Promising to never get herself involved with another guy, Mia suddenly falls into a right mess with Palaye Royales front man, Remington Leith.
Working as the new photographer for the band, as well as having to deal with an ass hole that hates you fo...
It was later during the night and we were all just drinking and chatting around the hot tub. Emerson kept giving me quick glances every now and then and made gestures for me to talk to Remington, but I refused.
I suddenly felt my phone buzz in my hand as everyone was exchanging casual conversation.
Adam: Hey :) how's it going so far?
It's great thanks for asking :)
Are they being nice to you?
Most of them, yeah. Remington is being the biggest pain in the ass tho
I'll come beat him up
His message made me giggle to myself. He was honestly really cute. Both in person and over message, I enjoyed talking to him and I think I was beginning to get a small crush.
"Is that your boyfriend?", I heard from in front of me. Remington was giving me a smug smile and I couldn't help but play along, just to piss him off.
"And what if it is?", I retorted, glaring at him. He huffed and pressed his eyebrows together, trying to act like he didn't believe me.
"As if you've got a boyfriend"
I narrowed my eyes at him, "Why wouldn't I have a boyfriend?"
He just scoffed and looked back at his own phone. The other boys were looking between us, slightly concerned. I was getting pissed off at that point.
"No, Remington, enlighten me. Why can't I have a boyfriend?", I stood up, showing him I won't back down. He did the same, putting his phone into his pocket and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Let's be real, Mia. Whoever you're talking to doesn't want you, he's probably just going to leave as soon as he gets what he wants", he said angrily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sebastian put his hand over his mouth and Emerson suck in a breath. I didn't really care that they were there, I just wanted Remington to finally know how I felt.
"Is that all I am?", I spat, trying not to cry from pure rage, "a good fuck? Is that it?"
He dropped his head and put his hands in his pockets, not saying anything. There's my answer.
"Fuck you, Remington", I knocked back what was left of my drink and stormed out. My brisk walk turned into a run, and I found myself almost sprinting back to my room, slamming the door shut.
I jumped onto the bed, grabbing a pillow and screaming into it as hard as I could. Those screams quickly turned into sobs, and all I could do was clutch the pillow as close to me as I could. The rage turned into pure sadness. How could he have just said that to me, even after everything that happened the other night with my ex. I thought he was an asshole, but I didn't think he was that heartless to say that to me. Any sort of friendship that I would have hoped for with him just flew out the window.
A few minutes passed before I heard a slight knock on the door, a shadow appearing under it where light flooded from the hallway.
"Fuck off", I managed to choke out through the tears.
The shadow stayed there for a few seconds, not moving. It then disappeared, its foot steps echoing through the empty hallway.
I fell back onto the bed, the tears slowly stopping.
Fuck you, Remington.
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A week had passed since the whole incident. Remington and I hadn't exchanged a word. I did have a chat with Emerson and Sebastian about the whole thing, and they both apologised profusely for their brothers behaviour. They basically begged me not to leave them, but I obviously wasn't going to do that over something so pointless. I wasn't about to jeopardise something important in my career because of a stupid boy.
I continued talking to Adam almost every day, telling him everything that happened that night. He was obviously pissed off about the situation but I told him to try and ignore it since I wasn't talking to Remington anyway.
The first few shows went really well, and I was slowly getting better and better at concert photography. It was quite difficult because it was very fast paced and the band wasn't just going to freeze so I can take a picture. Obviously. But once I figured it out, the pictures went from a "bit blurry" to "fuck me that's good", according to Emerson.
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I was looking through the comments on my most recent posts when I noticed that Remington had liked the photo. I didn't even think he knew my Instagram username. When I was scrolling some more, I noticed that he had actually followed me a few minutes ago and was liking a lot of my pictures. Was he trying to get my attention or something? I tried not to think much of the picture when I was taking and editing it, but those thoughts just kept resurfacing.
I was constantly thinking about him. I was thinking about the night of the argument, when he comforted me that one time, the way he looks at me, his stupid sarcastic comments.....and I couldn't help but think about his toned body, the way his hair always made him look like he just woke up, his bone structure, those plump lips....
Fuck. What was I thinking? I couldn't think about him like that, especially when all he did was be an asshole that likes to get on my nerves and tease me. I hated him, right? I couldn't love someone like him, his personality was too cold and distant, it's not what I needed after what I went through with my ex.
I needed someone funny, kind, loving...someone that would actually give a crap about me and my feelings. I just needed someone like...like...
