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Chapter 10 | What Am I Doing?

Zero's Arm Was Wrapped Around My Torso. We Decided Just To Go To Sleep Due To All The Madness That Went Down Last Night.

"Don't Come Back When He Break Your Heart."

I Untangled Myself In Zero's Arms, And Stood Up. I Walked Into The Kitchen, And Turned On The Oven. I Opened The Refrigerator And Took Out Some French Toast.

My Phone Rang, I Put Down The Box, And Answered It.

"Hello?" I Answered.

"I Heard." Lauren Said.

She Sounded Judge Mental.

"How Much?"

"Enough About You Having Sex With Some Boy, And Dad Caught You."

"Technically, We Were Just Making Out."

Silence Filled Our Conversation.

"Hello?" I Called Out.

"I'm Still Here. You've Changed Ever Since You Got Your Little Song On The Radio. Yeah, I Heard It. I Was Going To Congratulate You By Coming Down To Los Angeles But, You Need Time Alone To Figure Things Out." Lauren Explained.

"Why Are You All Trying To Make Me Sound Like A Bad Person Who Is Doing What They Love, And Having A Boyfriend To Help Me?" I Asked, Annoyed.

"I'm Not Saying That At All. Do You Even Know Zero Like That? He's An Addict, And It Will Be A Short Amount Of Time Before You Think It's Cool To Do Drugs, And You'll Fall Right Into His Trap. He Doesn't Love You London, He Sees You As Property And Once You Start Getting Big, Other People Will Have Their Eye On You. Zero Will Become Mad, And He Will Do Anything He Can To Keep You."

I Heaved Out A Breath.

"It's Not Like That. He's Different---"

"That's The Same Thing I Said. Look, The Music Industry Will Chew You Up And Spit You Out. They Don't Give A Damn About You, Only How Much You're Heaving Into Your Bank Account. Just Try And Keep A Distance From Zero, He's Not A Good Look For You, Nor Your Business." Lauren Advised.

I Hung Up The Phone, And Ran My Fingers Through My Hair. I Placed My Phone On The Counter And Continued To Cook This Little Breakfast.

Zero

    I Overheard London's Phone Conversation, And I Can Tell She's Feeling Down. I Want To Go In There And Hug Her But I Can't. That Moment Last Night Felt Stolen By Her Father, And I Don't Appreciate That. Nor Do I Appreciate Purchasing New Door Handles Because Of Her Shitty Dad Broke Them.

I Assigned London To A Few Photoshoots So When I Break It To Her That We'll Be Doing An Album, She'll Already Have Covers To Choose From. I Just Want Everyone To Know Who She Is.

I Walked Back Into The Living Room, And Pulled Out My Blunt. I Haven't Smoked All Day Yesterday, And If I'm Not A Little High I Can't Focus On Shit.

I Let The Smoke Linger Around The Room Until London Walked In. She Tilted Her Head In Confusion.

"Is That...Weed?" She Asked.

"Yeah, So?"

I Also Forgot That When I Smoke, I'm Not The Nicest Person In The World. I Probably Have To Refrain Myself From Slapping Her In The Face If She Says Something Smart To Me Right Now.

    "So, That's Bad For You. You Know What That Can Do To Your Body Or Your Brain?" She Advised As She Held Her Hand Out.

  I Pulled And Blew Some Smoke Into Her Face. London Waved It Off.