Love Disorder (Lesbian, Girlxgirl)

Chapter 8. Pretense

Chapter 8. Pretense

It wasn't everyday that I got to save someone famous. It wasn't everyday that she asked me out for dinner. Uno didn't really count, did she? I've sort of known her all my life because of mom. As Carter said, it was like having an honorary sister. Bianca in the meantime was a stranger to me. It was surreal to have her by my side.

"Hold that thought," Bianca said. She took her phone from her pocket and answered a call. I didn't hear it ring. "I got out," she said in a relieved tone to the person on the other line. "Someone helped me." She nodded to herself. "Yes I'm safe. You did a good job."

I looked the other way while she continued to talk on the phone. Bianca was as famous as Uno. Maybe a teensy bit more. If there was one thing that I knew she had that Uno didn't, she has always won the popularity contest. Her fans easily outnumbered Uno's, solely because she had a squeaky clean image and was known to have tons of charities under her name. There was a rumor that she donated one of her kidney's. How could Uno top that? How could anyone?

Bianca looked disappointed when she tucked her phone back in her pocket. "That's my manager," she said. "I was supposed to do a guesting for tonight's show. Word got out and somehow some of my fans broke inside the building. My manager let me escape in the main lobby." She fiddled with her hands. "He will pick me up soon. I'm really sorry to cancel the dinner like this."

Oh. So that's what was causing the sad face. I put on a bright smile. "It's not a big deal. I mean, we're both busy and all."

"You are?"

I thought about Uno, sitting alone in her room. Maybe it would be best if I didn't mention her to Bianca, and vice versa. Not until our situation was more stable, and I was officially Uno's manager. If there could be something more official than our signatures on a piece of paper.

"Yes. I'm a college student," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. If I were to work for Uno, I should learn to keep my cool around celebrities. "You know how college is. Full of activities. I'm Riri by the way."

"Bianca. But you probably knew that." An SUV stopped dangerously close to the bushes where we were hiding. Bianca stood gladly from our hiding place. "That's my manager," she said. "I instructed him where to go." She smiled apologetically. "I really need to get out of here before people see me. Thanks again." There was nothing more to be done except for a subtle nod as she bolted to the SUV and waved goodbye.

I stood on the same spot for a minute after their sudden departure. Thinking that I should go home, and Carter was worried about me, I shakily moved from behind the bushes. My foot landed on something uneven. I managed to steady myself before I fell. "What's this?" I murmured as I leaned down. I inspected the brown colored pill bottle. Bianca must have dropped her medicine. I tucked it in my pocket. If we did run into each other one of these days, I'd give it back to her.

"You'd never believe who I met," I said to Carter when we were safely in the truck, on our way back to the boba shop.

"Who?" He was only mildly interested.

"Are you ready to know? Okay get this, it's Bianca. The Hollywood celebrity Bianca. I helped her escape the mob." I saw my smiling reflection in the side mirror. Mom would have done the same thing.

"You're right. I don't believe you."

"Oh really?" I tickled his side.

"I'm driving," he said grumpily.

"You're jealous because I saw her and you didn't." I poked his ear. "Admit it. Admit it Carter."

"Man, I hate it when you're like this." He sounded exasperated. "Okay, I admit that I'm jealous, but only because you forced me. Now tell me everything in detail." I saw his smile when he glanced out the window.