Lust

Chapter 5

After Cheryl gives the driver her address, she slouches back down in her seat, her eyes fixed on the dark city. Little drops of water start to fall upon the glass, her eyes follow the little trail it leaves behind and I feel the need to get her to say something.

"Are you going to the hospital tomorrow? Do you go just Fridays or do you go other days as well?" She turns her attention on me for a second.

"Is this your idea of small talk?" I nod my head and she looks back out the window before she continues to speak.

"So what, did you sneak into the club to get a peek of all the famous people?"

"Don't pretend like you know me."

"Am I wrong? Did you not come to see all the famous people?" I roll my eyes, deciding not to put on an argument since I can sense that's what she was looking for, a fight.

"Let us guess, your a good girl, never getting into trouble, always had good grades, perfect family and perfect friends. You probably have some kind of career and you've already planned out your entire life.

"Think what you want." She looks up at me and studies my face.

"You don't care what people think of you?"

"No." I shrug my shoulders. The car comes to a stop in front of a huge house.

"This is where you live?!" I look to her front door that has suddenly burst open, revealing a very angry looking girl, about the same age as us, maybe a little younger.

"Oh here we go." she says under her breath just as she opens the car door. She turns back as if remembering that I was still there.

"Oh um I'll see you tomorrow, thanks I guess." She steps out of the car, and the girl comes running over to her.

"Nicola calm down." Is all I hear before she closes the door behind her.

The girl looks mad, lecturing Cheryl as she walks right past her, like if she's heard it all before.

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"Did you have fun last night honey?" I walk down the stairs, surprisingly feeling really well as I serve myself a bowl of cereal.

"Yea mum, but dad has to stop worrying so much, I found him waiting for me out front when I got home last night."

"Just let him be, he finds comfort in taking care of you." she continues to make breakfast and I make my way to the living room, sitting on the couch and turning on the TV.

[font=verdana][i]"Cheryl Cole, photographed yet again in another fight with unknown woman.

'John, do you ever think this girl will get her stuff together and go back to building her music career?'

'I don't think so April, she's been given many wake up calls, I won't be surprised if we announce her in rehab next month.'

'Its a shame, but I'll have to agree, she doesn't seem to want to change her ways."[/i][/font]

A series of pictures appear behind the talking announcers. I take in a sharp breath when I spot myself in the picture, im grabbing her waist as she charges for the girl. luckily my face doesn't come out in the picture, only my arms. The announcers continue to talk, a nonsense story they must have created of the top of their head to put a story behind the picture.

"Why are you watching this?" I turn to Amy who stood next me me, still in her pajamas as she took a bite of her toast.

"They make it sound like she beat the crap out of the girl when she was just shouting at her."