Undercover Beauty

Chapter 17

Nothing ever prepares you for a break up. Especially when you think you've found the most perfect guy in the world and thought forsure you would make it. However, when you're an up and coming model, and he's a superstar football player soon to make it big, it becomes impossible to live normal lives and be teenagers. The worst part about all of this, is that we both know it's the right thing to do, despite neither of us really wishing it was. It nearly broke my heart when I suggested the break up and Rosco just simply agreed. That's when you know, it's truly over. 

We got on the earliest flight back home right away and sat in silence the entire way. We had just landed at the airport and gotten off the plan, when he finally spoke to me after almost 8 hours not talking. "I'm sorry." Rosco mumbled as we were waiting to get our luggage. He didn't even look at me, just stared ahead. I desperately wished I could cry right now, but I have to remain strong. I blinked several times to fight the tears back.

"Don't be. It's my fault." I replied with as little emotion as I could. I looked over from the corner of my eye and saw Rosco shaking his head and his eyes were really red and glossy. It broke my heart.  

We finally found our luggage and continued our ways out of the airport in silence. When we got near the exit, I noticed Ron, my manager, waiting for us with a sign with my last name on it. He waved and we continued over to him, when another man joined him, dressed in a suit. "Hey Lacy, Rosco," Ron nodded at him. "Unfortunately, this is where you two depart. I'm driving Lacy and this man is going to drive you home Rosco. So please say your goodbyes now." Ron sighed and walked outside with the other man to gives us some privacy. I gulped hard, not knowing what to say. I couldn't even face him. This was my worst nightmare. Would this be my last time ever talking to Rosco? My eyes began to cloud over and soon tears just streamed down my face. I couldn't stop myself. I remained staring at the door as my eyes flooded. 

Suddenly Rosco embraced me and I buried my face into his chest and just began whaling. This was the worst thing that I've ever experienced. My heart physically hurt. I couldn't bear it. I didn't want this at all. How could this be the right thing? It's just not fair. 

"I hate this." I sobbed into his shirt. Rosco pulled me in tighter and squeezed me. 

"I know." His voice cracked, I could obviously tell he was starting to cry as well. I finally pulled away from him and stared at his face. Tears rolled down both of our faces. He looked down at me. I stepped back and tried as hard as I could to make myself believe this was the right thing to do. His eyes began cloudy again. "Lacy." his voice was shaky.

"Rosco." I stared at him and a tear rolled off my cheek onto my collar bone. 

He stared at me hard for a minute and finally choked out, "I love you."

My heart broke into a million pieces, "I love you too." 

I wiped my face and turned away from him and walked quickly out of the airport and to the car where Ron was waiting. I threw my luggage into the truck and jumped into the back seat of the limo. That's when I look back and saw Rosco, standing beside his taxi limo, staring at my car as we drove away, with complete heart break written all over his face. It hit me again. I began wailing and bawling my eyes out so hard. Screaming and crying, sobbing on the floor of the limo. Wishing I could go back and fix what happened. At some point, I fell asleep on the floor of the limo, my makeup was just streaking my face and I had a killer headache by the time Ron nudged me saying I was at home. I slowly got out of the car and headed toward my door when it flung open and my mom ran out of it and embraced me. 

"I'm so sorry sweetie." She mumbled into my hair, I rested my head on her shoulder. 

"Can I just go to bed mom? It's been a long day." I mumbled back as she slowly walked me into the house. 

"Of course you can. Don't forget to take your makeup off, it's kinda of a mess. Maybe you should take a bath?" She suggested, which honestly seemed like a good idea.

I walked upstairs to my bedroom and memories flooded my head from when Rosco and I first stayed over together in my room. I shook my head and headed towards my bathroom and started a bath. I threw in a bath bomb and some flower petals and lit some candles, turning off my lights and hopping into the steamy water. It was incredibly relaxing, but also depressing as hell. I laid in the tub and closed my eyes, trying to think of anything but Rosco. Which seemed almost impossible. My eyes flew open when I heard my cellphone ring. I carefully reached over and grabbed it, avoiding getting it wet and answered the unknown number.

"Hello?" 

"Lacy Stewart, this is Trish Crawford from Entertainment News. I was wondering if I could get you in for a interview regarding this mishap that happened between Aaron Denvers and your super cute boyfriend?" Her voice was squeaky and annoying.

"We broke up, but sure I guess so." I agreed.

"Excellent. Tomorrow afternoon, here at the studio. See you then." and she hung up. Well I guess I know what could be worse.