Rockstar (18+)

Chapter 8

Kailiah's POV
"I-I think....I see where this is going. Everything I like to do costs money. I'd hate if you spent money on me."

He started holding me tighter and closer to him.

"I saw what you did for the lady at the merch booth. You deserve something like that. Tell me what you like to do. I'm spoiling you. You're not getting outta this."

"I-I like going to the mall. I just go to look sometimes. I rarely have money."

"Looks like...you and me are going to the mall tomorrow."

Fuck!

I haven't been watching Beatrix's set at all!

I've been too distracted!

I hope she's not fucking mad!

There's a show tomorrow but still!

She's preforming new songs too!

There's new choreography!

He grabbed my arms and wrapped them around his neck.

This is not how I expected my damn night to go....

Wait..,

Back up...

Do I have a boyfriend now?

Is that what's happening here?

"So...are we together now?"

"We can be. Do you want to be?"

"Y-yeah. I have for years now."

"I'm yours and you're mine then."

My face started heating up again. He leaned in and started kissing me.

"Yes! Yes! Let's goooo! My little brother finally has a girlfriend!"

"Vai a farti fottere."

(Go fuck yourself)

"We should probably watch Bea's set now."

"But we're havin' a great conversation."

"We'll finish it later."

I turned around and started watching her set. Matthew started hugging me from behind.

There's no goddamn way...

Tonight is fucking happening.

No way...

I've got to dreaming.

After her set was done, we left the VIP section and went backstage. We walked into Beatrix's dressing room.

"You two seemed pretty cozy together."

"We uh...kinda have a date tonight and tomorrow."

"Really?! Holy shit!"

Once it was time to leave, we got into his rental car. I told him where an all night diner was. We inside and sat down at a table. We ordered drinks then went over the menu.

We ordered food and went back to talking. We both learned a lot about each other. Our food came and we started eating.

I told him the full story about me and my insecurities.

"I don't feel like...I'm good enough. I don't even think...I'm good enough. When something bad happens to me...I feel like it's all my fault."

He reached across the table and picked up my hand.

"None of that is true. You're good enough. Bad things happening to you isn't your fault. How long have you felt like this?"

"Oh god...years now. Did you mean it when you said...you haven't looked at my body?"

"Yeah. Is there anything else that I need to know?"

I nodded. I wanted to be open and honest with him. I went ahead and said everything....he needed to know.

We finished eating then he paid. He drove me home and I leaned over. I kissed him then got out of his car. I walked up to the front door and walked inside.