fault. Please, I don't want him to feel guilty for what I did." I pause to chance a look at Kevin's face. How can it be that he's not glaring daggers at me? What kind of person is he? Is he the psychopathic kind who laughs as he'd disposing of the body? Shit, I'm going to die by the hands of a famous pop star.

"I know. I appreciate what you've done, well, obviously not how you gave you, um, shall we say, special kind of comfort. I only wish one of us could have been there for him. Then maybe, we wouldn't be in this situation." He smiles kindly. What the hell, he has to be some kind of saint or something to not be flipping his lid right now. "Thank you for your help." He stands up ready to leave I guess. Wow, he took that a lot better than I thought ever possible. I follow him to the door. "I would like to keep in touch with you please." He says turning to me with those big brown eyes. Hmm, they must run in the family. Wait, did he just say he wants to keep in touch with me? What the hell for? I already told him I wouldn't blab!

"What for?" I asked. I guess the panicked look on my face is funny to him because he starts laughing.

"No reason really. You know, under different circumstances, I think we all could have been friends."

I snort. Oh my god he actually made me snort the bastard, I haven't done that since I was 12. "Yeah, I don't think so; my views on life are way different."

"Different could be good sometimes." He says smiling. I roll my eyes and follow him out of the room.