Jenna's POV
I rolled my eyes, applauding. I couldn't stand the frontman of the group who had just won. He was overly cocky, arrogant and rude. I shifted in my black maxi dress, pushing back a few strands of my dirty blonde hair. I didn't care to listen to his speech at all, until he said his last line.
"Invoice me for the microphone if you need to." He stated. My jaw dropped.
Alex Turner is the rudest man I've ever known.
I didn't even bother clapping, I just adjusted my gold with pink stones necklace, standing up as the host said goodnight. I walked away with two Brits, satisfied for the time. I walked with some friends to where they were holding the pre after party before the official ones would begin. I sipped on wine, not really in the mood to drink a lot. I spoke with some other artists, and felt a tap on my shoulder once I was alone again. I turned to find Alex, drunken as he was when he have his acceptance speech.
"Hey babe." He slurred drunkenly, yet cold. I shot him a look I had given him many times before.
"What?" I asked, not wanting the conversation to last long. His eyes changed, and his jaw set hard.
"How do you expect someone to love you if you're so cold? You could be a bit sweeter."
"And you could actually care and be grateful for winning an award." I snapped back, smirking my deep raspberry lips. He rolled his eyes, tilting the green bottle he had in his hands back so the dark liquid would fill his mouth.
"Well I guess this tour will be fun, won't it?" He asked, more to himself, but grabbing my attention like he wanted.
"Excuse you?"
He laughed with a satisfied hard tilt of his lips, not even a smirk.
"Haven' you spoke with your manager? We're touring together."
"I haven't agreed to anything." I retorted.
"You don't need to. The fans want it, management thinks it will be good. You're with me and my boys for the next few months." He chuckled heartlessly, tipping his bottle back yet again.
I lunged for it in my dress, pulling it out of his hands. I stared him down in his swollen blurred eyes.
"You will not tell me what I am and what I'm not going to do." I growled at him.
"There isn't anything you can do now." He spat, grabbing his bottle again, holding it tight as if it was his child. "You'll enjoy it, really. We're a fun group."
"As if I want the displeasure."
"Warm up, your heart is making the room cold." He retorted. I rolled my eyes, setting my glass down.
"Is there something you want from me? Is this why you won't leave me alone?"
"No, I just need you to stop being negative."
"I'm the one who's negative?" I spat, disgust in my voice.
"I have an interview to do. Decide what you want to be wearing on this tour. Call me when you're ready." He sung out, walking away.
"I won't!" I yelled. He turned around and smirked slightly.
"You'll love this tour." He shouted loudly so I could hear him.
