There was a person who left me an anonymous review on the last chapter saying to guess who they were. I'm sorry. I don't know who you are.
I woke up.
I woke up to loud screams and yelling. But my head was throbbing so much, I could barely make out what they were saying.
Something about wishing he had never let me go here.
Something about him needing to stop being so controlling over me.
Something about the fact that I was his boyfriend, not the other person's.
My eyes flew open. I had followed the conversation long enough to tell who was doing the arguing.
N had come to get me.
I tried to sit up and wobble to my feet, but I felt myself about to fall and grabbed onto the nearest person's shirt.
Lucky me, it had to be Lucas.
"Ha! See?" Lucas smiled. "He wants to be with me, not you. Actions speak louder than words."
I know I wasn't helping, but I was just too weak to let go. I heard N growling, and he grabbed my hand to leave. I remember telling him to stop walking so fast, because I couldn't keep up and my head was spinning in circles. He didn't listen. Now that I think about it, he was probably going at normal speed, but it was just fast for me.
N opened the car door for me as I got in. He reached over to buckle my seatbelt before he stopped to look me in the eyes. N was a blur of green hair, blue eyes, and a peachy skin tone.
"Blair?"
"Whaa..t..?" I asked breathlessly. I must have sounded retarded. But I couldn't help it. I had no energy what-so-ever.
"Did you eat or drink anything while you were there?"
I nodded.
"What was it?"
I shrugged.
"He probably gave you something with some kinda drugs mixed into it.. Damn bastard.."
I snapped back into focus. "Hey! Don't talk about him like that!"
N gave me a look. "Blair, are you kidding me right now? Look at you! He did this to you!" he slammed the door on my side and got in on the driver's side, starting the car.
"Where's Lucas?" I found myself asking that without thinking the next day, as I walked hand-in-hand into the modeling agency with N.
"Sure not here," my sister muttered, doing some girl's makeup.
"Oh. Is he late?"
White just stared at me, the continued to powder the girl's face. "You're really dense, Blair. Make up your mind. Do you wanna be with this guy, or that Lucas person?"
I didn't have time for any of that. I let go of N's hand to go find Bianca. "Hey, Bianca?"
"Yes?"
"Where's Lucas?"
"Oh, he quit."
My heart fell to the floor.
"Repeat.."
"I said he quit."
"Why?" My voice cracked a bit.
Bianca shrugged, shaking her head, right as Barry walked in.
"I don't think it's any of your business why he quit, Black. But if you're so concerned with it, then why don't you just call him yourself?"
I lowered my head a bit. "I don't have his number.. Wait!" I got all happy again. "You know it!" I pointed a finger at Barry. "You know everything about everyone! Give me his number-" I got dragged away suddenly by N.
"Let's not.. do this, this mourning?"
I was honestly lost. "Do what?"
He didn't answer me, grabbing my camera off a shelf and placing it into my hands. "You're only shooting me, got it? You tried to make it work with other people, and look where that got us. So it's only me from now on."
"Huh? I'm only taking pictures of you?"
"That's what I said."
"It's a bit sudden, but is it really up to you?"
"No, but I could really care less. You're my boyfriend. Call me selfish, but I want you all to myself. So you can't shoot other guys," he walked away in a hurry, going to the dressing room.
Just then, I caught a hint of his selfishness. It's true, when I first met him, I felt no desire to shoot anyone else but him. His face, his body. Him and him alone. But now.. Well, now I wasn't sure what to think or how to feel. But right then, I was feeling a little bit jumpy, as someone hugged me from behind and covered up my eyes.
"Guess who?"
"Um.. um.." I stammered. I wasn't really good at guessing games. Mainly because they required you to think.
"Hmm. I'm disappointed you don't recognize the sound of my own voice. Maybe this will jog your memory." The person spun me around and kissed me on the lips.
"L-Lucas?"
He smiled at me. "Hi, cutie."
"I thought you had quit! I'm so happy to see you!" I hugged him, then let go. "Hey, wait a second, I'm mad at you."
"Mad at me?" he let out a laugh. "Mad at me for what?"
"Well, I'm glad that you think this is so funny. N told me about how you snuck something in my drink last night."
"Ah, don't worry about that. I only do that to people I care about."
I gave him a look.
"Okay, okay it was wrong of me, but how else was I supposed to get you alone?"
"Um? By just asking me?"
"Some guys just aren't as nice as you I guess. Usually I have to take drastic measures. I thought you'd run away."
"Ah.." I blushed a little. "You do know I'm dating N though, right?"
Lucas rolled his eyes. "Come with me, instead?"
"Hm? What do you mean?"
"Well.." he leaned himself up against a wall. "I quit this stupid modeling gig because my band got offered this sweet record deal. We're going on tour soon, and I didn't want to leave you. So I'm asking you to come with me. Besides, dating N doesn't sound like much fun anyway, compared to me."
Just then, I heard a door slam. We both turned to see N, as he stormed out of the dressing room and right up to Lucas, his fist clenched.
"Well I could beat your ass, does that sound fun?"
