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-I'm Italian, so English isn't my first language. I'm trying to do my best to translate it, but if there are any grammatical mistakes or other kind of mistakes, feel free to let me know: I'd really like to improve my English knowledge;
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-There will be strong languages, violence and sex scenes.
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36. It was the night things changed
«… so I think I could accept it, it's a good step ahead in my career, isn't it?» Renee Young was saying to Dean when Lydia and Joe joined them at the table.
Jon immediately looked away from the blonde girl to address a lazy smile to Lydia, who was slipping next to him.
«Hey, there ya are.» he welcomed her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her tightly her to himself; he kissed her temple «Where were ya?»
Lydia blushed, pointing to the dance floor. «Over there, having some fun. You didn't come dancing, Mr Ambrose?»
Renee stiffened, hurt by being so happily ignored by Jon as soon as that bobby soxer appeared.
What did she have that made her so special? She wasn't beautiful nor attractive… and she definitely wasn't Ambrose's type.
Jon was now sniggering. «I don't dance, Sunshine.» he answered, hiding a new smile behind the beer mug.
«Don't you?! They're dance moves though, the ones you do in the ring!» she teased him amused.
«What moves…? I do… I do not dance.» Jon set, shaking his head and letting his hair fall to cover his forehead.
«Yes, you do! You just wiggle!» Lydia wiggled, acting as Dean Ambrose, which made Joe burst out laughing. «Hey, dude: she's right, you do that!»
«I get – I do not wiggle!» Jon protested, frowning and trying to suppress a smile «Do I look like Norman Smiley to you?»
Lydia giggled and nodded, so he glared at her and grabbed her chin in his hand. «How dare you! I don't wiggle in the ring! Got it?» he harshly stated, but there was an amused light in his eyes.
«Got it, sir!» Lydia giggled again. She had to admit she felt a bit dizzy: after all, that cocktail wasn't more fruits than alcohol and she had already drunk three of those!
«Good girl.» Jon answered and pecked her lips, wrapping her shoulders with one arm and keeping her pressed against himself, as he drank another sip of his beer.
Renee Young had observed the scene with an hard and cold expression: she hated them together. They had nothing to do one with another! How could Jon have chosen her? What did she give him? What did they have in common? And now… she got in her way even inside WWE! Oh yes, you already took the guy I love away from me, do you wanna take also my job? Stupid simpering bitch…
«Renee, you okay?» Joe's dark voice brought her back to reality, forcing her to look away from the couple in front of her. The Samoan was looking at her with an intense glance of his grey irises, scrutinizing her very carefully. He sees too much.
Renee forced a smile on her red lips. «Yeah, why?» she candidly asked, fluttering her doe-eyes.
Joe shrugged. «You seemed to be quite… concentrated.»
«It's okay, I was just immersed in my own thoughts, I'm fine!»
«If you're sure…»
«Ya have red cheeks and lucid eyes.» Jon was murmuring to Lydia, brushing his fingers against her streaming cheeks «Ya drunk, little fighter?»
Lydia shook her head. «Not at all! It's just the third of these I drank, they ain't this strong!» she got rid of him «What are you drinking, instead?» she asked curious.
Again, Renee's words boomed in her mind.
"I already ordered you a beer, Dean! Your favorite one!"
As if she wanted to rub in her face she knew which was his favorite beer! Tsk! Now she would have known it as well.
«Guinness.» Jon answered, approaching the beer mug to her lips «Wanna taste it?»
Lydia nodded and took a sip, but then she wrinkled her lips into a grimace. «It's bitter.» she protested, still having in her mouth the sweet taste of her cocktail.
Jon chuckled and shook his head. «Ya adorable.» he murmured, pressing again his lips against her temple.
«'Cause I don't like your beer?» she asked amused, looking at him from below with a sweet pout.
«Nope, cos ya have a funny white mustache of beer on your upper lip, Sunshine.» he teased her.
«What? Clean me up!» she protested like a little kid, hitting him with a blow on his chest.
Jon looked up to the sky and moved his finger upon her lip, gathering the beer foam. Then, without looking away from her, with irises which was so intense that she felt being almost swallow up by them, he brought his index finger to his lips and slowly sucked it.
God… Jonathan Good was sex on legs.
And the cocky bastard perfectly knew that and he played all his cards to his favour.
Lydia felt her stomach twisting and a trembling sigh left her lips. She blushed even more.
«Now ya all clean, Sunshine.» he murmured then, with an husky and sexy voice, smirking because he had became totally aware of the effect he was having on her.
«T-Thank you…» Lydia stuttered, her eyes downcast.
«Like I said, adorable.» he repeated amused.
Renee had observed the entire scene and she had now one hand tightened in a fist under the table.
«You wanna go grab something else to drink, Ren?» Joe delicatedly asked, protruding toward her to brush her arm.
The blondie girl shook herself off and looked at him, but it was just like she couldn't see him. «Yeah, whatever.» she weakly answered, getting up and following him to the bar.
It wasn't over yet. She just needed to get a grip of herself. And to walk away from those two. Jon was so sweet… he was queasy.
«He finally understood!» Jon snorted exasperated.
Lydia curiously glanced at him. «Who?»
«Joe. I wanted them to get lost and…» he pulled her to himself, slipping her legs on his thighs «To leave us alone.»
Lydia blushed again and rested one hand on his chest. «Yeah? Why?»
Jon smirked. «So I could do this…» he lowered down and pressed his lips on hers, sweetly kissing her.
His lips were soft and they tasted of beer, but against hers still had an amazing flavor. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and caressed hers, a gruff sensation of absolute domination, which made her lose touch of reality.
Everytime Jon kissed her, it was just like he didn't drop the ball to remind her he possessed her.
She was his property.
When he pulled away, with that cocky smirk on his lips, Lydia stared at him, her eyes even more lucid. «And couldn't you do this in any case?» she whispered, breathless.
«Yep.» Jon answered, clutching in one shoulder «But I don't like having an audience. I like to keep my privacy… unlike someone else.»
Jon looked amused toward the dancefloor and Lydia curiously followed his gaze: among the crowd of dancing people, there was…
«Is that… Seth?» she whispered, frowning.
Seth Rollins was clutching the blondie girl she had seen before, in an attitude which was much more than simply intimate. They were brushing their bodies one against the other, with no discretion, dancing like they were alone in that room.
«Yep.» Jon said, distractedly caressing her arm.
«But… but isn't he… isn't he engaged with…»
«Leighla?» Jon chuckled «Yeah. But he liked to have fun, when she can't see him.»
«Oh.» Lydia wrinkled her nose, a little vexed. «And isn't he afraid that… someone might take a picture of them?»
«With these lights? Ya can't see farther than ya nose, Sunshine. And then, they're just dancing, after all. They're no kissin'.»
«According to me, what they're doing it's quite worse than kissing.» Lydia commented, not being able to look away from them.
Even in the darkness, she could notice how much beautiful the girl was: she had long, golden hair, tanned skin and the body suitable to a Victoria's Secret's model. The white dress she was wearing was so tight-fitting it seemed a second skin, but it suited her perfectly. With the silver decoulté she was wearing, she was even taller than Colby.
«Aww, ya so prudish.» Jon jeered at her.
Lydia pouted and shook her head, finally looking away from them and resting her eyes on his boyfriend, who had an amused sparkle in his eyes.
«Didn't think Colby to be the kind of guy who…»
«Unashamedly cheats on his woman?» Jon ended for her, raising a brow.
«Does he really do that?» she asked curious, but then she added «I know it's none of my business.»
«No, it's not.» Jon harshly answered, but then his eyes softened again «Leighla and Colby had… a complicated relationship. They live separately for more than a half year and he's always around the world, surrounded by temptations. It's quite normal he caves in sometimes, he's a man. The flesh is weak.» he added, taking a sip of beer.
It's quite normal he caves in sometimes, he's a man.
Lydia swallowed and stiffened. «Wow, reassuring words to say to your girlfriend.» she murmured.
Jon stared at her bewildered, then he narrowed his gaze. «Why? What did I say wrong, Sunshine?» he asked naively.
Jonathan Good really didn't know anything about relationship, it was quite evident.
«So, is it normal to you cheat on your girlfriend, just because you have many temptations around?» she asked grumpy, folding her arms to her chest.
«Hey, it's only cheating if you get caught.» Jon answered seraphic.
«So, if I don't catch you, you can bang someone else?» she tartly asked, feeling suddenly angry.
She didn't want to blurt it out like that, but maybe there wasn't a nicer way to say it.
And then, it was also alcohol fault.
Jon widened his eyes and blanched, becoming aware just in that very moment of the gaffe he had just done, to protect his friend. «No! Oh, shit… I don't…!»
«You don't what, Dean?» she hissed.
She was really pissed off.
Jon didn't have time to answer or to try and justify himself, because in that moment Dolph came back to the table and sat down next to Lydia, totally ignoring the fact that maybe Dean and her wanted to be alone.
«Karaoke will be up in ten minutes!» he announced, with a glee that Jon found extremely annoying «Why don't you sign yourself up, babe?»
Lydia turned toward Nick, candidly smiling at him and giving Dean her back. His expression became even more hard and stern. There was no amusement left in his blue eyes.
«Uhm… no, I don't think it's a good idea, Nick…» she said, a bit in awe.
«Oh, don't act shy now! You went on air worldwide as Monday Night RAW special ring-announcer, tonight! You can't feel in awe for a little song to the karaoke in an unknown pub in Oklahoma City!» Dolph protested.
«Ziggler's right! Girl, you MUST sing!» Naomi stepped in between, arriving from the dance floor with one of the Usos, who had an arm around her shoulders «Jon and I just signed up! You have to, too! Lydia had a wonderful voice, we have listened her singing at Roman's daughter's birthday party: she has a gift, hasn't she, Ambrose?» she ringed enthusiastic.
Jon shook himself off and looked at Trinity. «Uhm, yeah.» he distractedly agreed.
He was still too much busy in incinerate Dolph with his glare.
From his point of view, Ziggler was completely ignoring him, his big blue eyes pointed on Lydia, who was nervously torturing her lips, trying to bail herself out.
«Guys, I don't…»
«Oh, c'mon! Don't play hard to get, babe! Let's go, I'll sing with you! Let's go sign up!» Nick didn't gave her time to protest, because he grabbed her hand and dragged her away.
Under Jon's furious gaze.
«I'll sing with you…!» Dean tartly mocked Dolph, kicking the bench and huffing «Fuck off!» he cursed under his breath, finishing his beer with three long sips and slamming the mug on the table.
«You okay?» Renee's sweet voice asked, as she took again her place next to him.
Jon glared at her, with an icy glance. «Whatcha drinkin'?» he bluntly asked.
«Oh, it's…»
«Don't really care, may I?» he asked, reaching her out and scrutinizing her with those intense blue eyes which had always been able to let her knees… and her heart… tremble.
«Y-yes, of course…» Renee answered, furiously blushing.
Jon smirked and brushed his fingers against hers, taking the glass away from her hand and drinking a long sip. He widened his eyes and gave the glass back to her.
«What the fuck is that?» he asked, pulling a face.
«Passion Fruits.» Renee shyly answered «Don't you like it?»
«It's too much sweet.» he said, licking his lips.
And it tastes of Lydia.
Sierra. Hotel. India. Echo. Lima. Delta.
The SHIELD.
Suddenly, the Hounds of Justice's theme song filled the short silence between the end of a song and the beginning of another. Renee looked around, baffled.
«Did you hear that?» she asked, leaning toward Jon to let him hear her, because now a new techno song had filled the room.
Jon briefly nodded and his eyes landed on Lydia's shoulder bag, abandoned on the chair with her black coat.
She was the only one who could have that ringtone.
With no hesitation, Jon grabbed the shoulder bag, which vibrated, and unzipped it, grabbing the cellphone.
«Dean, you shouldn't…» Renee tried, but he hushed her with a gesture of his hand.
«It's my girlfriend's phone, I can.» he harshly answered and Renee looked down and swallowed, mortified.
Jon stared at the screen.
Incoming call… B.
He swallowed and took a deep breath: what did he have to do? Answer it? Ignoring the call?
«Dean…?» Renee called him, worried by the change of expression his face had gained: he seemed to be now very angry.
With an abrupt gesture, Jon pressed the red button, rejecting the call, and put Lydia's cellphone in his pocket, under Renee's curious eyes.
They remained silent. Dean kept to nervously stare into space and had both his hands tightened on the table. Renee looked at him sideways, wondering what was happened to make him so nervous.
Who was B?
Suddenly, the psychedelic lights in the room turned off and a single spotlight illuminated the stage, remained in the darkness until that moment.
«Ladies and gentlemen, let's officially begin the karaoke!» the DJ announced «Whoever want to sing a song and hasn't signed up, he or she could do it at that table over there! Don't be shy and have fun!»
Jon was distracted from his thoughts, because the major part of the people who was climbing up the stage were Superstars or Divas and that made him momentarily forget about B. and why did she decide to call Lydia that night.
The Bellas sang Ooops I Did It Again by Britney Spears, followed by Naomi and Jimmy Uso, who sang Accidentally in Love and then…
«Please welcome the next couple: Nick and Lydia!»
Jon's bad mood returned, as his jaw clenched and one hand tightened itself in a violent fist. His eyes, now fixed on the stage, burned of rage.
Lydia was smiling with her usual carefree sweetness, her hair a bit ruffled and her cheeks flushed. Nick was looking at her amused, near her, too much near her. Some staff member gave them two microphones and then Taylor Swift's 22 musical base started.
Jon lightly smiled, guessing she was the one to choose that song. She loved Taylor Swift.
«It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters and make fun of our exes, uh uh, uh uh.» Dolph began.
Lydia smiled, then she sang the second stanza. «It feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight, to fall in love with strangers, uh uh, uh uh!»
«Yeah! We're happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time.» they sang together «It's miserable and magical! Oh, yeah! Tonight's the night when we forget about the deadlines… It's time! Uh oh! I don't know about you!» Lydia pointed Dolph, then herself «But I'm feeling 22! Everything will be alright, if you keep me next to you!» now she had turned toward the audience and her index finger was pointing Jon «You don't know about me! But I'll bet you want to…Everything will be alright!»
Jon chuckled and shook his head: when Lydia sang, she lightened up… she was happy, carefree, amused. She was beautiful. How could he be mad at her?
No, it was Lydia who was mad at him, for what he had said. Goddamit, what a dickhead he was. He shook his head, mentally cursing at himself.
He needed to make it up… to… apologize.
Lydia and Nick continued to sing and the explosive charge she had soon captivated the entire pub: it seemed to be to a concert. She jumped here and there on the stage, wiggled her shoulders and her hips and handed the microphone to the audience to make it participate.
She seemed to be born to stay on a stage.
Many others came in succession on the stage and Lydia climbed on it many other times. She had been involved by The Bellas for a Spanish song, very cheerful; then she had convinced Damien Sandow to sing Holiday by Green Day and she had sung again with Nick, this time Call Me Maybe.
She was really having a good time, but, in between a song and another, she went to the bar a little too often and, whilst her pocket didn't empty – first Nick, then Damien, then Cesaro had offered her drinks – the level of alcohol in her blood was exponentially increasing, making her less shy and more shameless and cheerful.
She had never returned to Jon, because she didn't want to ruin her good mood because of him and his out of place words.
And, by the way, she was sure he was having fun with Renee… as she couldn't catch him.
«Fuck you.» she muttered to herself, as she waited for still another Passion Fruits. She had lost count of how many of those she had drunk, maybe five… or six… Oh, who cared?
Someone handed a bill next to her. «May I offer you the next round?»
Lydia blinked and turned on the stool, observing the man standing next to her: it wasn't Dean… it wasn't Seth… it wasn't Roman. It wasn't either Nick… nor anybody she knew, actually.
The man, who was now smiling at her, was thin and dressed in a grey suit and he was very elegant. He had short hair and a pair of squared shaped glasses, which made his brown eyes bigger.
Another admirer? She had had enough, for that night, thank you very much. But if she didn't have to pay, then…
Lydia shrugged. «Thanks.» she simply answered, grabbing the glass the barman gave to her. «This guy pays for me!» she shouted to the waitress and, without waiting, she turned around and went away.
«Hey, don't! Wait, don't run away like that!» the man ran after her, stopping her by an arm.
Lydia looked at the hand with which he had grabbed her, then she looked at him. «You better not touch me like that. I'm friend of a loooot of wrestlers, around here.» she warned him, slurring her speech.
The man raised his hands in resignation. «Excuse me, please. I've been inappropriate. I just wanted to talk with you.»
«Mom told me not to talk with strangers.» she reproached, pouting «So, byeeeeeee!»
She turned around and entered again into the crowd.
«No, wai-» the man tried to stop her, but someone came in his way, impeding him to follow her.
«I think the girl had been quite clear.» Roman sternly said, his huge, muscled arms folded to his chest. He hadn't lost sight of Lydia, not even for one second. «Leave her alone, if you are not looking for trouble, got it?»
The man opened his lips. «But I just wanted to…»
«You just wanted to… nothing. Get lost.» Seth commanded, flanking his friend.
Then he turned around and reached Lydia, who was now dancing alone under the stage, to the rhythm of the song two guys were singing.
«Hey, sweetheart.» he came near her, resting one hand behind her back, his lips near her ear, to be heard.
Lydia winced and poured a bit of cocktail on her chest.
«Sethie!» she happily exclaimed «Don't sneak up to me like that, you scared me…! Look… what a disaster!» she pointed her jersey, now wet of alcohol.
Colby chuckled. «Sorry, sweetheart, didn't mean to. Wait, come with me, we can grab a tissue.»
Lydia shrugged. «Nah, relax, it will dry immediately! It's so hot in here… oh, I'd like to take this jersey off!»
She was drunk. Totally drunk.
«Lydia…»
«Dance with me, Sethie! Let's dance!» with still the glass in one hand, she took him with the other hand and did a pirouette under his arm.
Colby stopped her. «How many of those drinks have you drunk?» he asked worried.
«I dunno! Who cares?» she giggled amused and brought the glass to her lips, once again. But, before she could take a sip, Colby took it away from her hand and she pouted.
God, with those lucid, big eyes, her cheeks red and her lips pouted like that… Lydia was even more alluring.
«I care.» he said sternly, observing her with piercing eyes «And Jon cares.» he added then, forcing those words out of his mouth.
«Pffff. Jon.» Lydia said with a grimace half revolted and half annoyed, shaking her head «He doesn't really care!»
Colby stared at her, raising an eyebrow. «The hell are you talking about? Of course he cares.» he wrapped one arm around her waist, starting to lead her away from the stage «Let's go, I'm taking you to him, he's looking for you, you know?»
Lydia abruptly stopped and then backed out of his grip, pushing both her hands on his chest. «No! I don't wanna go to him! He can stay with Renee, so he can fuck with her! It's not cheating, if he doesn't get caught, is it?» she twittered annoyed, glaring at Colby.
«Lydia, what are you…?»
«Nah-ah!» she interrupted him, shaking her index finger in front of his face «Don't play dumb with me, Mr. Rollins! I know you think the same! I saw you, you know? Leighla is so damn right to be jealous bitch to you!»
Colby widened his eyes, then cleared his throat and tried to recover from the astonishment her words caused to him. He rested again his hand behind her back. «You're drunk, sweetheart. It's better if we grab your stuff and go back to the hotel.»
Lydia pushed him away again. «Don't touch me! I don't wanna go home, I'm finally having fun!» she protested as a capricious child.
«Lydia…» Colby's voice was calm, but it seemed on the verge of loosing his patience.
«You know what I wanna do, Sethie? I wanna go on the stage! I wanna sing! Yeah, I'm gonna sing!» she said, nodding to give emphasis to her words.
«I don't think that's a good idea…»
«I do, instead!» she looked at him with a big grin «Come sing with me!» she then exclaimed, grabbing him by one hand.
«What?! No, sweetheart. I'm not g-»
«Oh, c'mon! We could… mmm…. You know Say Something? No? And Just Give Me A Reason?»
«No, Lydia, we have to…» Seth tried again, but she was unstoppable.
«Okay, got it, I'm gonna sing alone! Can you take my glass… oh, you already took it! What an efficient, good boy you are!» she gave him a pair of pat on his shoulders, then she turned around and walked toward the stage.
He needed to inform Jon. Lydia was totally out.
It was at least half an hour, if not more, Jon was looking for Lydia in the crowd. Sometimes, he saw her, tried to reach her, but someone got in his way and, every time, when he arrived in the point where he had seen her, she was gone.
He was about to make a massacre.
Then, suddenly, he saw her: she was again on the stage and had took an acoustic guitar; she was sitting on a stool and was adjusting the microphone to the right height.
He remained frozen to observe her, with a flashback sensation which moved on that borderline between pleasure and pain.
It was exactly like the first time he had seen her: alone, on a stage, with a guitar in her arms and her expression lost and melancholic.
She cleared her voice and then she started to play and to sing, stopping his time as always. Everything became dark and she was the only thing to exist in his world.
«This is wrong but I can't help but feel like
There ain't nothing more right babe.
Misty morning comes again and I can't
Help but wish I could see your face.
And I knew from the first note played
I'd be breaking all my rules to see you.
You smile that beautiful smile and
All the girls in the front row scream your name.»
Lydia was amazing. When she sang, she lightened up. There was something magnetic in her… something which made his heart inexplicably beat faster in his chest.
«So dim that spotlight, tell me things like I can't take my eyes off of you…»
«Excuse me…?»
Jon turned around, finally looking away from Lydia, even if unwillingly. He observed the man next to him, he had never seen him before: he was shorter than Jon himself, thin and well-dressed, with a pair of squared shaped glasses on his hooked nose.
«Yeah?» he asked, annoyed he had distracted him from Lydia.
The man cordially smiled, but Jon didn't reciprocate, just glaring at him.
«You know that girl?» the man asked, pointing at Lydia with a nod of his head.
Dean narrowed his eyes, in alert, and tightened his hands. «Why?»
«I'm no one special, just another wide eyed girl who's desperately in love with you!»
«You know her or you don't?» he insisted and Jon stared at him, more and more nervous. He just nodded, wondering what in the hell that guy wanted with Lydia.
It was someone who knew her?
The man's lips opened in a big smile. «Oh, finally I can talk to someone!» he exclaimed to himself, starting to rummage in the pockets of the grey jacket he was wearing. Jon looked at him with growing gut feeling, which was making him sick.
«Give me a photograph to hang on my wall, Superstar…»
«I'm quite in a rush…» the man added «But can you give this to her from me?»
He pulled a business card out of the pocket and handed it to him.
Jon skeptically raised a brow, but he eventually took it and nodded again.
«Thank you so much! I hope I'll have her news soon!» the mysterious man exclaimed, with an enthusiasm that Jon found seriously irritating.
He wanted to punch him in the face.
He lowered his gaze on the business card, trying to read the information in the dimlight of the pub.
"Mel's Recording Studio"
melvin . clarke melrecords . com
405 – 856 – 2840
Was… was that a business card of a record company?!
«Jon! Here you are!»
«We've looked for you like everywhere!»
Roman and Seth joined him, muscle in the crowd, and Dean winced, coming out from his thoughts. Raising his gaze, he saw Lydia was still on the stage. Her voice monopolized his attention for some seconds, having a sort of calming effect on his nerves.
«Morning loneliness comes around
When I'm not dreaming about you.
When my world wakes up today
You'll be in another town.
And I knew when I saw your face
I'd be counting down the ways to see you.
You smile that beautiful smile and
All the girls in the front row scream your name.»
«Who was that man?» Joe asked, bringing him back to reality.
Jon shook himself off and tightened the hand in a fist, crushing the business card and promptly hiding it.
«Which man?» he answered calm, with no emotion.
«The man who was standing next to you, well-dress, with a pair of glasses.» Colby said «We've seen him trying to talk to Lydia at all costs.»
Jon shrugged. «He mistook her with some tv series actress.» he lied, continuing to keep his eyes on Lydia.
«So dim that spotlight, tell me things like I can't take my eyes off of you…»
«Oh, yeah?» Colby said, frowning and glancing at Joe, who just shrugged.
«Yes.» Jon cut them off, inserting his hand inside the pocket of his leather jacket and hiding the business card.
In that very moment, the pocket vibrated.
Sierra. Hotel. India. Echo. Lima. Delta.
The SHIELD.
«Did you hear that?» Joe said, looking around «It seemed…»
Jon pulled Lydia's cellphone out.
«Don't ya ever give the fuck up…?» he nervously muttered, reading the name on the screen.
Incoming call… B.
«Isn't that Lydia's…» Colby noticed, but Jon didn't let him finish.
«Gotta go out. Ya keep an eye on Lydia, yeah? Great.» and, without further waiting, he disappeared into the crowd, under Joe and Colby's baffled eyes.
Lydia, who had looked at Jon for the entire time, felt her heart sinking a bit to the sight of Jon who was leaving the room, never looking back at her.
Where was he going so fast?
And why in the hell Renee was now following him?
«I'm no one special, just another wide eyed girl who's desperately in love with you…» she sang «Give me a photograph to hang on my wall…»
She sighed, seeing him disappeared beyond the door. «Superstar…»
What does B. want with Lydia? Is Jon gonna answer her? And will he give her the business card? What is Lydia gonna do more than she already did, being so drunk? Will Jon be able to redeem himself? And why is Renee following him outside? To have the answer to all of these questions, just keep following me! And review! The more reviews, the sooner I'll update! THANK YOU!