The Grand Reunion [johnny knoxville]

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve: Unexpected Caller

Lana P.O.V

"Just fuck off, please!" I shouted into the phone before hanging up and putting my head into my hands. He had the nerve to call me after all this time.

Okay, so I have some explaining to do. When I lived in England, I had two relationships. The first relationship was nothing serious, we had differences and it only lasted around a month. I wasn't too distressed by the breaking up process.

But the second one, I really loved him. Really loved him. The relationship lasted around ten months which was long for me. We had similar tastes in everything, food and music, for example. His name was Michael Jones and I seriously looked forward to become Mrs Jones but he never proposed.

It was probably because he was too busy seeing another woman. Yes, that's right; I left work early to find him sleeping with someone in our apartment. It was horrific. I had put so much trust into that guy and he turned out to be a real dickhead.

Bam knew about him because I had brought him up in a few conversations. He had grown to hate him and he hadn't even met him.

Anyway, back to the present. Johnny had left my hotel room around five hours ago and it was 7am. I had woken to my ringtone being played from my bedside table. I groaned whilst grabbing it.

"It's probably just Bam prank calling me," I thought, "Or someone's dialled the wrong number."

Oh boy, was I wrong.

"Hello." I spoke into the phone.

"It's so great to hear your voice again." My eyes widened as I heard his familiar voice. I knew who he was straight away.

I sat up, rapidly and pushed my legs off the bed. I was perched on the edge and had full attention on the phone.

"What the fuck do you want?" My tone was stern and harsh.

"Now, now. That's no way to greet somebody." He said softly. He was trying to be agonising.

"You're not somebody." I replied.

"True." He said, simply. I heard his breathing and it made me feel very uncomfortable.

"What is it you want, Michael?" I said, tired of him already.

"Nothing much. I just have news." I could hear his smile.

"I thought I had blocked your number." I said, aloud.

"I got another phone, sweetheart. I have a new number but I could never forget yours." He was pathetic.

"What is the news?" I asked, ignoring his comment.

"First, I have a question." He said, confusing me.

"And what is that?" My voice was still strict.

"Who is that boy with the black hair? The one wearing the Ray Bans and converse?" He asked. My eyes widened again. How did he know? It was probably just a picture by some paparazzi.

"You two have gotten pretty close." He added, scaring me. How did he know that? There were no pictures of us together.

"There are no pictures of us, together. Stop making assumptions." I warned.

"Oh no, darling. They are not assumptions. I have seen you two myself. This very night, actually. 2am is a bit late to stay up, isn't it?" He asked. My breathing hitched.

"Have you... Have you been watching me?" I stuttered.

"I haven't just been watching you, sweetheart," I hated his pet names for me. "I am in the same hotel as you." He added, slowly.

I gasped, silently. I don't think he heard me. He was probably lying, why was I so bothered?

"Prove it." I said, my tone returning to strict and stern. I heard him chuckle slightly.

"You are in the Lipton Hotel, correct?" He asked, mockingly. He was right, I was.

"You could be making up words." I regretted saying that. I had basically confirmed that I was.

"So you are, sweetheart. That's good." He said, "If you want more proof, I have it. Would you like to hear it?"

"Sure." I tried to sound mocking but it didn't really work. I was too shocked for that.

"Okay. When you first checked into the hotel, well, when your 'friend' checked into the hotel for you. You were standing in the middle of two men; you must be popular with men, darling. They both had their arms around you. They were having a conversation, you were not participating, but you still had a large smile on your face. You were looking at two other men who were running wildly around the hotel lobby, chasing each other, presumably. That's when your dark haired friend handed you a key and you said goodbye to the men running around and got into an elevator with a man with dark hair, a man with a beard and a punk-styled man. That's enough proof to be going on with, don't you think?" He said, quickly. I gasped and a tear rolled down my cheek with every word.

"I- I..." I couldn't say anything.

"See. I was there, sweetheart. I was watching you from one of the seats near the elevator. You didn't suspect me which was good. I was wearing a hat and was, acting like, I was reading a newspaper." He explained. "Good disguise, don't you think?"

"Just fuck off, please!" I shouted before ending the phone call and putting my head in my hands.

Shit.