The Mentor

Chapter 19

*hi the photo isn't real I know its obvious but a friend photo shopped this for me for the story ok. The girl is some famous makeup artist on instagram, but she looks close to how I intended "Jamie" to look."

"I have had it with that Jime..." I muttered.

"Every reality tv show has to have its antagonist...remember that." Tatu baby said back.

She and I were hanging out in the hotel rec area because it was a Sunday. We never had to do anything on Sundays. I never really did anything. I hung out by myself drawing and watched tv mostly. Tatu baby invited me down to the rec area when she ran into me at the vending machine and I obliged.

"I get all that, but he's worse than Joshua. I can't believe I wasted my one punch on him. Jime deserves it so much more." I groaned, burying my face in my hands.

"You shouldn't be punching anyone, honey. Did Kyle teach you that?" She asked, chuckling.

I chuckled and shook my head.

"What's the deal with you two lately?"

"Same as always...why?" I asked.

She smirked and leaned back in her chair.

"Where did that shirt come from?" She prodded.

"It's Kyle's. It was, at least. He gave it to me."

"Holy crap, did you guys get down to business or something?" She giggled.

"Oh, god no, no. Mine got all wet because I dropped it in a puddle of water..." I murmured.

She raised an eyebrow.

"Uh huh...sure. What happened the night before our last elimination?"

"We were drawing...and I changed into the hotel robe to pose for a reference photo."

"Hmm...and then what? Was there special time?" She prodded, leaning in like she was telling me a secret.

"There was...kissing. That's all."

"That's all? What kind of kissing?"

"The prolonged kind...and I may have gotten a little handsy." I covered my mouth to stop a laugh from escaping.

"What did you do??" She leaned back, shocked.

"Nothing crazy. I grabbed his belt and then he stopped me."

"You're wild." She chuckled.

"I don't get it. Why wouldn't he want me to?"

"Maybe he doesn't want to go that far with you."

"Why would he be kissing me like that, then?"

"Kissing doesn't have to go anywhere. It doesn't even have to mean anything."

She pulled a nail file out of her purse and went to town on one of her hands.

"That's bullshit. You can't kiss someone and have it not mean something unless it's for a play or a movie." I grumbled.

"I disagree."

"How can you?"

"Maybe it's because I've had more experience with this stuff than you, I don't know."

"I don't get it, though. Why would you kiss someone if you're not at least attracted to them?"

She scooted her chair closer to mine.

"I'll show ya. Come here." She said, holding out her hands.

I knew where this was going but I didn't protest.