Hollywood's Badboy

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"Table for six please." Nate said to the waiter.

She nodded and led us to our seat where moments later, all the other guys came laughing in. "Hey." They said in unison as they all sat down.

"What's so funny?" I asked, curious as to why they were laughing hard.

After calming be down from their laughing fit, William answered me, still not fully recovered from all their laughing, "Oh my gosh, Isabella, you should have seen this one." His laughter grew louder as he refreshed his memories, "Remember that girl from the office building? The one that escorted us in?" I nodded, still not getting anything he was saying but he continued. "So anyways, after you guys left, Josh went back into the office and asked her out and instead of saying anything, she just slapped him in the face twice then walked off."

I just gaped at them while Josh blushed and tried to make it sound like it was nothing. Boys, am I right or am I right?

"Sometimes I seriously don't get you guys." I rolled my eyes at them and looked over the menu.

I decided on the lobster salad while everyone else ordered steak and stuff like that. After we ordered, we proceeded with our somewhat normal conversations.

"Isabella, we're all going to the mall next week to buy some stuff, wanna come?" Will asked with his mouth full of steak, and I looked over at them curiously. They usually never went shopping.

"Yea, why are you guys going in the first place?"

"We thought since your birthday was coming soon anyways, it would be nice for you to be able to choose your own gifts.

A huge grin took over my face, I loved my birthdays and gifts. I mean who wouldn't like gifts? And I was getting five gifts at once! I mean who wouldn't want that.

They took my smile as a yes and proceeded to stuff their mouths with food and some beer. Well at least Will, Josh and Ryan drank beer since Nate still needed to drive and since Tyler was not 18 yet and couldn't drink, he would be driving Josh's car home.

After a while of our casual talking, a familiar dirty blonde came through the front doors of the fancy restaurant. I cursed under my breath and whispered a warning to Nate, "Cover for me." I saw confusion in his eyes as he looked over to see what I was staring at, then nodded at me, his fists tightening at his sides.

I smoothly slid under the table and sat down on the ground, hoping and praying that he didn't see me.

"Brandon." I heard Nate whisper from above me as I saw a pair of feet walk towards us.

I held my breath, not wanting to give away my hiding spot.

"Is Isabella with you guys? I really need to talk to her."

Hundreds of emotions ran through my body as I heard his soft, caressing voice. I almost crawled up from under the table to forgive him, almost.

But life wasn't like that, well at least not for me it wasn't. Reality wasn't like those fairy tales where everyone hugs and forgives and forgets. So instead, I stayed put, straining to listen to the conversation going on above me.

"No, and she doesn't want to see you again so leave." Nate's cold voice was barley a whisper, but I felt like everyone could hear him just then.

"Guys, please. You need to help me. I- I don't know what came over me, I..."

Liar

He kissed her in front of me on purpose and he knew it.

He knew how much I despised her, and yet, he ignores me and kisses her even deeper than before.

I thought he was better than that.

But maybe I was wrong.

Maybe he was the same as all the other guys.

"Just leave her alone Brandon Brewer. She doesn't want to speak to you." Nate's harsh tone was clean and cut, it almost made me shiver even though he wasn't talking to me.

"Where is- Wait, that's her bag right there! She's here with you guys!" I mentally slapped myself for being so careless, I should've brought my bag down here with me.

"Uh, um. No she's not. We, umm. She left her bag with Nate and yea." I looked around from under the table to Will's feet and punched his leg. That was the worst excuse I've ever heard from him. He kicked me back and I stifled a little groan.

"Then where is she now!" Brandon screamed, his voice getting louder by the second.

"None of your freaking business Brewer. Now leave." I was so grateful that Nate didn't back down and that he didn't give away that I was here.

I heard a few curse words from above the table and I watched as one pair of feet moved away from the table and away from my sight.

My heart beat was escalating and I could feel my palms getting sweaty. After everything I've been through, my heart still beat for him.

Slowly, I crawled back out from under the table and told Nate that I'll be waiting in the car. He nodded and I ran out of the building, but not before Brandon laid eyes on me.

We stood there, staring at each other for what seemed like hours, but it couldn't have been longer than a few seconds.

He looked lost, and my heart ached for him, even though I tried to hate him, I couldn't. But I didn't particularly like him right now either.

I expected him to walk over to me, to try and apologize, but he didn't. I shook my head in disappointment, he changed too much.

My old Brandon would've ran over to me, hugged me and begged for forgiveness, but I guess I was expecting too much out of him to do so.

I proceeded to Nate's bright yellow Porsche but before I could open the door, someone pushed it back close.

Brandon.

"Brandon, get away from the car." I whispered while I fought with myself to control my tears.

"No." I didn't dare look at him because I knew I would break down if I did.

"Step. Away. From. The. Car!" I couldn't control the tears anymore and they streamed down my cheeks.

"Izzy, please..."

"Don't call me that. My names Isabella." I could feel a pang of sadness as I said that. He would always call me Izzy and that was our little thing, and now that he called me that in a time like this, sudden anger ran through me.

I took the moment of his shock to open the car door and to step inside, the tears fully running now.

The dark, tinted windows of Nate's car helped because I couldn't see him anymore, the only thing that reminded me of his presence was the constant banging of the window.

After about another minute, Nate jumped into the car and we sped off in silence to our house.