In Real Life (Nemi)

Catch Me

I was standing backstage at the Weday event, when someone bumped me, almost on purpose. I turned around to see Joe smirking at me, Blanda rolling her eyes beside him. She let go of his hand to hug me. "Hey, Demi. Good to see you."

I hugged them both & we talked for a few minutes, before Nick somehow came up. Joe, innocently, asked, "So what happened with you & Nick that would make you not go to his wedding?"

I sighed, shaking my head. "We just had a disagreement. I think he's making a huge mistake getting engaged this young. But who knows, maybe we will be fine by the time he actually marries her in a few years." I shrugged my shoulders, then my heart sank when I saw a look exchanged between Joe & Blanda.

"So you haven't heard." Joe said in a soft voice & I shook my head in confusion. "They're getting married in April." Joe added, flatly. I could tell by his tone that he wasn't pleased with this news either.

I sucked in my breath. "What? Why are they getting married so soon?" My breath was gone, it seemed. My stomach was churning & my legs felt weak. How could this be happening? It felt like the room began to spin.

Blanda rolled her eyes & clicked her tongue. She clearly was not on board with Nick's relationship going so fast, either. "Some lame ass excuse about her grandmother being sick & wanting her to see her get married before she dies." Joe & I both stared at her & she smiled, impishly. "I know. I sound insensitive. I'm sorry. I love Olivia, but I just think she's moving too fast & they are too young. Nick will do whatever she wants at this point & that doesn't sit well with me." I watched Blanda shrugged her shoulders, unapologetically.

"I can't believe he's so whipped. What the hell has gotten into him?" I asked, mostly to myself.

"I think he's so obsessed with her & so smitten & doesn't want to lose her, that he will do anything to keep from losing her." Joe said, shaking his head, slightly.

"It's not healthy." Blanda said.

"Not at all." I agreed, quietly, staring at the floor. "And I'm sure he won't listen to anyone either. Nick is a stubborn ass."

Joe & Blanda chuckled, but I was fighting an inner turmoil. Nick was marrying Olivia in less than two months. He would never be mine. He would never divorce her. Nick wasn't raised that way. He'd stay in a miserable marriage just because he grew up believing marriage was forever. I don't remember what else I talked to Blanda & Joe about, but we talked for a little while, before Joe had to go. I headed back to L.A. in a depressed fog. I couldn't get my heart to stop hurting. I couldn't stop thinking about Nick & the night we had sex. Hell, that was all I thought about since it happened. It was like a movie trailer on repeat in my head. It was a reoccurring dream. Or nightmare, depending on how you looked at it. At least the news of the wedding wasn't announced to the media, because I would have relapsed if I had to deal with hearing about it everyday.

A week after Joe told me about Nick's wedding, I was at the recording studio. I had just pulled into the parking lot & zipped my car into a spot. It was the first week in March, now & I was just about finished with my album. I was getting out of my car, when I saw Nick get out of his car two spots over from me. He hadn't seen me, but when he slammed his door & turned to head inside the studio, he saw me. His face looked happy, at first, to see me, then a shadow of sadness took over his expression. He kept his eyes on me as he, slowly, walked toward me. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest & the sweat forming all over my body. Why did he have to be so gorgeous? I took a few deep breaths, then sighed when he walked passed my car, almost ignoring me. He was in front of my car, when my mouth decided to act out.

"Did I call it or what?" I shouted at him, swallowing the venom from the nasty way I asked that question. Nick, stopped & turned around, his mouth hanging open.

"Call what?" He asked, his forehead creased in several places from the confusion & annoyance.

"I knew she'd find a way to get her hooks into you for good." I was speaking in such a nasty tone, that even I was afraid of me right now. I had a smirk on my face as I stared at him. He looked around, then walked over to me, standing on the other side of my open door. I kept staring, shooting daggers at him with my eyes. I could feel the hatred within me. It wasn't hatred for him, though. It was for Olivia. I didn't like to hate anyone, but right now, I hated her. I felt like she was the reason Nick wasn't realizing he was in love with me. It didn't dawn on me that maybe Nick just didn't feel that way about me.

"I'm in love with her." Nick said in a low & nasty tone, as if he knew he was hurting me by saying that to me again. "I want to marry her & I'm happy, Demi. I wish you could muster up some happiness for your former best friend." The way he said 'former' made me suck in my breath. I could feel the lump, in my throat & tears burning my eyelids.

"I would if I truly believed she loved you the way you deserve to be loved." I said in a snide tone, almost under my breath, in case anyone was nearby, listening.

"She does love me." Nick insisted.

I rolled my eyes, then blinked them several times, trying, desperately to keep the tears from coming. "If she loved you, she wouldn't have forced you to marry her. She would let it happen naturally, when you're both ready."

"I'm ready." Nick said, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever you say, Nick. You're a dumb ass for letting her talk you into marrying her with some lame excuse about a dying grandmother." I let out a chuckle.

"It's not an excuse."

I laughed, a little louder now. "Oh my God, Nick. You are so blind to her, it's ridiculous." I spat out at him.

"No I'm not." He said, between clenched teeth. "She's pregnant." The words came out & slapped me in the face. I blinked, repeatedly, as Nick stared at me, regretting that he said anything. "No one knows, so don't tell anyone." Nick looked around, nervously, shoving his hands in his pockets.

I kept blinking & watching him, unsure of the feelings I had inside my body right now. I felt like I was in a bad dream, wanting to wake up at any moment. I started laughing. Nick looked at me like I was crazy as my laughing got louder. "Oh Jesus Christ. And you still don't see it.... " I shook my head at him. "You don't see that I was right. She trapped you good, didn't she?" I made sure the words stung him just as much as he hurt me by what he just told me. Nick winced, pulling his lips in. "And we'll end up being on Maury together." I was laughing so hard, my eyes were watering. I wanted to lash out at him. I wanted him to suffer, if even for a moment. I wanted to play with his emotions like he did with mine. Nick's eyebrows came together in bewilderment. "I'm pregnant, too." I said, pursing my mouth a little to show I was serious. Nick's eyes widened as he took a step back. I swear I thought he was going to fall over. An evil smile crept on face. "Mr. Goody Goody, Nick Jonas, is going to look like a big fucking man whore when this comes out. And poor Olivia.... " I shook my head, still chuckling like a mad woman. The look on his face was priceless & I wished so bad I could take a photo of it. Nick started shaking his head, in a daze, still staring at me with his mouth agape. "Now what are you gonna do, Nicholas?" I slammed my car door so there was nothing separating us.

"You're not pregnant." Nick whispered, still shaking his head. "You would have told me."

I took a step toward him, my face making me proud at the way it stayed serious. "Maybe I wasn't planning on telling you. Maybe I was going to run off, to have it, to give it up for adoption." I shoved passed him to head inside the studio, leaving Nick to compose himself as he leaned on my car in disorientation. As I headed into the building, I didn't look back. I didn't care at this point. I was out for blood. I was a woman scorned & you know what they say about a woman scorned. Hell hath no fury....