Crossing the Line (A.t.C. Sequel)

Ch. 1

I woke up late in the afternoon wearing nothing but his shirt and smeared eyeliner. There was a gentle knock on the door.

"Don't forget about the shoot today guys, it's in two hours," April said through the door. I shook him awake and to my surprise he didn't yell at me.

"Oh god I hope I wasn't drunk enough to sleep with you," he said, ruffling my hair. I stood up.

"Love you too," I replied. I showered and dried my hair. I was happy to have dyed it back to black. I put all of my piercings in, wearing matching black diamonds, and walked out in my robe to find an outfit.

I decided on a black body con dress that had a see-through mesh middle and tall black pump boots. Bam wore a black suit jacket with ripped jeans.

We'd been gaining some attention as an "it couple." I heard engagement rumors, pregnancy rumors, and even cheating scandals. Yet we weren't even in a relationship.

I stood in the closet and looked at myself in the mirror. I quit modeling, and really quit worrying about my looks so much. I gained enough weight to be a size 5, but I really didn't mind. I got a few new tattoos, my favorite being the one Bam and I got together, a huge heartagram side piece. I was also pleased with the cover up of my previous heartagram tattoo. It as other covered up the memory of getting it.

I'm not gonna lie, I really did still long for a real relationship with him but I knew I shouldn't hold out for it.

"Cali, do me a solid?" He asked. I turned around.

"Don't stop being gorgeous," he said with a wink.

I rolled my eyes and slipped my shoes on.

"You know, I haven't forgotten two very important conversations. When you acted like we were a married couple the day we got Ville, and also the day you said you didn't do relationships. When the turmoil in my head caused by those things is settled, I'll appreciate your compliments," I replied.

He sat on the bed and motioned for me to come over. I sat on his lap and sighed.

"You know, bonding over a cat when I had a little bit to drink without you knowing, and saying some fuckboy stuff another time I had been drinking, shouldn't occupy your mind that much," he said. How dense could a person be?

"Things mean more to me than they do to you."

"We talked about this. I wanna be with you but I don't want to be serious. Now drop it. Today's gonna be good," he said.

"I know. I just wish you realized that even though I love every minute spent with you, I wish it felt permanent. I know we rushed into this pretty fast. It almost sounds like a bad fanfiction about you as a celebr-"

"There's fanfiction about me?" He cut me off.

"Uh, probably," I paused. "Anyway, I feel like even though we rushed into things I know you well enough to talk about how I feel."

"Yeah, and I'm glad you feel that way. But you just need to chill. You're not even twenty years old. We have plenty of time to decide what we want," he said.

I stood up and primped one last time before heading downstairs. I didn't need to hear this bullshit for the tenth time.

At least I was getting to pretend to be important to him for a photo shoot. One would assume that celebrities try to dispell the rumors around them, but they don't. They feed into them like mad. Our photoshoot today was exactly that; us as a couple and what are future plans consist of.

It hurt. To know that everyone that adored him was under the impression that my dreams were coming true.