Jill's POV
Hayes Grier 4 million on Instagram. Hayes Grier 3 million on Twitter. Hayes Grier 4 million on Vine. Why was I so oblivious?! Hayes as a fucking fan base and he didn't have the nerve to tell me. He's been keeping this a secret for who knows how long.
I look up Nash and he has even a wider fan base.
I don't know why, but my body was telling me to. And with that, I did.
- Phone Call -
J- Jill / H- Hayes
H: "Oh my god, Jill."
Is he crying?
J: "We're you ever gonna tell me you were famous or were you just gonna keep it a secret from me?"
H: "It kind of just happened.."
J: "Yeah, okay."
H: "Jill, I need you to listen to me. I love you. I'm not kidding. You are my everything and I need you. I'm sorry."
J: "You can say sorry a million times, say I love you as much as you want, say whatever you want, whenever you want. But if you're not going to prove it that the things you say are true, then don't say anything at all. Because if you can't show it, then your words don't mean a thing."
H: "Jill Watts, I am madly in love with you."
J: "If you love me, then show it."
- End of Phone Call -
I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna do it. Not this time. I pull myself together and exit my room. This time, I see Rachel and Nash on the couch watching tv, cuddled up by each other.
I shut off the tv.
"Hey! We were watching that!" Rachel says.
I completely ignore her as I turn my attention to Nash.
"Nash, were you ever gonna tell me you were famous and so was Hayes or was this some bullshit?" I ask.
Rachel looks at Nash were both of her eyebrows up and Nash does the same.
"Hayes never told you?" Nash asks me.
"No, no he didn't." I say.
"He was supposed to. I knew." Rachel says, shrugging her shoulders.
"Nobody tells me anything these days." I say, mumbling.
"But the question is, are you gonna look at him differently now, now that he is famous?" Nash asks me.
"No," I say, honestly.
"We're you talking to him on the phone upstairs?" Rachel asks me.
"Yes," I say. "I wanted a reasoning to why he didn't tell me."
They both nod their heads.
"Kacey should be here soon." Rachel says.
"Okay, thanks." I say.
I look at my phone and see I had texst and calls from Hayes.
I ignore him and slip my phone in my purse.
-
I picked Kacey up because I was driving and Rachel was in the passing side by me. Kacey sat in the back and to be honest, it was really awkward. I don't know why it is so awkward, it's only been a couple of months.
"So how have you been doing?" I ask Kacey.
Kacey is beautiful. She has that strawberry blonde hair that's go down to her shoulders that shines in the sun light. Those freckles that go along her nose and cheeks. Those perfect white teeth that have been straight and shiny her whole life. She was just perfect.
