Anna's P.O.V.
After that little outburst of mine I just sat down and read on my phone. Sometimes I just need to do that... Ignore everything around me and calm down. So I do just that. I settle down and tune out everyone around me.
Before I continue, let me tell you something about myself. When I zone out... I zone out. I don't know how else to put it. When I read, I'm in a different place. I don't notice anything around me at all. You could pick me up, shout at me, strap me to a rocket ship and I wouldn't notice. That's why I was only some what surprised when I found myself on yet another couch backstage.
I look around, still in a daze until my eyes land on Reed and I relax slightly... Until I see who's standing next to him...
A tall, skinny girl with wavy brown hair. She's so pretty. I didn't even begin to compare. She was wearing brown skinny jeans, heels, and a tight black t-shirt revealing curves I could only dream of. Her make up is perfectly done up.
I take this time to review my own outfit. Plain old blue jeans, a darker blue, loose t-shirt, red sneakers with small rips running every which way and a green plaid shirt. I have no makeup on and my hair is braided... I look like a boy compared to her. Why does Reed like me..?
Wait... Does he even like me?! What if he doesn't! I'm pretty sure he likes me but I don't see why when he could have her... She obviously likes him.
A wave of anger rushes through me at that thought.
He's ours.
Wait... ours? Who said that..? Okay I'm seriously going crazy... But he's not hers!
Reed catches my eye and smirks as he pushes her hand off his arm. He saunters over to me and lazily pulls me off the couch and into his arms. The girl who had been draped over him, oh so casually might I add, was now glaring at me and walking away.
"So..." I start. Yeah that's good Anna... Nonchalance is key. "You didn't tell me your girlfriend was so pretty... Or that you had one!"
Ok so that did not go quite as planned. Awesome.
I guess what he does next really shouldn't surprise me given that it's been his response for most of the things I say.
He laughs.
Yeah you heard me. He freaking laughed! So he thinks it's funny stringing girls along? Oh he's about to hear just what I think about players...
"Oh you think this is real funny, don't you? Stringing girls along? Well you know what else is funny? Walking away from low life's who don't know how to treat women if the 'How to Treat Women for Dummies' hard cover hit them in their no good, lying, piece of sh-"
He places his lips on mine effectively cutting me off. It works too, though only for a limited time until I remember what I was saying and quickly shove him off of me... Well his lips at least. His arms are still firmly wrapped around my waist. My own arms are placed on his chest. I quickly move them and wipe the few stray tears that I hadn't realized had fallen until now, betraying the facade of anger I tried so hard to project. I was actually crushed by the idea of him with her... Or anyone else for that matter.
"How could you..?"
He pulls my resisting form closer to his warmth and leans down so his mouth is level with my ear.
"Baby girl listen to me, okay?"
I nod. I need answers.
"That's Rebecca," he says slowly, "and she has nothing to do with us."

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