"Baby…you're overreacting" Randy said as I slammed the door in our hotel room later on that night.
"Am I?" I asked taking my coat off. I tossed it on the armchair in the corner of the room.

"Yes you are"

I nodded and placed a hand on my hip.

"Wanna know what I think Randall?"

"You're gonna tell me anyway, babe" I shot him an angry glare. Randy was really pissing me off tonight. I was ready to yell, 'I THINK STACY IS A FUCKING LIAR' but I held back. I didn't need to yell, argue or scream anymore for the night.

"Fuck it. I'm going to bed." I said snatching two pillows off of the bed. I pulled the comforter off and bundled it up into my arms.

"What are you doing?" he asked watching me.

"What the fuck does it look like I'm doing? I'm sleeping on the floor tonight." I said kneeling down on the floor to make my make-shift bed.

"Babe, you are not sleeping on the floor, you're sleeping in the bed with me" he said tossing the pillows back onto the bed. I looked up at him defiantly.

"I don't want to sleep with you" I got back up. "You can sleep on the floor"

"No one is sleeping on the floor" I rolled my eyes in anger. Do you see that this is what happens when you don't book separate rooms? I thought for a second about running downstairs to see if they had any rooms available but I doubted it.

"Okay, fine" I knelt down and zipped my suitcase open. I dug for some clothes to wear some clothes to wear to bed. I found a couple pieces of lingerie and tossed them aside.
He's not getting any tonight, especially after that shit.

I found a RKO T-shirt that Randy gave me and boy shorts. I sighed. It was the only thing I had.

After I changed I climbed into bed. "Goodnight princess" Randy said patting my back.

"Whatever" I mumbled. We watched TV for awhile in silence. "Could you turn it to the news?" I questioned. "CNN or something…"
"South Park is on" Randy said.

"I got you the whole frickin seasons of South Park on DVD" I mumbled.

"I have the remote" he said waving it in my face. His cell phone rang loudly. I looked at him.
"Hello?...what's up?...We're at the Holiday Inn…Oh…"
I knew who it was already.

Stacy.

I refused to speak to Randy. I couldn't put it with him and his Stacy bullshit.

"Alex" he said .We were sitting in the airport.

I didn't want to respond. For the last fifteen minutes I blocked out the noisy people passing by with my IPod. I wasn't even listening to the music, I was thinking, while staring blankly into space. I was so upset; I didn't even want to be bothered by him or anyone else. I was sick and tired of dealing with Stacy. If I could I would have jumped her a long ass time ago and it seemed that I would have to do that soon. She is really gunning to get her ass kicked if she doesn't back off. "Alex" he said again pulling one of the earphones out of my ear. I turned to him with a sigh.
"Yes?" I said sweetly.

"My plane is boarding" he said. I nodded.

"I know" I shrugged. He brushed his hand over my cheek and I brushed it off angrily.

"I'll see you in Connecticut, gorgeous" He said taking my hand into his. He kissed the back of my hand. "See you in a couple of days"

"Right, your plane comes in when?" I asked.

"1:57" I looked away as he stroked my hair.
"Kay" I said. "See you then"

He leaned forward and gave me a kiss. "I love you"

"Yeah…I know"

When I arrived back in Stamford it was snowing. I unpacked and sorted through my mail. I scooted into bed and turned on the TV.

I was exhausted.

Mentally exhausted from Stacy and the bullshit she was pulling. I didn't believe the bitch. She was lying. Randy and I have been together for about six months now and three months before that they broke up. So Stacy "lost" the baby right around the time I became Randy's publicist. Still, it didn't make any sense to me. Why would she wait nine months to tell him this and why now?

Answer: Because she can't believe that Randy moved on.

Physically exhausted from running away from Randy and his "Baby please"

I sighed and pulled my sheets closer to me. It was February and cold as hell. I eventually fell asleep but my loud as hell cell phone woke me up.

It better not be Randy, I thought.

Damn, why people always call when I'm trying to sleep?

"Hello?" I grumbled.

"Lexy!" Angel screamed happily into the phone. I looked at the clock on my nightstand. 9:57, it said.

"Angel" I mumbled.
"What's wrong?"
"Stacy" I replied gloomily rolling onto my side.

"What did she do now?"
"Made up this damn lie, well I think it's a lie, about how she was pregnant when she and Randy broke up and she lost the baby and she told him the other night"
"They broke up before yall started to go out right?"

"Yeah" I sniffed.
"And you guys have been going out for a long time now. Why would she decide to tell him now?"
"I have no idea, Ange." I mumbled. I thought that being Randy's girlfriend was going to be smooth sailing but it seems like it gets rockier as it goes along.

"So how's Randy handling it?"

"It's bothering him, I know it is…always on his mind. He's actin different-"
"He's still coming to my wedding, right?" she cut me off.
"Duh, Angel"
"Oh okay, cuz I was about to say…we could bring an extra cousin to take his place on the guest list. I already had to cut bridesmaids cuz Tisha wants to be a trifling jealous biatch she need to worry about getting her weave done instead of telling me that my bridesmaid dresses are ugly. Take that shit back to the projects, bitch."
I started to crack up with laughter. "It's still May 22nd?" I asked.

"Aye" she moaned. "Don't remind me. It's almost done; all I have to do is find a dress. Mami basically did everything else. So what's up this weekend?"
"Randy's coming"
"Do you think he'll like to come dress hunting with us?" she asked.

"Sure it's one of his favorite pastimes besides working out, it makes him feel so masculine" I said happily.

"Shut up!" I rolled my eyes.

"Stupid questions, Angel deserve stupid answers" She laughed.

"I want to meet him" she said. "I'm going to come over to see him"
"Thanks for asking for permission first, Ange" I commented. "We're not talking right now so I don't know. He keeps on calling but I keep ignoring his calls"
"Torture the man, why don't you?" she giggled. I didn't care how he felt right now. I was pissed at him and Stacy. He needed to be taught a lesson. My phone made a noise.
"It's my other line. We'll talk later, Angel"
"Okay, bye Lex. Holla at me later"
"Bye" I said flipping over. "Hello?"

JOHN's POV:
I needed to call Alex. To see how she was doing, to hear her voice. I was worried about her. She looked stressed lately, always thinking about where Randy could be and if Stacy was near. In her brown eyes the night I talked to her, I could see the hurt. She didn't like what she was going through but she was going to do it for him. If I could just get her to give it all up, I'd make her so happy.
"Hello?" she answered.

"Hey baby girl"
"Hi John"

"How are you feeling, ma?" I asked. She sighed.

"I don't know, John" she spoke softly. I wished that I could be there to comfort her. To take her in my arms and tell her that everything was going to be okay. "Did you talk to Randy?"

"No, not today" I replied.

"Oh…I'm not speaking to him" said bitterly.
Time to work the plan.

"He's been talking to Stacy a lot" I said. She sucked her teeth.

"Really…oh my god… that fucking liar" she mumbled.

"I don't think that Stacy would lie about something like that and plus Randy believes her" she sighed again.

"Anyone can lie. It's just fucking bullshit"

"But Randy doesn't think she's lying"

She sighed again loudly. "He's wrong"

"I wish I could be there to make you feel better, Alex"

Like, making love to you all night.

Just the thought was getting me hot.

"I'll be alright, John, it's just that I feel that I have to fight to keep this relationship" she said.
"You don't have to Alex" I said. "You shouldn't have to"

There was silence.

I could only guess now that tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Yes I do" she replied strongly. "I do"

"Alex, I don't want to see you hurt, I want the best for you."

And I'm the best.
"The best for me is being with Randy" she said stubbornly.

"Well I don't think what he's putting you through is right"
There was some more silence. She wanted to say something but couldn't.

"I'm going to bed, John. I'm really tired…of everything"

"Okay. Have a good night, baby girl. Sleep well"

"Good night, John" she said. After she hung up I called Stacy.

"How's it going?" She asked her voice trembling. It sounded as if she was crying again.

"Time, Stacy…it's going to take time"

END OF POV

Sorry for the short and boring chapter but it's good to have a balance. It can't be all drama all the time…that's such a lie. So John's working on his plan and Randy's coming. Please review. Thanks for reading, Muahzz!