Lead You On

- Mood Swings

I am going to tell you a secret. Everything is about wanting. Everything. Things happen because of people wanting. Watch closely, and you'll see what I mean.

- David Mitchell

{I'd like to recognize Mgkfan and LaurenRennyRoss for the help and ideas they've given me. Thank y'all so much! xox Keep Raging<3}

Chapter Seven~

"Woah. Someone's in a bitchy mood."

I just glared at Brooklyn from across the table. I wasn't fully awake yet, and the fact that Colson kept touching me, was really putting me in a bad mood.

"Sorry," I try to say as nicely as I can. Underneath the table, I push Colsons hand off my thigh.

"Can I see your menu? I don't have one," I say and take JP's menu.

"Why sure, Presley." I don't know why I was being a bitch. I swear, of Colson touches my leg one more time, I will physically hurt him.

"Colson, will you order the lobster for me when the waiter comes back. I have to go to the bathroom," I say standing up and pulling Brooklyn with me.

"What's your problem?" Brooklyn asked as soon as we entered the bathroom.

I sighed, "I honestly have no freaking clue. One reason could be that I just woke up."

She nods her head, "You never did take well to me waking you up for school."

"I have to pee," I say and go into the nearest stall. "Shit," I mumble as I look at the bloody toilet paper before I flush it.

"Brookie, do you have a tamp?" I ask, not even caring if there was an audience in the restroom. Brooklyn's hand appears underneath the stall, a long, green package in her hand.

I flushed and went to wash my hands. "There's reason two to your bitchiness. Shark Week is here." Brooklyn says smiling.

I smile at her, "Now what's reason three?" She asks.

I shrug and we go to walk out of the bathroom, "Maybe we'll find out later."

Brooklyn laughs and I follow her back to our seats. Our food was here.

"I'm starving!" I say as I take my seat. "Thank you for ordering for me." I say to Colson. He smiles.

"So what's our plans for tomorrow?" I say, trying to get out of my 'mood.'

"Well, I have an interview at seven tomorrow morning, sound check and rehearsals at eleven, another interview at two, a signing at four thirty, and then I perform at nine tonight," Colson says before taking a bite of his steak.

"Damn, you're gonna be busy," I say as I dip a piece of lobster meat into my butter.

"You're going with me," he says. "Why?"

He shrugs his shoulders, "I just want you there. Plus, I need you at sound check." He winks.

I nod my head. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. I think things over in my head.

"Let's go clubbing."

Everyone looks at me. "What?" I ask, shoving lobster into my mouth.

"You, Presley Marie Miner, wants to clubbing?" Slim says. I nod my head. "Yeah.."

Colson laughs, "Out of all the times I've wanted you to go, you choose the time we have to be up early to go." He looks at me, "You're one crazy motherfucker, Pres."

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