Ocean Blue Eyes~

I'll Stay

Jake's POV
  Ugh. That Taylor brat. Why did she cry so goddamn much? She was seriously getting on my nerves.

  Whining and complaining so much...do I look like I give a fuck??

  But I had to admit, she was pretty useful sometimes. Her wealth and influence were a means to an end, a way to boost my status and fill my bank account. I guess I would tolerate her sniffing and sniveling , as long as she kept paying the bills.

  I rolled my eyes heavenward as I entered the room, spotting Taylor sitting near the window, looking so mournful like a widow. Such a dramatic bitch.

  I strolled forward, each step I made sure to take slow and menacing. Taylor's eyes flitted to mine, and her eyes widened in terror. I felt a smirk spread on my face. Just how I like it.

That was step one of keeping a global superstar's golden mouth shut. Instilling fear.

Eventually, my steps reached her, my foot just an inch away from hers. I had her cornered, and she knew it.

I scowled as I observed her body. Her shape didn't meet my expectations— a small roll of fat lumped up, plenty enough to set my nerves on edge. I leaned forward, looking as furious as possible, and snarled,"you better loose some fucking weight." My tone was laced with malice, designed to cut her down.

Her eyes filled with tears again as she nodded submissively. Pathetic. But at least she was obedient.

I felt so good when I bossed Taylor around. I felt so...powerful. Like I had authority. People may call this being a jerk....but no. It was simply because I was better than her. In every way. Intellectually, emotionally and physically. It was only natural what I should lead, and she should follow.

  I frowned, a crumpled napkin tucked away in a corner. I retrieved it, smoothing out the wrinkles to reveal lyrics scribbled in quill. Huh. Did Taylor write some trash lyrics about me?

  Maybe we got lost in translation
Maybe I asked for too much
Or maybe this thing was a masterpiece
Till you tore it all up
I'm a crumpled piece of paper lying here
Cause I remember it all too well...

  A maelstrom of rage hit me, and my jaw clenched in indignation. Why, that bitch...she actually dared to write a song about me? Much more, a song that put me in a bad light?

My knuckles tightened as I ripped the napkin to shreds savagely. Good. Make sure it would never be pieced back together. Never be found out.

  My smirk spread, as I walked off, leaving the ruins of the napkin, ripped pieces that lay on the floor.

Just as my anger was simmering, the doorbell rang out in the air, shattering the tense silence and amplifying my annoyance. Who could be visiting now?

  But all my rage was released when I saw a familiar figure outside the door, one I had not seen in a year.

  Her red hair was perfectly tousled, and her green eyes seemed to sparkle as she said nonchalantly," I'm here to see Taylor, please."

  Her fitted t-shirt showcase her toned physique, and I smiled approvingly at Skylor.

  "Why hello there beautiful...I sure haven't seen you in a while, ever since you punched me."

  I gestured to my face, all healed up now. Skylor simply rolled her eyes, and said with a hint of boredom,"And I don't regret it one bit. Now, cut the crap. Where is Taylor? I want to have a few words with her."