Chapter Ten- Repeating.
"So today is Valentine's Day. Hope everyone has a special someone to share your love with. Whether it's a close relative, a friend, or your better half, significant, whatever you call them," I chuckled into the microphone. "What I want to know is, what happened to the days when guys just, you know, had the balls to ask us out, or say 'I like you'? Now they just give you pretty gifts and wait for your reaction and if you like it, you're immediately theirs," I scoffed, shrugging. I mean seriously? I mean, we could just like the gifts. That doesn't mean anything," I shook my head.
Nalyne laughed, nodding. "And the worst part is, there is no way you can tell them you guys are not together because, he's telling everyone in front of you. Like he knows you won't say anything when there are people, friends, around," she spoke.
"Exactly," I smiled, shaking my head. "So I hope you guys have a wonderful, wonderful Valentine's Day. Especially those you think they don't have anyone. Just look beside you and see who your spending your day with. So this is Random logic Radio, I'm Skylar," I giggled.
"And I'm Nay Nay," Nalyne cheered.
"This is us signing off with McFly 'All about you'. Good night," I sang, waiting for the red light to go off. As soon as it did, I removed my headphones, standing up from my seat.
"Awesome show guys," Eric, our sound guy, commented.
I smiled at him quickly, looking down at my phone, hearing Nalyne's faint 'thank you'.
"I don't understand why you don't just tell him you like him," my fingers glided over my phone keypad.
Nalyne slaps her hand on my back, shoving me playfully. "Why don't you tell me who you've been secretly messaging with," she clicked her tongue. "PreTTY mysterious there ay," she nudged me again, accenting on the 'tt'.
I locked my arm with hers, swinging it around, and off me. "Cuz it's none of your business," I snapped playfully, tucking my phone in my back pocket.
"Well," she clicked her tongue, "same goes to you fucker. Besides, I don't see him like that. My eyes are on a certain tall blonde," she smirked, twirling around.
My eyes snapped towards her, staring deeply into her.
"Or were you finally planning on hooking up with the NICE Carter?" her right brow, rose.
"What the fuck has been up with you lately? Are you on your rag or something...PMSing or some shit?" I hissed.
"I have been shamelessly flirting with Aaron, you've noticed," She pointed, "and yet you still make the moves on him," her nose flared.
"Moves?" my brows furrowed, "What moves? Nay...I've known Aaron since he was like...I don't know ten. He's basically a little brother to me," I forced. "There are no moves going on," I waved my arms.
She breathed in slowly, glowering down at me. After a few seconds, her face softened.
"I'm sorry," she shook her head, "I've just been a little on edge lately," she chuckled, weakly.
"Why what's wrong?" my brows pull together
"I think...I think I've been getting random call from...Marcus," she looks up at me.
I stare at her, aghast. "Are you sure?" I whisper.
"I'm positive. My phone rings every minute I wake up, during radio breaks, and before I go to bed. Every time I answer, there is NO sound, just really heavy breathing, and it's creeping me out. And when I don't answer the calls are endless," her face and body throwing off worry signals, she wraps her arms around herself.
I take a deep breathe, rubbing my lip with my index finger, "As long as those calls don't go beyond that, there is nothing you should worry about," I nodded to her.
She nods, moving closer to me, and gave me a hug.
"It's gonna be fine Nay, don't worry," I whisper to her, rubbing her back warmly.
"No, no more chocolate, the Doc said you needed to lay off that shit Nay," I yelled at her, as we moved down the isles in Wal-Mart.
"Just one bar...please," she held out her plea, pouting slightly.
I chuckle lightly, shaking my head at her. "No," I demanded.
Sudden whispers broke through the store. Stares going everywhere. I turn towards Nalyne, looking at her curiously, as she stared off in the direction everyone else was staring at. I hesitantly turn to stare as well, seeing the familiar, yet different head of blonde hair walking down the same fucking isle I was standing in. At his side...a tall beautiful brunette, long, a bit passed her shoulders. She looks like she's had work done...not going to lie. The amount of make up on her face made her appear fake...but still beautiful. My eyes roll down her body, admiring her black and white, sleeveless dress hugging her body. Her slender, toned arms wrapped around the right arm I once you too lay on.
Slowly and snakingly I slip on my hoodie, peeking slightly from under it, watching them put in things into their own trolley. I turn my body towards the shelf of items, taking glanced every chance I got, watching Nalyne gawk at Nick from behind him, giving silent 'oh my god's'. I furrow my brows, shaking my head at her.
"Baby, I'm gonna go check if they have Wheat Germ," long legs tells Nick. He just nods, giving her a small smile before she slips her arms away from him.
I breathe in deeply, exhaling slowly, causing random hiccups to occur.
"Shi-it," I hiss.
A deep chuckle emerges from behind me.
"Take deep breathes," he advices me softly.
I inhale and exhale deeply, the hiccups slowly fading away.
"Thank you," I mutter.
"No problem," he chuckles, "My uh, Ex used to get the hiccups all the time. Mainly when she got nervous,"
I peek at him from under my hoodie, seeing his smile.
"She actually got them a few times when we met. Then I kinda wore off on her," he laughed lightly.
"Don't you mean 'they wore off'?" I corrected, my voice still soft.
"No, I'm pretty sure the excitement of being in front of me wore off," he laughed.
"Now that's horseshit. The feeling never wore off," I responded, immediately regretting it.
"What?" he chuckled, breathlessly?
"Nothing," I panic, "Thanks for the advice," I turn, heading towards Nalyne, grabbing the cart, and pushing it in the opposite direction.
"Are you fucking crazy?" she hissed at me, right before feeling a strong hold on my elbow, being turned quickly.
"Jesus, can't I just...gr-ah," I growl, under my breath.
"Star?" he breathes.
"Yes it's me. Jesus!" I exclaim, shoving his hands off of me.
He looks at me confused, for a split second looking down at his falling hands.
I inhale sharply, moving my bangs out of my face, hooking them on either ear, matching the rest of my short hair, right below my ear.
"You never called back," he whispers, looking down both ways of the isle.
"Yea, I know. I'm aware," I answer, exasperated.
"Why?" he stares at me, hurtfully.
"Because I didn't want to Nick," I replied, in sad desperation. "I left, OK! I left to get away from you. I wanted nothing to do with you anymore. I was done. I was done then and I'm still done now," I turned on my heel and began to walk away, leaving him speechless for a few good minutes.
"What are you doing here in Florida, Star? If your so done with me, why come back here?" his voice ricochet off the metal shelves.
"Baby, I found the wheat germ," I heard from far behind me.
"OK lolo," follows Nick's voice.
Footsteps began to fade, as my breath slowly sinks in my lungs.
"Well? Why you are here Star? Here, out of all the places?" he urged.
"Why are you here? Last I heard you moved to Nashville...and you're certainly not here to visit family, because they are all in L.A...Even your mom," I crossed my arms, turning to face him.
"Keeping tabs on me?" a slight smirk aches to show on his lips.
"Kind of hard not to hear about you when a coworker is your biggest fucking fan," I growl.
"You still haven't answered my question," he mirrors my stance.
"I'm not your concern anymore Nick," my eyes shift slightly, looking behind him, seeing the "super model" looking chick, comes up the aisle, reading a bottle label. "I suggest you turn around and stick to what, now, does," my brow arched, as I turn back around, walking down the other side of the isle, pushing my cart. I hear Nalyne's footsteps begin to follow. I look up from my basket, spotting AJ, probably going to join Nick. He notices me, his eyes wide for a split second, showing a bit of panic, quickly masking it with hurt. I just scoff, shake my head, and walk around him.
"Well...that was interesting," Nalyne muttered, under her breathe.
I exhale sharply, running my fingers through m short hair.
I just got my shit together. It took me a lot of time to get where I'm at. DAMMIT, why does this have to happen now...everything was going so well...OK...I will not let this bother me! I will not.
"Okay, you're being too quiet for my liking...what are you thinking about?" Nalyne brushes her hand against my temple, moving a small piece of my hair, out of the way.
"She's pretty," I whisper, placing my elbow against the window, gripping the steering wheel tight, with my other hand.
"Really? You think Ms. Boobs-and-cheeks-too-fake-for-her-body-with-muscles-that-make-her-look-like-a-dude-and-wears-too-much-make-up is pretty...you are obviously out of your' mind or blind...I'm leaning towards the blind theory," she responds. (I have nothing against Lauren. She seems like a really nice girl. All these insults I found them in a blog when I was googling her lol)
A slow smile begins to spread across my face.
Nalyne begins to giggle, shoving me lightly with her shoulder. "Though I did like Nick's face when he saw you. I mean...who knew they could get that big," she snickered.
"Nalyne," I gasped, reaching over, with my eyes still on the road, smacking her a few times.
"Well we all know what's on your mind Ms. Pervert. I'm meant his eyes...you know his eyes," she pointed at her eyes frantically.
"Yea. Sure, whatever," I scoff.
(Nick's POV)
"Hey," Lauren called from next to me, placing her hand on my knee.
"Hmm?" my brows rose, as I still stared mindlessly at the road.
"You OK? You've been sorta silent since we left the store," she asked.
"Yea. Just tired. Excited for the cruise," I chuckled.
She smiled, leaning over, kissing me my cheek. "It sucks I won't be able to join you,"
I smiled, reaching to the knob in front of me, turning up the volume to the radio.
(Star and Nalyne)
Ex's that come back to your life. I'm pretty sure there are a lot of you out there that can relate [laughs]
OH! I so fucking know about that! [Growl] And it's always the assholes. Never the nice ones.
Preach it sistah! And also those women or girls that took advantage of you and treated you like shit, and when you break up with them, they make you feel like shit.
That goes both ways [snaps fingers]
Oh yea! Totes.
So for those of you who know what we are talking about?
THIS ONE IS FOR YOU ASSHOLES.
Eamon's "Fuck it (I don't want you back)" began playing. I smirked to myself, rubbing my brow.
I always did love that feisty side of her.