Chapter 18 I Argument

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(Isabelle's P.O.V)

I was in the modelling room getting my pictures taken.

I was offered to be on a billboard, so I said yes.

The flashing lights blinded me and hurt my eyes, but I didn't care.

It was 10 minutes later.

They stopped.

I walked to the table where the drinks were. Chad walked up to me.

"I just got off the phone with the Emmy's, and they said you got nominated." He said happily, smiling.

"Oh my gosh, really?" I asked excitedly, smiling.

"Yes, really." He replied happily, smiling.

I was thrilled and excited.

It was 3 minutes

They showed me to the laptop where my photos were.

"Wow, I look beautiful," I said, smiling.

"I agree," Chad said.

(Alex's P.O.V)

Isabelle came home.

I went up to her and kissed her.

It was a few seconds later.

Isabelle pulled away.

"I'm gonna take a bath." She said.

She walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

It was 3 minutes later.

My phone rang. I checked the name.

It was Chad.

I sighed and then answered it.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I'd like to tell you that Isabelle received an Emmy nomination." He said.

I was furious.

Why didn't she tell me?

"I'm going to go now. Bye." He said.

"Bye," I replied.

I hung up the phone. I put it down on the table.

I decided to confront Isabelle.

I grabbed my glass of whiskey on the table and walked towards the bathroom.

I opened the door and then barged in.

"Why didn't you tell me you received an Emmy nomination?!" I yelled.

"I was going to tell you after my bath. How'd you find that out?" She asked.

"Chad told me," I said.

I took a sip of whiskey.

"Oh yeah, keep drinking. That'll solve everything." She said sarcastically.

I put the glass on the edge of the bath.

"You're embarrassing!" I yelled.

"I'm embarrassing? I'm not embarrassing your embarrassing cause you're a fucking drunk and drug addict! Isabelle yelled.

She grabbed my glass and then took a sip.

"Do you want me to be your drinking buddy?" She asked angrily.

"I have more talent in this pinky than your entire family!" I yelled.

"Why don't we drink until we fucking get drunk and disappear. Do you still have the pills in your pocket?" Isabelle said sarcastically.

"You're ugly!" I yelled angrily.

"Get the fuck out!" She yelled.

I didn't move.

She stood up.

"I said get the fuck out!" She yelled as she pointed to the door.

I stood up, grabbed my glass and left the room feeling angry.

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