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Jez and Morgead: SuperStar
Chapter 14
Jez POV
Wow, journalists were petty sometimes.
Claire and I read the story that dominated the front page of the newspaper, laughing every few seconds.
Just to clear something up, no Jonas Brother ever asked me out. That was a complete lie, which was spread by goodness-knows which crazed fan. They went weird sometimes.
"Wonder what Morgead will think of this," Claire said with a grin.
I glared at her. "He doesn't like reading," I said primly. "And, do we have to keep on talking about him? I've told you everything he told me."
"I doubt it."
"Nothing happened!"
"Sure... Then why are you blushing? You never blush."
"I do when someone is interrogating me," I muttered.
"Jez, in the picture you are holding hands. That makes it pretty obvious that something is going on. You promised you would tell me everything!"
"When did I promise that? And we always hold hands. My uncle used to make us hold hands when we walked around town when we were younger, and we just didn't stop."
"Well, that's a bit irresponsible."
I blinked and put my head to one side, like I always did when I was confused.
Claire sighed. "You're a public figure, so obviously people are going to be taking pictures of you. This gives them false information, but you have to admit they jumped to an honest conclusion."
I picked up the paper and ignored her, flitting through it to find something more interesting than lies on the front page and mounting disasters that were happening throughout the world. I didn't pay attention when Claire walked out of the room.
I curled up into a ball, bringing my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around my legs.
The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint my fans. It was because of them that I'd been able to see Morgead again. I felt like I owed them something.
My phone rang. I picked it up.
As the man on the other side spoke, I felt myself getting colder and colder.
Morgead POV
I didn't bother to get my bike. It took too long to get out of the communal garage. I stepped into my car instead.
I almost had a heart attack when it took longer than usual to start up. I hit the steering wheel as every light turned red as I approached it, as if it were a horse I was urging on in a race. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down enough to stop my hands from shaking. I was going to be a nervous wreck by the time I got to where Jez was staying.
I didn't realise what happened when I sped up after a red light went slowly to green until it was too late. Another car which had been going to fast approached me head on, like a stallion squaring up for a fight. I tried to turn, but my reactions seemed slower, and I felt glued to my place as the car collided with mine head on. I only heard the screeching of metal as it collided and white noise, screams, then nothing.