Love Game {Book #1 Justin & Blake Series}

Class Of 2016

Blake’s POV

 

Do you ever have that feeling of your heart breaking so quickly that you could fall to the floor, curl up into a ball, and stay there forever? Because of some stupid paycheck and my forcing myself to believe it wasn’t that big of a deal, I knew that feeling very well.

I don’t know why I didn’t tell Scooter no the first time he gave me a paycheck. I don’t know why I didn’t tell Justin about it. All I know is that I didn’t and now I’m dealing with the consequences. One of them being that Justin is mad at me.

“There you are! We have to get a picture of you and Justin!” Alfredo yelled when his eyes landed on me. I glanced up and saw that Justin was following close behind him, looking down at his feet.

“Yeah, ok.” I mumbled and followed him towards the dance floor. Justin stood next to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I placed my hands on his chest and we both smiled big towards the camera. In the next shot, Justin swiftly kissed my cheek as I smiled into the lens of the camera.

“Adorable.” Alfredo said as he looked down at his camera. He quickly walked off when he saw that Ryan Good was doing the dougie.

“Are you still mad?” I meekly asked before Justin could walk away. He didn’t say anything; he simply rolled his eyes and walked off without a single word.

“Ladies and gentleman! Our next song is called She! Give it up for JB!” Tay James yelled into the microphone. Everyone screamed and a remix of She started blasting through the speakers. Everything that had happened was giving me a headache, and I needed to get out of here while this song played. I found my way to the bathroom and walked in.

The song could still be heard but it was muffled. I walked over to the mirror and slowly fixed my hair. I pulled out my tube of lip-gloss and reapplied some before washing my hands. After I had wasted enough time, I walked out of the bathroom and back into the main club area.

Right away, I noticed Justin, Scooter, and LA Reid standing at a table. Justin shook hands with LA then Scooter. He turned to walk away, only to catch my stare. I looked down, almost immediately and started walking closer to him. We met halfway.

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled when he stood in front of me. I heard him sigh.

“I’m not mad at you, I’m just hurt. I don’t understand why you would be accepting the money still.” He explained and I could hear the slight pain in his voice.

“I don’t know why.” I responded.

“How can you say that? There has to be a reason!” he said, the anger rising in his voice.

“Well there isn’t.” I snapped, finally looking up at him.

“Fine.” He said, slightly taken aback by my harshness.

“What were you talking to LA and Scooter about?” I asked, quietly and nervously.

“Does it really matter?” Justin said harshly.

“I asked.” I responded.

“I told them that I would agree to a world tour.” he said.

“What?” I asked, shocked at how he was smiling.

“But don’t worry! When I’m half way around the world, it will be way easier for you to fake date me.” he replied smugly.

“Justin, please-“ I started, only to be cut off.

“You know what save it. I just did you a favor. Now you don’t have to do anything for your money.” He said before turning and walking away quickly and angry.

I was still trying to wrap my mind around it. He was going on a world tour. That would make our lives a lot harder. I would be in Yale, if that all works out, and he would be in a different city every night. He wouldn’t be able to fly in to see me on the weekends or visit me. Was it selfish of me to wish he would have asked before he made his decision? Maybe it was, but I didn’t care.

I opened my clutch and pulled out my phone. I opened up my e-mail and found the one I was looking for. I clicked the link in the e-mail and Yale University’s homepage loaded onto the screen on my iPhone. I clicked a bar at the top and entered my information. When I was done, a message popped up on the screen.

Thank you for accepting our offer of admission to Yale University, class of 2016!

I did it. I was officially a Yale Bulldog. If Justin was going to leave me, I was leaving him. I put my phone back into my clutch and started looking around to find Justin. When I found him at the bar, I walked towards him with determination.

“Justin, I’m sorry that you are upset, but there is nothing I can do about it, I apologized and I hope you realize that I meant it. But for now, have fun tonight.” I said before turning on my heels and leaving him.

“Blake-“ he started, but I ducked through people so he couldn’t see me anymore. I made my way towards the entrance and the coat check. After getting my coat, I opened the door to the club. The paparazzi were still camped outside, so I put my head down before they realized who I was.

I walked to the curb and put my arm out in the hopes of catching a cab without being noticed. After a few seconds, a taxi pulled up to the side of the road and I quickly got in and told the man Justin’s address.

The ride wasn’t long and I quickly paid and got out when we reached Justin’s house. As I walked up the driveway, my phone vibrated.

From: Justin

Why did you leave?

I closed out of the text message and opened my Twitter app.

@BlakeAuburn: officially a Yale Bulldog!

I knew that within seconds, Justin would be reading it.

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