Girl On Fire

14

We walked out of the studio, hand in hand, talking about the future chances I could get if I stayed on track with my singing. He was extremely supportive about it to the point where I was almost convinced to do it. Almost. If I wasn't going back home soon, then I probably would.

As we walked out, I noticed a person from not too far swing her head around, gasping and grabbing the others attention. That's when I realized, they recognized Josh. I quickly let go of his hand, causing him stop and stare at me in confusion.

"Hiii!!" The girl screamed. She seemed to be around our age, so did her friends. All eyes were on Josh while two of the four glared at me. Feeling awkward and annoyed, I pulled out my phone, pretending that I had some important thing to take a look at.

Josh took some photos and spoke to the girls casually as I stood behind him and waited. I watched his actions intensely almost as if I was looking for a reason to star a fight.

Was he interested in the girls? Was he flirting with them? Was he disgusted and wanted to leave? Maybe wanted them more than he wanted me. My toxic traits were slipping their way back through, making me want to throw up and scream.

I shouldn't have been jealous about it, considering we just fucked in the studio bathroom AND I'm literally his girlfriend, but sometimes those things never stop a guy from getting what he wants. What's worse is that he's a musician. He tours. He's going to meet people and travel without me.

Suddenly I realized that I didn't know a damn thing about my own boyfriend. We started dating a month into meeting. It takes 6 months to fully know someone.

What if I get hurt by him? What if he's secretly been cheating on me this whole time and I didn't know it, but his brothers did? They'd definitely have his back and lie to me. Would they? Or would they tell me? I don't really know them either. My thoughts were running a hundred miles per hour as I scrolled through instagram, until I noticed a post.

As the girls walked away, I glared at my phone, catching a photo on Instagram from the GVF fandom (of course I was still in it.). It being a photo of Josh and I outside of the bar last night, looking like a drunk mess. Another slide was a video of Josh trying to get me into the van, but I fought with him. I watched in horror as I watched myself lift up Josh and body slam him onto the concrete.

I knew that sometimes the fandom wasn't always welcoming the new girlfriends, especially when it's me being drunk and dropping Josh to the floor as the first impression. I gasped, staring at the comments and seeing a bit hate. It was no surprise but it still stung.

This wasn't helping the thoughts I just had.

"What's wrong?" He asked me once they were gone. I grasped onto the necklace around my neck as he noticed the photo on my phone screen. He gave a loud belly laugh, while I stared at him with horror and disbelief. Why didn't he tell me about this?

"You don't remember that? You started to fight me outside of the van. You literally body slammed me outside of the club! It was impressive considering you were in heels." He laughed. I stared at him with wide eyes, wondering how he could be okay with that.

"Well are you okay??" I asked him urgently, thinking how the fuck he isn't sore. I didn't even realize I had that kind of strength to do such thing.

"Perfectly fine!" He said, dismissing it. He probably was hurting, just not saying it to make me feel better. I gave him a nervous chuckle, laughing at what I did but it wasn't what I was upset about.

"The comments aren't very happy with me." I mumbled, reading through them again. They accepted the rest of the band's girlfriends but I definitely was not welcomed. Josh looked over at the phone again, taking it from my hand and turning it off, handing it back to me.