Hired | b.w.s

Eight

He moves forwards, pulling me with him with force. I better get used to this if I'm going to fake date a famous band member. After a deep breath, I walk out of the front door with Brad, our hands laced together tightly. Bright white flashes go off from all directions, blinding me instantly. I hold Brad's hand tighter out of instinct as the bodies close in on us, screaming and shouting question after question.

"When's the next album coming out?"

"Are you and James an item?"

"When did you realise you were gay?"

"Who's this?"

"Are you two dating?"

I blink my eyes rapidly, trying desperately to bring my vision back. I look forwards to see the back of Brad's curly hair surrounded by blue dots from all the flashes. I see him get in the car in front so I follow, the door closes somehow and we are suddenly enveloped in silence. I breathe in and out heavily, blinking fast and hard.

"Woah." I mumble to myself.

That was terrifying. Brad chuckles at me and tells the driver where to go. I eventually catch up with what's happening and look to him beside me.

"Is it always that crazy?" I breathe out.

"This is a quiet day really." He shrugs.

"A quiet day?" I ask in disbelief. He nods and gives me a weird look as if it's obvious. "Where are we going?" I ask him.

"Nightclub." He says simply.

"At seven thirty in the evening?" I ask him in disbelief, it's way too early to get drunk and certainly too early to go to a nightclub.

"Yep." He nods.

"You don't talk much do you?" I ask him, getting annoyed by his one word answers.

"Not to people I don't know." He gives me an intense look, making me keep quiet for the rest of the journey.

I don't think I like him. He seems so miserable, so jaded. He's distant and arrogant and totally not my kind of person. What have I gotten myself into?

I pull out my phone and text Dick Boy for comfort.

*Save me!*

I put my phone away and sigh. I miss my little apartment already. But this will be worth it for the money, I can pay rent and get some better acting roles.

The car pulls up outside of a completely black building, Brad gets out instantly so I follow him after thanking the driver. He seems to remember our job this time, and waits for me to get out so that he can grab my hand in front of the one or two men with cameras waiting for us, leading me forwards into the nightclub. As soon as we're indoors, he drops my hand and walks off. I follow him like a lost puppy.

It's almost completely empty here, just one or two people sat hunched over drinks completely alone. I cannot understand why this is the place he chose to bring us. Brad stops at the bar, ordering himself a drink before looking to me.

"You getting anything?" He asks.

"Uh...no." I frown, it's only seven! I don't mention the fact that I don't drink because I don't think that I like him enough for him to know.

"Suit yourself." He scoffs rudely and takes a sip of his brown coloured drink.

"Are you always this rude?" I ask him, confidence pushing me now that I've figured him out.

"To girls like you, yeah I am." He doesn't even look at me when he responds.

"Girls like me?" I frown at him, crossing my arms in front of my chest defensively.

"Gold diggers." He says as if it is the obvious answer.

"Excuse me? I am not a gold digger." I say angrily, laughing a little at the audacity. How dare he?

"Oh really?" He scoffs and stands up from the bar stool, looking down on me intimidatingly. I swallow hard.

"Yes really." I mock his words.

"Why did you take this job then? For the experience?" He laughs mockingly and my blood is boiling now. This guy doesn't know me at all but thinks he's got it all worked out. Clearly fame has gotten to his head.

"I took it because some people struggle to make it through each day with the little money they have and would quite like to pay rent. I don't want you or your money or your fame. Frankly, you're the last thing I want. You're a rude, egotistical, self obsessed dickhead." I shout at him over the loud music, my rage getting the better of me and allowing myself to ramble on longer than I should. That wasn't very professional.

Brad just looks at me with a smirk on his face whilst my chest rises and falls. He leans down so that he's closer to me.

"Inspiring." He winks and instantly walks away from me, checking his phone.

I groan and kick the stool, hurting myself in the process. Why is he so annoying? I watch him walk over to a group of guys and share some kind of gross joke with them, earning a rowdy laugh from the group before he glues his eyes to his phone. He's so rude. I sit at the bar and order myself a non-alcoholic drink whilst watching Brad from the corner of my eye. I feel a buzz from my phone and I check it instantly.

*Waddup?*

I sigh and smile.

*Total asshole at work today. Not fun.*

I drink my drink and eye the other people around me, watching people fake smile at each other and flirt helplessly. My phone interrupts my nosiness.

*Same, the girl was a total bitch, as I assumed.*

I frown at the message and type my reply.