Perfection: A Jamie Campbell Bower Fanfic

Chapter Three

"How was it?" Aimee asked with a smirk on her face. I knew she'd ask me that. "It was great. But don't bother asking for more details because a lady never tells. And I have to get to work," I replied poking my tongue out at her. I picked my bag up and headed for the door. "Don't think you're getting out of this that easily. I expect ALL the details when you get home," she said following me to the door. I walked outside and closed the door. No doubt she'd keep harassing me until I gave her at least some of the details.

   The whole morning passed with no sign of Jamie. Maybe I'd scared him off. Maybe he was avoiding me. All these terrible thoughts came rushing to my mind. Maybe he was just like every other guy I'd ever met. Maybe he'd take me on one date and never speak to me again. Or he'd just lead me on. "Are you okay?" My boss asked, snapping me out of my daydream. "Yeah. I'm fine," I said, unsure of who I was trying to convince. "Why don't you take a break? You've been working all morning. I'll cover here," she replied, patting my shoulder. "Yeah okay," I said sighing. I grabbed my bag and went and sat at one of the outside tables. I checked my phone hoping he'd text me. Nope, no new messages. I text Aimee, "I haven't heard from Jamie and he didn't come into to work for coffee today. I'm worried that I scared him off." I leant back in the chair, soaking up the sun. My phone buzzed and for a second I thought that maybe it was Jamie. But it was only Aimee, "I'm sure everything will be fine. I have something to tell you when you get home. Talk then xo" God, sometimes she was no help at all. I decided I'd better head back inside before I fell asleep.

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   When I got home, Aimee was sitting at the dining room table with her laptop open. She had a frown on her face. "What's up?" I asked her, dropping my stuff on the table. She looked up from the screen. "I think you should read this," she replied turning the screen to face me. She had her twitter open. I sat down to read what was going on. There were endless tweets that Jamie and I had been tagged in and numerous indirects. "Jamie Campbell Bower spotted out with mystery girl." "Jamie Campbell Bower seen taking a girl to dinner." "Ew. Who's that bitch Jamie was with last night?" And possible the most hurtful tweet of them all was the one from Jamie: "Don't worry everyone. She doesn't mean anything to me x" I began to cry. How could he say something like that? I'd known better than to date a celebrity, but I feel for that charm. I'd expected that reaction from his fans, but not from him. "It's okay Laura. Why don't you call him and find out what's happening?" Aimee said hugging me. I took a deep breath to steady my voice. "I don't really feel like talking to him right now. I'm not in the mood for any lame excuses he might come up with," I snapped back with more venom in my voice than I intended. She shrugged. "Maybe we should call Zara? Let her know what's going on. I mean she's gonna be here soon for Vidcon," she suggested. "Yeah, I guess. Can you do it? I'm going to shower," I said, standing up from the table. "Yeah sure," she replied grabbing her phone.

   When I got out of the shower Aimee was still on the phone. I guessed she was on the phone to Zara. She held the phone out, "Here, she wants to talk to you." I grabbed the phone and brought it to my ear. "Hey, how's things going?" I asked, my voice shaking. Aimee watched me carefully. After I'd finished on the phone with Zara, Aimee handed me my phone in exchange for hers. "Now call Jamie," she told me with a stern look on her face. I shook my head. "Please Laura. I know Zara told you that you need to call him. Just do it and get this whole thing straightened out." She looked like she was going to cry. "I already told you, I'm not in the mood for any lame excuses right now. I don't want to talk to him . You saw his tweet. That hurts." I could feel the tears streaming down my face. I don't even know why I was getting so upset. It was only one date. It wasn't like we were a real couple or anything. But Aimee and Zara were right. I needed to call him. But I was too angry and tired to deal with him tonight. "Lets get pizza and ice cream," Aimee said picking up her bag.

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   I lay in bed listening to music. It was the only thing that made me feel better when I was feeling down. My phone rang. I looked to see who it was. It was Jamie. I didn't want to answer it. Part of me told me not too. But against my better judgement I answered it. "Hello?" My voice cracked. "Hey. I wanted to see if you were okay. I assume you've seen what's happening on Twitter and Tumblr," His voice sounded angelic on the other end of the phone. "Oh I've seen it alright. And you're tweet about 'her not meaning anything to you' I hope that wasn't about me." I could almost taste the venom in my voice.  It was silent for a few seconds. "Oh you saw that," he said quietly. "Yeah, I saw it." He was quiet again. "You know I didn't mean it like that right?' His voice cracked and it sounded like he was going to cry. I felt terrible about the way I'd snapped at him, but I was just so angry. "I don't care. You still said it and I'm hurt," the tears started coming again and now I was sure he was crying too. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. And my stomach tied its self in knots. "I know. Can we talk about this in person. It's too hard over the phone." I was biting my nails now. "Yeah sure. Where and when?" And now I wasn't so sure I wanted to speak to him in person. But there was no backing out now. "I'll text you in the morning. Goodnight." And with that, I hung up. I lay back down and cried myself to sleep.