A Melody My Heart Sings [On Hold]

Preface

•Arabella POV•

"I can't deal with this right now, Cal!" I yelled back at him as I stormed out of the club. He quickly followed me out on to the street, staggering slightly as he went.

"Bella! Wait! I didn't mean any of those things I said to you back there! I wasn't thinking straight," he said.

"Oh, and who's fault is that? You're the one who is drunk and flirting with half the female population in there!" I screamed back, barely controlling my anger.

"I'm not drunk! I swear I haven't had a single drink tonight. And I wasn't thinking straight because I was with you."

"That's bull crap! I saw you in there and I can tell you that a guy devoted to his girlfriend would not act like you did."

"Bella, babe. Please give me another chance to make this right," he begged me with pleading eyes. My anger almost drained away, like it always did when I looked into his eyes. But the key word is almost.

"Haven't you already had enough chances?" I sighed as I turned away from him. "Now, where is Violet? She promised me she would wait for me to give me a ride home," I muttered to myself. I quickly sent her a text and stood on the sidewalk while I waited for a reply, fiddling with my music note necklace that was engraved with some initials.

"You know, I could always give you a ride back to your place if you need one. I haven't forgotten where it is."

"I think you've helped enough tonight." My phone buzzed as I got a message from Violet. I quickly read the message and groaned in frustration.

"Violet already left to go to her place with some guy she met at the club. Knowing her, I probably don't even want to know what they're doing at her place," I said as I made a disgusted face.

  "True. That is a very Violet thing to do," he said with a quirky smile. "Please just let me give you a ride back. It's the least I can do."

"I can just take a cab. But thank you though."

"A cab? On a Friday night in New York? By yourself? Are you out of your mind? No, you're riding with me whether you want to or not. I swear I'm sober and I'll keep my distance. I won't ask you anything more and I'll give you the distance you need, that's a promise."

"There's nothing wrong with that. I do it all the time."

"Well, I won't let anything happen to you. Please just stop resisting and come in the car with me."

"Fine. But I know I'll regret this," I grumbled defeatedly as I followed  him to his car.

He had gotten a brand new Tesla. It was a beautiful car, designed for those with a lot of money to spend. I slid into the inside of the car and admired the interior. "Well your career certainly has it's perks," I told him as he got into the driver's seat.

"It all means nothing if I can't have you."

"Your words won't work on me. I'm not one of your fan girls than faints at the mere sight of you. And I thought you promised we weren't going to discuss this right now. You told me you were going to give me space!" I was starting to get angry again, right after I had finally gotten control of my emotions.

"I know I know. But I just can't help it." He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. "How do you expect me to give up fighting for you?" he asked in exasperation. "Have you really forgotten who I am?"

"Oh please! I know perfectly who you are now! You are a player who cares about nothing but himself and his career!"

"I don't know what you've heard while I was gone on tour, but none of it was true. I do care about you! I never cheated on you! But why are you the only one that gets to judge. You don't think I know about you getting closer to Alex while I was on tour? I haven't been unfaithful, but I don't know if I can say the same about you," he yelled back.