10th February 2023
"so your family.. do they know?" i asked jude and he nodded
we were now eating.
i ordered the lasagne with a small side of salad and chips.
jude ordered a burger and chips, with onion rings.
"and they won't sprag?" i wondered as i placed a chip in my mouth
"and why the fuck would they do that?!" he snapped at me, eyes cutting through me like knives
"can't trust everyone" i said simply
"well i fucking trust them." he looked directly into my eyes
"who do you actually fucking think you are?" he asked me and i was shocked.
real shocked.
"sorry, what?!" i put my fork down, looking him in his brown eyes
"you walk around with your nose up in the air thinking you're the queen of fucking sheba.. it's quite insulting. i'm not below you. yet you seem to think i am" he accused
"i never once said you're below me." i laughed shaking my head
"its how you fucking act. all high and mighty. you're just a fucking up and coming popstar. you ain't all that but i don't talk down on you every two seconds like i'm fucking christano ronaldo."
"i haven't talked down on you"
"you've just insulted my intelligence and my fucking family.. i don't let that slide" he eyed me "not only that.. you're fucking rude to me all the time. i congratulated you the other day, you opened my message and didn't reply." he made a face "the only person i'd let get away with that is fucking beyonce. and that you're not." he gave me a look
"just some stupid wannabe beyonce from leeds. playing off of daddy's money hoping it'll get you far in the industry."
"you don't fucking know me or my situation." it was now my time to defend myself "so don't act like you fucking do." i eyed him
"me?? high and mighty?? let's not talk about that when you walk around thinking you're the best thing since sliced bread." i made a face at him, all he did was blink back at me
"so.." i say and pick my back up get my purse from it and slam £30 on the table "fuck you jude bellingham" i snarl and get up from the table and strut through the restaurant.
i was fuming.
so so fuming.
all i asked was if his family can be trusted not to let our situation slip.
that's all i asked.
he's fucking rude and entitled.
got a ego like he's fucking chris brown.. i don't allow that shit. not now not ever.
i met ricky and paul in the reception and they looked at me with a frown
"where's bellingham?" paul asked me, looking behind me to see if jude was following
"slowly dying hopefully" i smiled sarcastically "can you please take my to my release party. i need to get away from here, from him, now." i try to say as politely as i can.. because i don't want disrespect ricky and paul.
"of course, let's go" ricky nodded
"its probably better if we leave through the side entrance, let's go." ricky added as we went out of the side entrance and into the black SUV
"how is bellingham gonna get to the party?" paul said as we began driving
"i hope he doesn't come at all.. and if he does. he's a big boy he'll find his way there." i shrug nonchalantly.
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Ego (Jude Bellingham)
FanfictionAnastasia is a singer and model and has been signed to a label since she was 16 years old, now she is 20 years old and has the world in her hands. but, with that sort of fame, comes trouble.
