Someone Like You Series 2 (John Pearce/Justice Crew Fanfic)

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Italy Continued

Nina's POV

The plan somehow worked itself out. I followed John back into the crowded festival, back to his apartment. I felt unsettled, this was just insane! I don't know how Brad can come up with this sort of stuff, and I don't understand why. If he truly loves Kylie, he should let her go, not try to destroy her relationship. Guilt rushed passed me.

We arrived at the hotel 7 minutes later and man was it fancy. It was like one of those Hollywood Hotels you see on TV. It was silence between us as we took the elevator to the top floor, the 20th floor.

He unlocked his door, "Please, come in.", he said, motioning me inside.

I walked inside and I felt like my knees where about to give out. I walked down the hall, holding the wall as my support.

"Do you prefer hot coffee or iced coffee, Emily?", he asked. I didn't realize how big the room was until I saw John in the kitchen making the coffee.

"Hot coffee. What a lovely room you have!", I faked my smile like always.

No response. He stood in the kitchen brewing the coffee. I took a sit on the leather couch. I rested my belongings on the glass coffee table. I glanced over at John, making sure his back was to me. I quickly grabbed my phone and put it on silent. The last thing I need is for Brad to text or call me. I already was feeling sick enough. But then again, Brad would be so mad if I didn't respond...I better leave it on, so I switched it back to ringer.

John handed me the coffee and sat down beside me.

"So, Emily, I'd like to know how you know me.", his voice was calm, but I still could hear some impatience in his tone.

"You honestly don't remember?", I sighed, "I never forgotten that day, it was the best day of my life.", I took a small sip of coffee and placed it on the table. I was trying to think of all his tours, I really didn't get into the whole Justice Crew  thing.

He shook his head. I didn't know what to say. I haven't actually thought of a good explanation. Then it came to me.

"Would you excuse me for a moment? I'm just feeling a little dizzy.", I stood up and wobbled a little bit, trying to keep my balance. At first I was going to head to the bathroom and hurry up and think of a plan, but then I  heard the knob turning, Kylie is coming. I pretended to trip over his feet and I ended up on his lab, a perfect makeout position. I looked him in the eyes, his brown eyes. Guilt felt like it was pouring out of me. I wanted to tell them the truth and only truth. But I couldn't. Who knows what Brad would do.

"What the-", John was cut off by Kylie, who just stood there at the door. She dropped her purse on the ground.

She didn't say a word. She turned around and took off down the hall.  John pushed me to the side and hurried after her.

When he left I tried gathering my thoughts. What the hell just happened? I got my things off the table and just sat there. I had to wait until they aren't near, if either of them see me, I'm screwed.I looked around the room. There was a kitchen, walk in closet, 2 rooms, a huge bathroom, and what would be the living room.

After I was done looking around, I remembered I had to call Brad as soon as I was done with my 'business'. I dialed his number, it didn't even ring because he answered so quickly.

"Well?! What happened? Details. I need details", he sounded like a maniac.

"He found me at the bus stop, and invited me to his apartment to sort everything out. Then once we sat down, I acted like I had to go to the bathroom cause I was dizzy. Then Kylie was turning the knob so I tripped over his feet and then landed on his lap.", I explained, trying to hold back the sobs.

"Who cares, now tell me what the result was."

"She dropped her purse and ran out down the hallway. He pushed me to the side and went after her.", I rolled my eyes, thanking that he couldn't see it.

"Great. Now we wait. Keep me up to date."

"If they see me, I'm dead."

"Buy a wig or something, like I care.", and that's it. Then he hung up.

I tossed my phone on the leather couch.

Ah, shit.