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Confrontation: Photoshoot part 3

The seemed interview last a millennium for Gil. His butt became too sore for mortal words, while his feet fell asleep promptly after his confession. Brent was asking so many questions about his love life, it became boring. Yes, he was known to 'get around'. Yes, he was a flirt to both women and men. That didn't mean that he couldn't become someone better. Something worth liking, or even loving.

Before he knew it, he was allowed to leave. Brent innocently thanks him before soundly shutting the disgusting door. Gil turned, groaning tiredly, while giving a yawn shortly after. Before he could even take a step, an unknown force clenched his arm, and quickly forced him into another closet. The room was silent just as it was dark. The stench of mildew was strong enough to taste. Gil couldn't see an inch in front of his own face, but still felt the presence of another. A pang of fear entered him until he heard the sound of an anxious voice.

"What are you trying to accomplish," the voice bellowed, signifying that the of it owner was extremely angry.

The blue haired star became blinded by the horrible fluorescent light that filled the room. The male allowed his eyes to adjust, only to see Molly standing before him. Her scowl was dangerously sharp, while her eyes beamed with fury.

Gil didn't know whether to smile, smirk, or cover his crotch..

For his own safety, remained emotionless.

"What the hell was that?" The girl hissed in a hushed whisper.

The male's breath was shallow, he then adjusted himself, "What was what?"

Idiot. Why was he pulling the innocent card? Molly thought this sourly.

"The interview? What you just told Brent?"

"I didn't know you cared so much about my athlete's foot."

Molly face palmed, "No, the other thing! About me?"

"Wait, you overheard the entire conversation?" The male gave a look of question, "You eavesdropped? So much for privacy..."

"Let's focus on the issue here! First you're a total asshole, then you start acting like some sexy, passionate, good guy," the girl explained with fury, "It doesn't make sense. Explain yourself!"

Gil couldn't help but marvel the girl. She looked so adorable when she was mad, he couldn't help himself. He allowed the cheshire grin slip onto his face.

"If I remember correctly, you said, 'Change something about your empty skull, and I'll think about liking you.' And well, I've done just that," the male chuckled, hooking a finger under the blushing girl's chin, "It seems to be working, huh?"

The girl didn't move. For once, she didn't snarl in disgust. She gazed deeply into his faux blood red eyes. She had a strong urge to snap his finger in half, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. After a month or two of yelling , she realized he never listened when she did so. So this time, she was actually going to talk to him. It was worth a shot.

"No, never in a million years," She shook her head, making her voice low, "I don't believe you."

He shrugged, "Why not?"

"People like you...they can't change."

"Who says?"

The male was surprised where this was going.

"I do," the girl said boldy, smacking the male's hand away, "Don't forget the things you've already said and done. You disrespect my best friends, you think of me as some slut, and you treat your own band mates like crap. You've broken hearts, and allowed everything to revolve around you. Simple words are nothing compared to actions. You've already proven who you are."

Gil gulped, "Then who am I?"

"Just some rude, self centered jackass that isn't worth anyone's love, let alone mine."

Ouch.

Her words hit a soft spot in Gil's heart. Of all the ridicule he received, this hurt him badly. It hurt, but he deserved it. All of the things she said about him were true, way true to ignore. The male was so used to getting the attention, he never realized how much of a horrible person he was. At that moment, he didn't care about all of the fans that adored his existence. He didn't care about the countless fangirls/fanboys that fantasized about marrying him. He cared about Molly much more. Earning her love would be worth more than the love of a million fans.

Gil nodded, his hands casually set on his hips, "Okay. You've got a point. I need to work on myself. But I wasn't lying about what I said."

Molly glared, "I find that hard to believe. You want to get in my pants just like everyone else. No guy has ever said that about me before and meant it. So why would you?"

Gil was getting roasted. The girl's question made him burst out in a loud, frustrated, voice

"Because you're not like everyone else, Molly. You don't just agree with everything like all the other girls do! I make fun of you, you fight back! I call you a name, you call me one! I make a pass, you kick me in the nuts! It hurts like a bitch, but it's...amazing."

The girl glared as if he were insane,"You're demented! If you like that I'm so 'different' then why do you make fun of me for it? Why do you tease me for not dating? Why do you want to drag me into your sick, twisted, games?!"

The male remained silent. Giving the girl a stare that was as blank as his mind. He couldn't give much of an answer. This only caused Molly to become even more furious.

"You don't have an answer do you? What a shock. Look, I can't stop you from feeling what you feel, but I can avoid it. I will never love you, Gil. You understanding that will make this tour easier for all of us."

With that, she was gone. The female stormed out of the closed space before she could be questioned.

Gil stood in the dimly lit room, his mind stuck on what his crush said.

Though he was told this many times before, her calmness only made him believe it. Usually, he would be the heart breaker. He'd be the one to leave girls and jump from one to another. This time, the shoe was on the other foot, and he hated it. The male felt his heart beat slowly in his gloomy chest. A feeling overcame him. This feeling made breathing painful, and made his eyes sting. Anger, sadness, and shame combined to form a tsunami of emotions that roared in his soul. Being the rejected one felt like a kick to the gut. Now Gil realized more than ever that he wasn't as 'cool' as he always thought.

The male's head began to spin, making him feel light headed. The seriousness in Molly's tone frightened an unknown side of him. He wasn't afraid of her, he was afraid of losing her.

Never has Gil met a girl as spectacular as her. He knew that if he screwed this up, he would never to able to express how he truly feels about her. He had to control this side of him. This horrible, disgusting side had to go, even if he had to force himself into celibacy.

Despite his depressing mood, he was more determined than ever. Molly's words cut deep, but effectively enough to peel the layer that hid his true self. Now he had an even better plan, he was going to win Molly Gentilella's heart, and win the trust of his brother's back. This time, he was going to be the real him, no matter what memories were brought back.

With that, the male adjusted his ruffled jacket. He then exited, leaving everything in the past behind him.

Welp, there you have it! I've been super busy this week, but I managed to update. Here is where things start to shift. This is the beggining of Gil's character development, and you'll soon get a taste of his horrible past. Soon, you're also gonna find out how he ended up the way he is, and why he's afraid to be himself. People from his past come back, trying to stop the change. And lets say, its gonna get ugly. After this chapter, confessions are going to be thrown around left and right. Also, the beginning of the tour is gonna be focused mainly around Doby. Notice that Molly mentioned "the boyfriend situation". More will be explained in the next chapter about Deema's past, as well as her previous relationship. Goby's will be touched up on, but not until later in the tour. There will be a little bit of Noona's story brought up after Doby's in the tour. Expect another update in two weeks or so. Stay tuned!