𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 • 𝐭.𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡

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I don't want to tell Chelsea about this new job opportunity. Yeah, she's like my only friend but she's also a massive bitch.

She's manipulative. She uses me for shit and I just let her do it because what else have I got? One time, we went out drinking and at three in the morning, I was stuck laying on my couch because she was sleeping with a random guy in my bed. My bed.

So, I made the decision to not tell her and somehow I've stuck to it. I'm now sat at a table in the corner of a somewhat uncrowded restaurant next to Louise.

"He's absolutely fucking fantastic. You'll like him." She says, already on her third cup of coffee and we've been her for about half an hour. "Shit! I didn't even ask - you a fan?"

I raise my eyebrows at the swears coming so naturally from a woman who looks so...respectable and put together.

She's wearing a black blouse and white fabric pants with matte black heels and has her hair done up. She looks professional and, to be honest, great for her age.

"I'm definitely somewhat of a fan." I answer and sip my own coffee. My first cup, in contrast to her. "Not majorly, but definitely something. My friend is a huge fangirl. She cried for hours when she didn't get tickets."

Louise claps once excitedly. "Well, now she can come with you!"

No, thanks.

"Oh, I don't know. She's a little...tempestuous?"

"I see." Louise suddenly nods slowly, as if in understanding and reaches a hand over to touch mine. "She's a heinous bitch?"

Once again, my eyebrows raise and my jaw drops.

"I..."

Louise just laughs. She laughs and laughs. "Don't worry! If someone's a bitch then they're a bitch! No point in trying to avoid that."

I chuckle a little before the thought strikes me.

"Wait, before you said that I could just bring her with me."

"Yeah?"

"It'd be fine for me to just let someone tag along to the whole of the biggest tour in the world?"

"Yeah, absolutely fine. Why? Is there someone else you want to bring?"

"No, not really, I'm just surprised that you're that lenient."

"More the merrier." She shrugs and then gasps, clicking her fingers to someone across the restaurant. "My boy!"

I follow her hand with my gaze and there he is.

Tom Blyth in the flesh. He doesn't walk like he owns the place but let's be honest - he does. About half of the people in the restaurant are looking at him, probably thinking things like: 'Is that- no!'

But it is. The last time I saw him was when we finished school. I moved back to Carolina almost immediately after finishing school. He looks different, obviously. His appearance is more rugged but still pretty and he's somehow even taller than he was. I remember always being pissed off because by the time we hit year 10, he was already taller than almost all our female teachers which meant he was definitely taller than myself. He used to tease me for it in English.

"Priscilla Jacobs!" Tom exclaims, pointing at me with a look of obvious recognition as he reaches the table but doesn't yet sit down. "I knew I knew that name, oh my God!"

I see Louise's expression contort to one of confusion as Tom holds his hand out to me.

He remembers me...

"I definitely knew your name." I say and shake his hand while smiling up at him.

He doesn't say anything but smiles in amusement as he sits across from me and Louise.

"How did you know her name?" Louise asks, skeptically looking at Tom and myself.

"We went to school together." He answers for me and I nod.

"Why didn't either of you tell me?!"

"Well, I just didn't think it was that important to tell you." I answer.

"And I couldn't place where I knew her name." Tom shrugs before frowning as he looks at the items on the table. "Why are there so many empty mugs?"

"There's two." Louise rolls her eyes and places one down. "Now, three."

"How long have you been here?"

He asks me rather than Louise and I hesitate before answering with a bit of confusion.

"Uh- about a half hour?"

"Louise!" Tom scolds.

"I'm going to the bathroom. You two talk."

I watch her stand with her bag and go and then see Tom run a hand over his face.

"What's wrong..?"

"She isn't meant to consume that much caffeine. She knows that but doesn't listen."

"Oh, shit. Sorry, if I'd known I would've..." I trail off. I know I wouldn't have done anything, I can't take control for shit.

"No, it's fine. It's not your responsibility." He waves it off. "Shit, it's not my responsibility but you know."

"She loves you. Spent the first twenty minutes going on about you."

Tom grins. "Yeah, I know. She takes care of me. Makes sure I 'stay decent' and don't do too much stupid stuff."

I nod and look out the window for a moment and can feel his eyes on me.

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tom

Priscilla is gorgeous. Like...fucking stunning.

Now that I know who she is, I can place her face from seven odd years ago and while she was pretty then, she's only grown more so over time.

She's still sweet looking. Blonde hair and wide eyes. By 'sweet', I really mean angel. She looks like an angel - the lightness of her hair.

I snap myself out of the daze when I see her look from the window back at me.

"So-" I clear my throat. "Do you wanna do this?"

"Do what..? The photography job?"

"Yeah."

Priscilla looks a little bewildered.

"Is that it? You don't need to do a whole long process of stuff?"

I shrug. "Not really. Your work is amazing and you said you're all good to stay on tour for the remainder of it."

"Oh, Louise mentioned a contract?"

"Mhm." I hum. "But honestly, it's maybe the shortest contract ever. It literally just states that you can't just quit on us and some other 'important' shit."

She nods slowly. "Okay. I'll do it."

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