The celebrity

Chapter 10

Y/N POV

The last time I saw or heard from Scarlett was a month ago. In my opinion, every step forward is followed by two steps back with us. I texted her that night she left me at my door if she was okay but no response I even call her 2 days ago but she didn't pick up. I decided to stop trying and just leave her alone.

If she wants me she can call me

My doorbell rings, and I rush to open it, expecting to see Scarlett. Instead, I see Melissa standing there with a wide grin on her face. My face drops."What are you miserable to see me?"
"No, I just know when you have that grin on your face, you're going to tell me something I'm not going to like."
"Oh, come on, it's not that bad, just listen to what I'm saying."
"Fine." I step back from the door to allow Melissa to enter, and we proceed upstairs to my room, where I sit on the bed.
"So, what were you trying to tell me?"
"WE'VE BEEN INVITED TO A PARTY!"
"I don't feel like going out right now, Melissa."
"Well, I'm not going to take no for an answer; all you've done this month is attend classes and stay in the house."

"Melissa."

"Y/n."

"Pretty please, y/n please."

"All right, just stop saying please."

She gives me a hug and tells me that it's the party of the year and that some celebrities will be there.

"Timothee Chalamet and Tom Hiddleston will be there too."

"That's cool," I say nonchalantly

"We'll have to find you a dress."

Melissa searches my closet until she finds a black cocktail dress with a slit at the legs. I've had that dress for a long time but never wore it.

"How about you, what are you going to wear?"

"Oh, I already had my dress packed in my bag."

She pulls out a simple red dress with an open back.

"Wow, that's sexy," I say
We finish getting ready by putting on our dresses."How are we going to get there?" I ask
"A friend," she says hesitantly.
"Who is your friend?" I interrogate her.
"Um... Tyson," she says quickly.
"Melissa."
"We don't both have cars, and I don't want to take the bus, y/n."
"It might be awkward because he sent me flowers last month and told me to call him, and I didn't.
"Melissa puts on make-up. "Oh, that's going to be awkward." I give her a stern look, and she continues, "Well, I mean, we can take the bus if you really want." She says this while making a sad face at me."It's fine," I say reassuringly. A few minutes later, Tyson texts Melissa to say he's outside, and we walk outside and into Tyson's car. Tyson drives a Dodge Charger in black. Melissa is in the back seat, and I am the passenger. Tyson smiles at me and says, "Hey, y/n."
"Hey, Tyson."
Melissa feigns a cough and asks, "What am I, chopped liver?"
Tyson returns Melissa's gaze. "I'm sorry, Melissa."
"Yeah sure," she says dryly.

There was never a dull moment on the drive; we all talked and laughed until we arrived at our destination. I'm about to open my door when Tyson rushes over to open it before I can. "After you," he says, and I respond with "Thanks." As I walk out, I notice he's wearing brown khakis and a short-sleeve button-up. I believe he notices what I'm wearing as well because he looks me up and down and says, "You look good."
"Thank you, so do you," I say with a smile. Melissa has already arrived at the party's entrance. "Come on lovebirds," she shouts. Tyson and I exchange glances before laughing and sprinting to catch up to Melissa. We all three arrive at the party. Melissa flees, leaving us to find Tom and Timothee. When Tyson asks if I want a drink, I say yes. I stand there waiting for him to return until I feel a hand touch my shoulder. I turn around to see a woman in her mid-20s with blonde hair and hazel blue eyes.

"Can I help you?" I say "I just wanted to say that you look amazing in that dress." I notice she has a British accent as she speaks. "Yeah, I like your accent." She chuckles."Thank you, but it's you who has the accent for me."We both end up laughing in the end."My name is Florence Pugh, by the way." She extends her hand to shake mine."Y/n /l/n," I shake it.

As soon as I do, I get the impression that someone is watching me as I shake her hand. I scan the room until I spot the person I've been yearning to see, sitting in the VIP section with her husband; she wears a black dress with a blazer on top. I quickly turn my head back to Florence, hoping she didn't notice me, just then Tyson approaches me with two drinks in his hands. Seeing me with Florence, he injects himself in front of us and hands me my drink. Florence excuses herself, leaving me alone with Tyson. He asks if I want to dance, and I normally would have said no, but after seeing Scarlett with her husband, I said fuck it. We proceed to the already crowded dance floor, where sensual music begins to play, and I do the only thing that comes to mind: I start grinding on Tyson. As I do so, I feel Tyson's hands on both sides of my hip guiding me. Seeing Scarlett staring at me from the corner of my eye, I sought to retain her gaze. Her eyes were practically glazed with lust and wrath, but despite this, we maintained eye contact. A boner pokes me from behind in the middle of my grind with Tyson and it is obvious to me that he has one, so I hurriedly excuse myself and head for the washroom before he can catch up with me.

SCARLETT'S POV

I'm sitting in this club that Colin brought me to, and all I can think about is y/n while he's socializing with his friends. I saw her calls and texts over the past few weeks, but I didn't answer at first because I was upset that she decided to keep those flowers, and then I spent the rest of the weeks with my family because I hadn't been around much. I get up to look down near the bar to distract myself from my boredom. As I scan the room, certain people catch my eye, and when I look closer, I notice that it's Y/n and Florence laughing with each other. She looks at me and then quickly looks back. Suddenly, I see that Tyson guy come in between them, handing y/n a drink, and Florence step away from them, leaving her alone with Tyson. Florence appears in my peripheral vision as she ascends the stairs. I pulled her aside and asked, "Why did you leave that girl?" When she sees me, she comes to a halt and says, "Well, hello to you too, Scarlett." I give her a look to let her know that all I want is an answer to my question. "It seemed she came here with that guy, so I left them alone," she says as she walks away.

Are she and Tyson dating? They can't be.

When I look back over the railing and see that y/n is now dancing sexually with Tyson, I tighten my grip on the railing. While I'm annoyed by the way he's touching her, I can't help but be stimulated to the way she moves her body. Y/n continues to dance with Tyson while maintaining eye contact with me.

Fuck she's gonna be the death of me.

She then walks away to use the restroom, and when I see her leave, I quickly follow her, telling Colin that I'll be back.

Y/N POV
As I open the washroom door I walk over to the sink to rinse my face

Why did I do that?

My thoughts are interrupted when I notice someone pressing up against me, feeling their erection. I look in the mirror to see who it is. Scarlett's gaze meets mine in the mirror. At first, when I see her, I want to run away but she catches me by putting both of her hands on the sink counter. "Going somewhere?" She says in a husky voice.
"Please let me go." I beg, "I don't want to." She responds, I try to push her away from me, but she just presses in closer. "You don't get to ignore for a month and then act as if nothing happened," I yell.
"Be quiet," she hisses back.
"I don't take orders from you-."

Before I can finish speaking, Scarlett grabs my lips with hers. To make me feel more vulnerable, her dick is now pressing against my front, and she's tormenting me with her hands travelling down my ass and pushing up the end of my dress as she does.  "We can't, not here."
"Then let's go back to your place ," she adds when she pauses.
"What about Tyson, Melissa, and your husband?"
"I don't care about them," she declares vehemently, "Meet me outside and I'll bring the car up in front." And with that, she exits the restroom.

What the fuck is going on right now?