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Chapter 4. Inevitable Meeting
JPOV
"You should be doing something productive, Jasper. Instead of being in my face." Maria spat out, and took the liberty to sit on her couch and stretch like a cat. Maria constantly tells me how uncomfortable she is around me, or how I disgust her. But, when we're alone, she barely wears clothes or make up. She treats me more as if I was shit, and but ignores me all the same. She does things that a comfortable person would do around a person they're familiar with, but doesn't hesitate to tell me how she doesn't like me as a person. But yet, I some how didn't mind at all.
Okay, maybe just a little bit.
A little bit more than a little bit.
"You called me here." I say incredulously. "It's 6:00 in the evening. Believe me, I could be out having a life right now." Maria shrugged and handed me some paper. "What is this?"
"It's your tour dates." She said, as if I would know. "It's on your fan sites, and ticket sites. You're all sold out. Oh, you're on the radio!" She wiggled her fingers. "Congratulations, you're a super star." She said sarcasticlly. When I didn't respond, she scoffed. "Well aren't you going to thank me? I spend several afternoons making those."
I laughed and put the paper down, as if I ignored everything she said. "You made me a fan site?" I smirked.
"No! What-No! Do I look like a fan of yours?" Maria got up, in what I expect to be just her robe, and went to the tiny kitchen (more like a microwave, counter and sink) the hotel offered, and started up a cup of hot chocolate. "Some girl did."
"Name?"
"Some girl." Maria offered me a cup, and I declined. I wasn't in the mood for hot hotel goop. "I know what you're thinking." Maria said. "I let you out earlier today. You're done for the week." She sat back down on the sofa sorting things out.
This is when I lay on the floor and nag her, like I usually do. "Don't you want to go out and explore? You have to be tired of staying here. Like a house cat."
"Nope."
I sit up on my elbows. "You have to have a life somewhere under that icy heart."
"Nope."
"Maybe..." I smirk, and get close to her face as she continues to work. Maria pretended to ignore me, writing a bunch of nothing on the papers she was going over. "Maybe you should get a boyfriend."
"Nope."
I got even closer to her face, to her lips. "I mean, it has to be at least five months since you've had actual sex..."
"What is 'actual' supposed to mean?" Maria raised her brow, snapped back a bit. "I've had sex in the past five months."
"When?"
Maria faltered, then with her whole hand, pushed my face away. "Shut up."
I laughed, and got up from off the floor. My stomach started to hurt with the force of my laughter, and I wondered when I would stop and end Maria's torment. "My point is, maybe you should get out of here, get off my ass for the first time in forever."
Maria got up and started to her bedroom. "I'm not always on your ass. Or what's supposed to be one. Leave me alone." Maria walked deep into her room, and I could hear the bed squeak, and the television turn on.
"You look at my ass?"
I made my way out of the room to bed as the rain of pillows flew and were aimed at my head.
"I'll kill you!" Maria threatened. "I could kill you in your sleep."
I chuckled and opened the door to my room. "I feel as though I died a long time ago, sweetheart."
There wasn't an alarm to wake me up, I simply woke and slept when I pleased, or when Maria told me to. But today was different. Today was refreshing. A Thursday. A new day. And I'm not going to fuck it up by running into Maria.
I got up out of my King-sized bed, in nothing but my underwear. I waddled my way to my bathroom, to do the morning routine. Shit, shower, teeth. As unpleasant as it seems, I can't do a damn thing about it.
I threw on a long-sleeved collared shirt and jeans. I didn't care to brush out my morning hair. There is no taming these knotty curls. I went to open the door, my hand on the knob when I blew my hair out of my face. I quit long ago when I realized my hair will be nothing like my sister's.
Rosalie.
Rose. Damn, every time I think about her, my heart tugs with guilt. I always wonder what's she doing, how's she doing. If she's good without me. I was a pest! An annoying tag-along that fucked up royally, that had everyone begging me to leave. It was destined for me to leave her be. It's better off that way.
All alone, though. You're an asshole, Jasper.
Ah. This is why I don't think. It only makes me feel bad. When I blew my hair out of my face, I noticed my hand was still on the door knob, white knuckled. I unclenched my hand, feeling the blood rush back. I shook off the dark feeling that crept over me. I shook it off; the last thing I want is to ruin everything by some sour mood and a bad memory.
The first thing, is to get some damn food.
I opened and closed the door, having my keycard in my pocket. When I made it the elevator, I felt like a spy. I mean, I made it past Maria without waking up! That's a pretty damn big achievement. I stepped onto the elevator, and waited patiently to get to the first floor.
How I regret it.
The smell of hotel food sickened me. What the hell is the crap? I looked over to their kitchen area where there was several cooks serving food to other guests. I gagged and walked out of the building for some real fresh air. I walked down the street, the morning haziness started to wear off and I realized that my sub conscience was taking me to Stanley's.
I started to walk, feeling a bit light headed. It was well over 11:00, and the morning rush was evident. When I got a bit deeper into the city, all you could see was suits and bikes, suits and bikes. It made me feel out of place in my casual clothes. Maybe I need a bike.
When I get to Stanley's street, I slow down my pace, taking the scene in, and slip my hands in my pockets. When I make it to the entrance, I'm greeted by the smell of coffee and pancakes. This place has everything. I stepped into the restaurant, wanted to sit inside instead of out because of the morning chill. When I sat, a waitress bought be a cup of water immediately, and asked what I would like. I answered with a simple coffee, black, and a couple of waffles.
There was a stack of newspapers in the corner next to me, and I got up and took one. The Philadelphia Bell it was called. I flipped through and smiled as the busty waitress sat the waffles in front of me with scorching hot coffee. I thanked her quickly and devoured the golden waffles, ignoring the coffee completely.
Man, was it good.
When I finished, I couldn't help but laugh. That had had to be about two minutes. Three at the most. I took a sip of the coffee.
Damn! That's still too hot! I placed it back onto the table, waiting until it cools off. Picking up the newspaper, I flipped through when I saw this really weird abstract picture of a hotdog stand.
Hotdog Vendors: Unfair?
I skimmed through it. It talked about how hotdog vendors and small shops should be supported, instead of buying from larger corporations. I agree completely, but we don't exactly have McDonald's on every corner in Texas. I'm more comfortable in small shop.
A few minutes went by, and I realized Maria will start to look for me, and I don't want her to know I come here. It'll be her first place to find me every time I go out. And I actually like this place.
"Can I have this to go? Thanks." I smiled when the waitress nodded and took my mug. Seconds later, she returned with the paper cup, a coffee collar and napkin. I paid silently, and again left a very large tip.
I started out the restaurant with my newspaper, wanting to finish it. I never really like local papers. I mean, they're local. Why do just make one for the whole city?
Because there is one, you idiot.
Whatever. I'm no damn genius. I turned the corner to walk back to the hotel, when I saw a very familiar face. Emmett.
"Hey!" I called out. Emmett raised his head, and blew out some smoke. He threw his cigarette bud on the ground and greeted me with a wave.
"I see you're enjoying Stanley's." He said. "Beats that McDonald shit."
"Whoa." I laughed. "I actually like McDonald's food."
"You must also like weight." Emmett laughed. "I can't eat that crap. I'm either here or in the gym half the time."
I leaned on the wall like he does and chuckled. "Does that explain the odd muscles?"
Emmett looked at me with a dead pan face. "No. That's all natural." He flexed and looked around. "I don't see the trail of fan girls."
"That's 'cause I'm a master of disguise." I said, and swiped my hair out of my face. "Plus, that guy you see on those posters and album covers, are just me groomed with hair gel and makeup. I don't look the same, especially in the morning."
Emmett chuckled and took a look at my curly mess I call my hair. "You got that one right. I wouldn't stay out here too long though,"
"Why is that?"
"Kate Rowan is here. Her hotel is in this part of the city, and you got those assholes with cameras walking around. They get a look at your face and you're done for."
Done for? I haven't heard anyone say that in a while.
"So I suggest you get moving, tourist. Buy a keychain or something."
"I'm more of a postcard guy." I said, and wave goodbye to Emmett, with a final "see you around."
I keep walking, coffee getting cool enough to drink, so I take a sip. The perfect balance of sugar and cream. Not to sweet, not too sour.
While I'm out, I might as well get the keychain I collect. I could find one that has the-
"Ahh!" A little woman screamed. She slammed right into me, her yellow shirt getting coffee all over it, her large camera making a clicking sound. I raised my hands in surrender, looking at the short fuming woman who was wiping the coffee off her shirt.
She was more like, aggressively smearing it. Maybe I should- No...
"Shit! Move!" She screeched.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"Of course you didn't mean to! Look what you did!" She pointed to her ruined shirt and look behind me. "Fuck! I lost her!"
"Hey, you don't need to be-" I put my hands out, blocking her out the way.
"Shut up, shut up!" She swatted at my hands. "I've just met you and you're already an asshole! I have to keep going. Move." She stomped her foot like a toddler, and blew her dark mangy hair out of her face. She was very tiny, thin and angry. Not my type at all. She pouted her very full lips and pushed at me with her tiny manicured hands. I couldn't help but smile.
"I think you owe me an apology."
She jerked back as if she was hit. "Excuse me? The hell I do. Fuck off." She tried to get past me again, and I blocked her. "Fuck off." She repeated.
"You do. I just got that coffee." I lift my now empty cup, and pointed to her shirt. "You should buy me a new one." I smirk, and feel a bit of pride when her face turns red and she clenched her fists. I think it's appropriate to say I was...amused.
"Sure. Maybe in a...year?" She shoved me, pretty damn hard, and started past me. My arm throbbed a bit, and bit my lip to stop from saying some bad language to the young lady. Like... Bitch!
"You're being a bit rude. It was a fucking accident. Don't need to be all prissy about your shirt."
"Okay, Einstein. Next time? Why don't you move out of the middle of the side walk."
"This..." I pointed to myself. "Is not my fault."
"Yes..." She poked my chest. "It is. Now move, dumbass."
"Stop calling me names."
"Buy me a new shirt." She said sarcastically. She kicked me, and smiled when an "Ow" escaped.
"I don't know what got your panties in a bunch, but you need to stop taking it out on me. You want me to move? You say please."
"No."
Stubborn little midget.
"Please say please."
"No." She said incredulously. "Don't you get it? I obviously don't like you. Move or I'll call for help."
I grabbed her arm lightly, and lifted her up a bit to see me eye to eye. She was surprised ,obviously, but not pink anymore. Her stunned expression softened her face, and her bangs weren't in the way. She looked me in the eyes, her a hazily brown eyes glazing over, her mouth slightly ajar. I got closer to her face, to her ear, and whispered, "Please? With a brand new coffee on top?"
The midget girl stomped on my foot again, and pursed her lips. "Whatever."
"So, I'll see you tomorrow?"
She wriggled out of my hold and zipped up her leather jacket. She stepped back and looked me up and down, and started to walk away.
"Fuck you." She huffed and turned the corner. I smiled just a small bit, and started walking back to the hotel, but stopped to turn and watch her walk away.
"Never in my sober life, babe."
I saw her limp away with a fast stride, and I noticed she's not that short. Not so much like a midget, more like a...
Pixie.
When I got back to the hotel, I was greeted by an angry Maria. What's up with the females today? She stomped up to me, and grabbed me by the arm.
"Where were you?"
"Out."
"Out where? Jasper, if you were out with some girl..."
"Leave me alone, Maria, is there something you should be doing?" I walked past her, and she shoved me on my sore shoulder. Damn, is everyone aiming at that arm today?
"Yes, actually. You have an interview today." Mar said, and smiled when I turned.
"No I don't."
"Yes, you do." Maria came up and fiddled with my shirt. "I would tell you to change, but, it doesn't matter, no one's going to see your face, thank God."
I swiped her hand away. "Maria..." I sighed and rubbed my face. "What are you talking about?"
"You have an interview on the radio. Station 104.5. People from Philadelphia to New Jersey listen to that station, and your presence is much anticipated. Didn't I tell you any of this yesterday?"
"No, Maria. You neglected to tell me about the much anticipated 104.5 radio interview I have today." I sat down in the lobby couch and relaxed my head in my hand.
"This is why you have me. Or you'll be God knows where with God know who doing-"
"God knows what." I finished, and got up to go upstairs.
"Speaking of that..." Maria called after me, "That girl Lucy, the number I found on your phone, asked if it were okay that you'd two go out tonight. I declined, pretending to be you, of course, and told her you have more important things to do. You should have a distractions."
Damn it, Maria. Lucy happened to be the only female that's been completely exceptional, and she was pissed away by my bitch manager.
"Maria...why?"
"It's my job to keep you rich and miserable. Now Let's go. And you should change your shirt. You've got a little coffee on you."
Another short chapter! Ugh, they will be longer. I promise.
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