Sure Be Cool If You Did (Shevine)

Chapter 3: Reminds Me Of High School

Adam's POV

"So, Adam..." James starts.

Oh yay, here we go. He's going to ask me about Behati. Yesterday, which was my usual boring nothing-day Saturday, I had seen the news -- and that they'd found out about Behati and I officially splitting. I have a little bit of remorse, because Behati has talked to many TV show hosts and she looks like she's ready to kill me. So insted of watching her freak out on TV all day, I busied myself with Twitter. I pretty much just looked through Blake's timeline, smiling like an idiot at our old tweets at each other about being d***weeds.

"Behati...?" Jesse finishes for James.

It's just Jesse, James and I. We're having lunch, and we're gonna go to an amusement park afterwards. Don't ask why I agreed to it -- I think it's just 'cause they want to keep talking to me. They're worried about how mad and upset I've been lately. Some is because of damn Behati. Some? Blake. Ew -- I can't even say his name. or rather, think his name.

"Yeah well, I kind of just texted her and --" I start.

"Whoa whoa whoa..." James glares over at me. "You broke up with her over text?"

I sigh. "Yes, I did... I was very emotional, okay? And I guess I deserved all the b****ing I got from her after that, but she really didn't need to go and tell the whole world, right?"

Jesse shakes his head from beside me, and turns to me. "Yeah, but you don't break up over text man, no matter how emotionally damaged you are. That's what high schoolers do, not men."

"Well, I think Adam is still a high schooler in his head." James jokes.

They find the most innapropriate times to joke, but that's why I love them. "Guys, look. It wasn't working. You know how much she was trying to control me, right?"

Both of them turn to look at me. They both have their heads cocked to the side. "No, not really," James concludes.

"Yeah! She like, controlled my decisions and where I went and stuff."

They looked at me in disbelief.

"Okay. Fine. I was just over it, okay?"

James nods. "Right. There we go, Adam. But from the way you tried to hide that from us, I don't think that's the truth, either. Come on. Just tell us. You have to know why you didn't want to marry her, right?"

I think deeply. Of course I know. Of course I know who was influencing that decision. They influenced me every day, and I know it's stupid to feel and it was stupid for me to do, but I can't help what I feel. I've never felt this way before. And now, I know how I'm supposed to feel. But I feel alone. Behati is gone. My best friend is gone, along with our fake love. All I have is my band mates. And that isn't enough.

"I know why," I say. "I was influenced.  It could've been just that glance, or the laugh or the smile. I know how they feel. I just didn't know how I feel. I needed to be free. Free from Behati's controlling grasp, alright? She was restricting me, guys, restricting my real feelings. It's hard to communicate." Most of that speech is the truth. Most.

Jesse puts his hand on my shoulder. "Who, mate?"

I sigh, racking through the names in my head. Through the mixed feelings and the last couple of days. "Her. Gray Thompson."

Blake's POV

I don't know where to go.

I've been sitting on this bench for an hour, holding in the hurt, holding in the tears. Some people have looked at me, but most are used to the presence of superstars. And some don't even recognize me, just walk by and don't mind -- don't know the hurt that I feel. They don't know, don't care. Isn't there anyone out there who cares?