My Rockstar's World

Chapter 12

Going onto hour four sitting in the library working on photography reports and research, I'm really starting to rethink my entire major. I guess it's too late to switch and being annoyed at my assignments isn't strong enough of a reason to start over. But, this certainly isn't making me more excited about my future career.

Although I don't think future jobs would make me write about different settings of cameras. Sure, it's good information to know but Google exists for a reason. No way I'm even going to retain all of this information for life.

"I doubt anyone thinks photography majors do anything besides take photos," Charlie says as he types on his computer.

"I wish that's all we did," I laugh, but I'm serious. I love taking photos and even writing captions surrounding those photos. But learning about technicalities is not for me. I'll figure it when I'm in a situation that requires me to.

Since my brain has been a bit foggy for some recent classes, Charlie at least is sharing his notes with me. He seems to have a lot better of an understanding of what is going on than me.

"If you're free tonight, my roommate is having his birthday party at our house. You should come." Charlie cracks his neck while stretching.

"I might have plans with my roommate, but I'll let you know," I say although Kennedy and I have no set plans. Charlie is nice, but I'm not sure how much in the mood I'm gong to be in to go to a party after doing work all day.

"Sounds good. I'm going to grab another coffee. Do you want one?"

"That'd be great, thanks."

He stands up and stretches again, revealing a v-line from his abs. I guess I've never noticed how toned he actually is.

I take a small break and start scrolling through my phone. I haven't heard much from Bawdy this week besides a few texts, but it sounds like he had a lot of meetings and events to go to in Miami. Probably for the best that he's not here distracting me, but I certainly wouldn't mind too much. My grades might but not me.

Although I haven't spoken with him, the tabloids and social media keep me updated enough about him. At least I get to see some pictures of him looking so hot it should be illegal. I come across some photos of him at what looks like a party. There sure are a lot of girls posing with him.

I can not be getting jealous of him taking posed photos at a party. Of course he's going to need to be close to them and put his arm around them.

Probably not for the best, I keep scrolling and find candid shots where he very clearly has his arm around the same girl from multiple angles at different locations at the venue. Heat rushes to my head as a wave of jealousy flows through me.

Sure we aren't official in any way but he made it clear that he wanted me there. That should be me standing there close to him.

I keep looking and of course find more pictures with him close to a few different girls. And finally, I see paparazzi photos of him out to eat with a girl who looks to be around our age. She's absolutely gorgeous. I may be jumping to conclusions, since she could just be someone he works with. But him walking with his hand on her lower back leading her in past the paparazzi just isn't sitting right with me.

Annoyance and anger start to fill my thoughts. Did I really think someone like him could want just me?

Charlie walks back over to the table with two coffees. "Thank you," I say grabbing one from his hand without looking up from my phone.

"Everything alright? You look like you want to rip someone's head off."

Well, he's not wrong. I have no fighting skills but something inside me wants to take down those random bitches.