Back For You

Chapter 2

***NOT PROOFREAD***

Humiliation was all I felt at the moment. I managed to calm down and silently walk back into Thomas' office.

Ian gave me a concerned look and I weakly smiled at him. Why am I suddenly starting to get so emotional?

"Now, I printed out your scripts and I hope you two read over them." Thomas eyed us and handed us each a thick packet.

"Also, I spoke to your manager and he agreed to set up a date for you and Cristina." Skylar smiled. Last time I checked I didn't sign up for a date.

I looked over at Ian and he shrugged.

"Um I don't know, it's going to be awkward." I sighed as Skylar gave me an understanding look.

Thomas frowned, apparently Skylar had told him about my past relationship with Ian and he felt sort of uncomfortable.

"Listen sweetie, I know you still have feelings for me deep down inside your heart, don't hide it." Ian smirked. What a jerk.

"I actually don't, get over yourself." I scoffed. That only made him smirk even more.

"Really? You definitely seemed like you enjoyed our little makeout session an hour ago, babe." He winked, leaving me speechless.

"Hm it was nothing." I shrugged. Lies, it felt amazing.

Thomas coughed and Skylar gave him a look.

"Alright kids, you can leave now and discuss that privately, thanks." Thomas chuckled.

That's when another idea came to mind, and I think Ian knew. I gave him a look and he nodded.

"You know what Ian, he's right. Let's go baby." I smirked and swayed my hips as I walked past him. He licked his lips as he got up and followed me to my dressing room.

As soon as we shut the door, I burst out laughing.

"Cristina we need to talk." He awkwardly coughed.

"Sure." I raised an eyebrow and sat down on the couch.

"Do you honestly love living in Hollywood?" Ian asked me.

"Yes. I love my fans and everyone here. Although I get pretty lonely living in a huge house by myself." I laughed.

"Ah, interesting," He smiled. "I'm sorry if this is too awkward for you."

"No it's okay, I moved on from the past and I'm okay." I forced a smile.

"Alright." He sighed.

"You good?" I asked him, for some reason he seemed.. offended?

"You don't have feelings for me anymore." He laughed bitterly.

I bit my lip and avoided making eye contact with him.

"I'm sorry, I truly am." He looked down and instead of yelling at him, I actually felt something strange. I couldn't yell at him, I can't.

"Why do you care if I have feelings for you or not, it's not like you like me or anything." I blurted out and he groaned.

"You know what, you're right. I was just curious." He laughed, but I heard uncertainty in his voice.

Ouch.

"Haha!" I forced a laugh, I was speechless.

"We should get going, we have a 'date' to attend." He cheered and I couldn't help but smile.

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I couldn't help but feel nervous while we stood by the door. We were informed that there was a huge crowd outside and I suddenly started to panic.

Ian bent down a bit and whispered in my ear, "Just hold my hand and look down while we walk outside."

"Yeah I know, been there done that." I rolled my eyes.

He sighed and nervously reached for my hand. Our fingers were soon intertwined, and I felt a small ache in my heart.

When we walked outside, there was a bunch of screaming and paparazzi were going insane.

"Are you two back together?"

"Ian, what about Leanna?"

Who?

"Hollywood's sweetheart and Hollywood's handsome man? You two are perfect!"

"Get away from him you whor-"

I turned around and glared at a teenager. She mouthed "whore" and I glared at her. Before I could curse her out, Ian picked me up and jogged towards his car.

He opened the door for me and even tightened the seatbelt. I bit my lip and didn't bother making eye contact with him when he started up the car.

"Leanna." I accidentally blurted out.

"Don't worry about her." Ian muttered.

"Who is she?" I asked curiously.

"Not my girlfriend, that's for sure. She's my old manager who I fired for being obsessed with me." He placed his hand on my lap and gave me a look of curiosity.

I didn't bother looking at him, a familiar feeling was starting to come back whenever I was around him.

Memories of the night we broke up started to haunt me. It's been over 3 years and it still hurts. Whenever I look at him, it hurts. Everything hurts. He's back and it didn't make me feel even better.

"Why are you crying?" Ian's voice startled me.

Crying? I wiped my eyes and felt tears.

"None of your business." I snapped at him and he stopped the car.

"Listen Cristina, I know what you're thinking about, that was over three years ago. You know how bad I regret breaking up with you just to move here. When I found out you also moved to Hollywood, I knew I had to find you," His hand squeezed my thigh. "I still love you."

I forced a smile and he continued driving. I wasn't going to let him break my heart again. If he wants me to give him another chance, that's too bad for him, because I'm definitely not going to.

I hope.