Hired | b.w.s

Sixteen

I follow Brad to the back of the cinema after much deliberation. My eyes are still recovering from the flashes of the cameras and I don't have the energy to argue with him again about where to sit. We sit down in the corner on the very back row.

"Why do we have to be all the way in the corner?" I moan.

"So I don't get recognised." He shrugs and takes off his jacket.

"Isn't that kind of the point? To get recognised together?" I ask.

"Yeah but not by fans, I don't particularly want to get up every five seconds to take a picture." He says calmly.

What he said seems arrogant but I can see where he is coming from, I wouldn't like to be interrupted every minute to take a picture either. I don't see the point in taking a picture with a celebrity anyway, surely it would be more meaningful to have an actual conversation with them rather than shoving a phone in their face just to prove to others that you actually met them. Although I haven't met many celebrities, so who knows how I would be.

"I can't believe I'm watching this." Brad complains again.

"Shut up and stop complaining." I tell him as the lights dim down.

"Why couldn't we watch something that I like?" He whispers to me.

"Because I deserve a reward for putting up with you now shush, it's starting." I whisper to him.

Brad mumbles under his breath but eventually shuts up as the film begins. I check my phone to see if I have any texts from Dick Boy but I still have nothing. I wish I wasn't so reliant on his texts but they do make me smile. After our phone call the other day, I can't help but ache for him to talk to me.

"Why do you keep looking at your phone?" Brad whispers. 

"It doesn't matter." I frown and put my phone away. Has he ever heard of privacy?

"It does." He pushes annoyingly.

"I'm just waiting for someone to text me..." I look at him confused, what's gotten into him lately? "Why do you care so much?"

He watches me with his eyes squinted before turning away. Then he pulls out his own phone and types on it for a few minutes, thank god we sat at the back. My phone buzzes and I feel Brad look over to me. When I look at him I see a deep frown set into his features. I turn my screen away from him and read my message so that he can't pry into my personal life. This guy needs to learn how to give someone privacy.