The date wasn't too bad. The movie was quite good. We went to eat ice cream right afterwards.
We sat outside out of the ice cream shop and ate our treats happily, talking about the movie's best scenes.
"Oh there's no way in Earth that you could do what he did," I scoffed.
"Yes I could!" He said, pretending to be offended. "And the way he had all those women drooling over him in the club, it happens to me every time."
I choked on one of the m&m's in my ice cream and laughed, "You're full of shit."
He laughed while leaning back on his seat. "I'm just surprised I haven't already seen you naked. I mean, most girls just throw themselves at me as soon as they see me."
"Michael!!"
He laughed loudly. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding!!"
I picked off an m&m's and flicked it at him, hitting him right at his cheek. "You're a sick pervert."
"Hey now!!" He rubbed his cheek. "Am not!!"
"So are."
We stood up and threw away our empty cups, heading back to his car and driving to the hotel.
"You mean to tell me that you wouldn't have sex with me? Not even once?"
I took a quick glance at him before looking forward again to park the car.
"Meh, maybe if you play the right cards." I grinned as he got out of the car in an offended manner.
I tossed him his keys and we headed inside the lobby.
"Well let me play the right cards," he offered while entering the elevator.
"Oh, no way," I denied and he looked at me in confusion. "I have to go to Walmart and get some stuff."
"Wait, what?!"
I smiled innocently as he ran towards me but the door closed in between us.
I laughed quietly and went back outside, calling out a taxi and heading to Walmart.
I payed for some t-shirts and a chocolate bar and headed out the doors. I shoved my stuff into my bag. As I unwrapped my Snickers bar, I crossed the street on to the sidewalk. A nice walk would help clear off my mind from all kinds of things.
I chewed quietly when a small voice interrupted my train of thoughts,
"How old are you?"
I stopped and turned around to find a small kid looking up at me. He looked maybe 14 or 15.
"Um, 25," I responded. "Why?"
"Cause you look a bit too old to be wearing beanies."
I chuckled and swallowed the little bit of chocolate in my mouth. "Sorry, I didn't realize I was supposed to care about your opinion."
He frowned slightly. "What happened to you? So many people said you were nice."
My eyebrows knitted together in confusion. What is he talking about?
"Did your breakup really affect you that badly?"
Shock washed over me as Jason's words finally hit me into realization,
'Who doesn't know you?'
I glared over behind the kid as a small crowd of bodies came rushing over to me. Bright flashes of light blinded my sight and I covered my face.
"Hey, hey, stop it!!" I shouted and the flashes came to a stop.
Microphones were shoved towards my face and everyone spoke at once.
"After all these months, this might have been the very first time anyone has caught to see your face."
"Where have you been living all this time?"
"What is it that happened between you and Thomas?"
"All of Thomas' fans are very disappointed that you two broke up. What do you have to say to the fans you made?"
"Some are saying that you were using Thomas for money."
"We heard about your accident, were there any major injuries?"
"Thomas has failed to show up to any of his planned auditions for two months and now he's beginning to work again, have you two spoken since the breakup?"
"Do you still love him? Thomas has said countless times that he wants you back, so we all assumed you were the one to end the relationship."
I was overwhelmed. Large cameras were pointed in my direction and pictures were continued to be taken. I was completely surrounded my them. The kid had completely disappeared.
"Stop, stop!!" I yelled above their voices and they slowly came down to silence. I felt their eyes glued to me, waiting for me to say something.
I had completely forgotten about Thomas' fame.
"Um, listen," I looked anywhere but their eyes as I tried to pick what to say from the millions of options running through my head. I finally gave them eye contact. I had to be strong. I couldn't show how weak and lost I felt after that day.
"What happened between Thomas and I doesn't matter. It's been four months now and I think it's time that everyone put this to rest," I replied and tried to walk away but they only crowded closer to me. They created a tight barrier around me.
"Y/n, y/n!"
"Wait!"
I sighed and looked at them.
"Will you please tell us what it is that happened? The world was devastated to find out that such a perfect couple would breakup so suddenly, especially after getting engaged."
"Like I just said, it doesn't matter."
Another microphone was held close to my lips and I looked back and forth between all the cameras.
"So you and Thomas haven't spoken at all?"
I shook my head. "No, we have not."
The storm of questions flooded over me once again.
"But why? Aren't you afraid to lose the love of your life?"
"The fans are begging for you to come back in his life!"
"If Thomas were here right now, what would you say to him?"
But one question caught my attention over the others;
"So you wouldn't care if Thomas moved on to another woman?"
I felt my heart clench in my chest and I felt breathless for several seconds.
I quickly composed myself and stared right at the woman who asked the question.
"The only thing that the world needs to know is that Thomas and I are over. So whatever else happens with him is none of my business."
I shoved and pushed my way through the crowd and entered a random shop to get them off my tail. I ran to the back of the store and through the back door. I couldn't have them know where I live. I ran behind buildings and inside the hotel. I rushed into my room and slammed the door shut.
Silence.
I was alone.
I let my bag drop to the floor and I slowly made my way to the bathroom. As I stared into my own brown eyes, I began to cry.
