That fame belongs to ME.

Part 9

This chapter is full of speech- enjoy! :) 

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Chapter 9

His constant phone calls enraged me slightly. I hated his persistence. Why couldn't he just give up already? It was 14:00, he should have been school, I thought. Why was he wasting his time phoning me? He clearly didn't want anything to do with me last night. His pestering finally paid off when I decided to pick up. 

"What?!" I blurted as soon as I heard him breathing on the other end of the line. 

"Emillie, I'm sorry."  

"For what?" My voice sounded everything but forgiving.  

"Yesterday. You must have understood me all wrong." 

"It's fine, I don't care anymore," I lied. "It doesn't matter. Just go back to whatever you're doing in school." 

He practically disregarded my answer and just continued speaking. "The truth is, I think I have feelings for you too." He stopped speaking after he said that immediately. 

"What?"  

"You heard me." 

He sounded almost as if he was embarrassed to admit he felt anything for me. I didn't want to get my hopes falsely up, so I didn't say anything. After a moments, he broke the silence. 

"So, what do you think?" 

"Sorry, you must be getting the wrong end of the stick." I mimicked what he had said last night. It'd be easy to say that I felt the same and Tren and I became a happy couple, but that didn't happen at all. I was feeling too bitter after his rejection. 

"What? I thought you'd be ecstatic..." His voice trailed off. 

"I'm not your dog who comes barking to you whenever you feel like it."  

Suddenly, his tone changed. "Emillie, remember, I am the one with all the connections. You want to become a singer, you NEED me. Do you understand?" 

For some strange reason, I felt compelled. He was right. Who was I to be rude to him after everything he has done for me? It was my fault. It was always my fault. 

"Yes, I understand. I'm sorry, Tren," I apologised with my head hung low as if he was watching me. 

"Will you ever be rude to me again?" He asked with a hint of assertion.  

"No." 

"Good. So let's start this conversation again." 

"Okay." 

"So, Emillie. I think I have feelings for you. What do you think?" 

"That's great. I have feelings for you too." I sounded robotic although I was sure that my feelings were real. Or so, I had convinced myself so. 

"I've done something for you." 

"What?" I enquired, authentically perplexed. 

"You'll see when you come into school tomorrow. Can't wait to see you there," he said cheerfully. I imagined him smiling on the other end of the line.  

"Tell me now, please!"  

"You'll have to wait and see. Got to go now. Lesson time! Bye," he said, and with that, he hung up.  

I placed the phone down on my bed. I assessed the situation: Tren had feelings for me although he denied it yesterday. I had feelings for him although I tried to deny it earlier in the phone conversation. Tren was very important to me and my future career; I just had to be more grateful. I shouldn't let anything get in between our new-found relationship.