Warzone

Untitled Part 13

I slowly open my eyes up and I see I am still in my dress. This is not my room. I scan the place and I see Tia in her tank and realise that it's Jay's. 

"Morning sunshine," I whisper in his ear. 

"You're far too happy this morning for how drunk you were last night?" he mumbles.

"It was fun though." 

"Much comfier." I tell him, re-joining him.

"More sleep," he tells me, yawning to prove his point. "Good night!"

I let out a laugh "Night weirdo."

"No please Jay......" I plead with him, "I'm too tired."

"Should've thought of that before you woke me up" he replied before he started his assault on me, me letting out shrieks of laughter.

"STOP!!!!" I shout at him but he just continues. 

"I think it's cute when you start crying." He laughs

"Thanks, you know as my friend you're not meant to make me cry." I tell him, pointing at his chest before turning my back to him.

"Kee, c'mon turn around," he whispers, "You can't ignore me forever; you're in my bed first off."

I stay silent, a smile on my face. He'll give up soon. I hear a sigh. 

"Okay, I forgive you," 

"Why do you always do that?"

He looks confused. I repeat my question.

"Kiss my forehead, why?"

"I dunno," he runs his hand through his own hair, "I don't even realise I do it sometimes. Does it bother you?"

"No, it's nice." 

"Jay!" I laugh

"Ok I'll stop; tea? Might as well have some now we're awake." I nod my head as he gets up from his bed and wanders to the kitchen. I throw the duvet back over my head and close my eyes. I bury myself even more into the bed, letting the smell of Jay lead me to sleep before I feel the duvet being ripped off me.

"Jay stop, I'm trying to go back to sleep." I whine.

"I'm not Jay." I hear a familiar voice. 

"Hi Tasha..."

"Hi? Is that all you've got to say?" 

"What are you doing here? I thought you were in work"

"What?! I come all the way down to London to surprise you and you ask me why I'm here?" 

"It's just a shock seeing you"

"Yeah sure it is; keeping HER a secret from me. I fucking knew you were sleeping with her!" she finally lets out. "Always talking about her, you and the boys always at hers."

"We're friends," he replies, putting down the cups in his hand on his dresser.

"Well it doesn't look like it," she turns her attention to me, "and you," she points at me, "you fucking slut, I hope you're happy. You're little miss innocent act might get past the boys but not me."

That's when I get angry. 

"I see how you look at him, it's all over the fucking internet about the two of you together," a tear drops from her eye as she turns her head to face Jay. "How do you think that makes me look? You all over HER in pictures."

Jay threw her a confused look. He really was not helping the situation. 

It was obviously the answer she was not looking for because she did something I thought she would never do. She swung her hand back and slapped him hard across the face before storming out of the house. Jay stood there in shock for a few moments before following her. My head was still spinning from what just happened just now but the one thing still stuck out though.

What is about these pictures on the internet?

I didn't even bother getting changed back into my dress; I just grabbed my bag and wandered into my own apartment, marching over to the desk where my laptop lay. I logged in and typed in my name and Jays together in the search engine and pictures popped up instantly, us in different places, alone together with the boys. Then for the grand finale; pictures of us holding hands leaving the gig last night. I clicked into the article:

Looks like the charts isn't the only place Jay from The Wanted is scoring hits from. The singer was spotted leaving an intimate gig last night in Soho gripping a pretty blonde's hand. An insider at the venue last night reveals "They we're extremely affectionate with each other, he kept topping up her glass and she was whispering in his ear, neither could wipe the grins off their faces." And as an exclusive for Daily Goss reveals they left the venue together too. We just have one last thing to ask; who is the lucky girl??

I looked below at the comments. There were 265 already. I gulped before I read every single one of them, most of them we're horrible like:

"She is ugly! He can do sooooo much better!"

"Fame seeker!"

"Her dress is ugly........ Like her face!!"

Tears just streamed down my face but I could not help but read more. I went back to the search on both our names and there it was; my life laid out for everyone to see. 

"Has she calmed down yet?" I ask

"What?"

I look to my side and I see Max, looking hungover but tanned

"When did you get back?" I asked shocked.

"This morning."

"But you still have two days left."

He grinned at me, 

"Why?"

"Nothing important, now why are you sitting here crying?" 

"Tasha took a knicker fit when she saw me in Jay's bed." 

I could feel my lip trembling again. I managed to mutter out "comments" and "horrible" before I let myself cry again. Max cuddles me into his chest before whispering in my ear. "

I nod my head. He lets out a sigh. 

I know Max was trying to calm me down but I didn't believe a word he said. Tasha would get me back; I was sure of it.