{A/N sorry its took a while to continue}
James; "seriously, do you have to follow us everywhere? I know your beaus fuck buddy or something but some of us don't want you around." James said, once against pissed off by your presence. "Some of us? Or just you James?" You asked as James rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore you. You decided to get up, making the most of the night out. As you couldn't see any of the other boys around you decided to stand at the bar and order a drink. As your order yourself some shots, you felt someone grab your ass. "Yeah I know you want my booty" you joked, presuming it was Beau as usual. "I'd love to" a oldish creepy looking guy responded. As he moved closer, you freaked out, stepping back you walked into a tall figure. "Leave her the fuck alone. She's mine" you recognised that voice...James.....James Yammouni, the guy who you thought hates you came to your rescue.
Beau; "aw I'll see you later baby"you said as you said bye to your boyfriend on the phone. "Why does she even chill with us? She's always on her fucking phone to her loser boyfriend" beau said, raging. "What is your problem?" You asked. "You. You are my problem." Beau replied, flouncing over to you. "Baby this. I miss you that. You can do so much better" "what like you?" You asked sarcastically. "Why not?" He said as he kissed you with so much passion and lust it made you feel a way you thought Beau could never make you feel.
