The scars of Fame (Prodigy Mindless Behaviour Love story)

(16) Everythings fine :) (B*tch)

***CeeCee's P.O.V***

Jessica kept on looking at me weird but she didnt realise i could see her, and when i did look up at her she would pretend to have a conversation with Prod and casually look at me and smile, how fake, how pathetic.When we got out of the car i started to stretch my legs when i felt someone hold my wrist and ofcaurse Prod was standing there.

Prodigy: Cee-

Jessica: Prodigy come on Keisha's waiting for you, we need to get on set. *holding his arm and tries to pull him away.*

Prodigy: Jess give me 5 minutes okay

Jessica: We dont have time come on!

CeeCee: I gotta go Prod* Pulls her arm away, puts her shades on and walks in the studio.*

***Prodigy's P.O.V***

She wont even let me explain, why is she acting like this for?! Okay she walked in at completely the wrong time but she cant avoid me forever, we live together so shes gunna have to talk to me whether she likes it or not.

Prodigy: Come on Jess *walk in and go to the dance studio*

Dave (Choreographer): Took you long enough, right everyone go get changed into your first outfits and be in the tour bus in 15minutes so we can get to the shoot.

***CeeCee's P.O.V***

Walter: That was great Cee come listen

CeeCee: I really like the song.

Walter: The director did to, he had alot of plans for this video, we finished alot earlyer then i thought its only *Looks at watch* 3pm

CeeCee: We've been her 5 hours!!  :O

Walter: Thats early, i'll drop you off at MB's video shoot and come back to edit the song all together.

CeeCee: (P.O.V Go back to Prod? No thanks) Isnt there anything i can do here?

Walter: Nope were all done for the day, come on lets go.

CeeCee: Erghhh

When we get there Prod is in the middle of begging Jasmine? Jezzy? Jessica? thats it, to take him back, There holding eachothers hands and looking into eachothers eyes. I just cross my arms and take a glimpse at the guys who look REALLY uncomftable at this moment, im guessing Prod told them about this morning. The boys try to make there way to me as quick as possible as soon as theyve spotted me but i turn my head and Prod and Jess are both leaning closer to eachother, there lips inches away from eachother when Prod looks my way and his face looks shocked but he doesnt stop. The director yells cut and prod springs his head back but Jessie looks at him confused.

Prod: Cee wait! *He gets up from the bench hes sitting on and starts to walk towards me when the director stops him and begins a conversation with him*

Prince: CeeCee *He picked me up and spun me around*

CeeCee: Hey

Prince: We need to talk.

CeeCee: About what?

Ray: Prod-

CeeCee: Why do we need to talk about him? *I giggle and smile as if im calm about everything when really my grip is so fearce i can feel my nails dig in to my arm from under my coat.*

Roc: We know your mad at him

CeeCee: I'm not mad, i have nothing to be mad about. *I give another fake smile and put on the happyest voice i can think off.*

Prince: Your really scarying us.

Ray: Look Prodigy and Jessica are just friends.

CeeCee: Okay? Why does that concern me? Prodigy can do whatever he wants with any girl, i dont care * I take off his cap and push it onto Princes stomach* I'm not his girlfriend

I drop the cap in his hands and walk on just as Prod heads towards us. He stards calling my name but i shrug it off and keep walking out the door.

As soon as i'm in the reception area i walk towards the room labelled gym and suprisingly its empty, just me in this big room. I start to pace up the room and on my third pace up and down i punch the  boxing bag with so much anger it falls of the hook but i dont stop i fall to my knees and keep hitting until im weak and feel as if im going to cry.

I pull out a pot of pills from my pocket and take two, but as they take a while to kick in i smack the glass of water of the table and watch it smash on the floor into a thousand tiny pieces when i finally begin to feel melow again. I start to feel hot and stuffy (One of the many sideofects of my pills, a thing i hate about being bipolar.) so i leave the gym casually and walk down the hall and off set to a starbucks across the road.

I sit down order a coffe and begin to relax my muscles abit when i feel a large pain in my arm, and as i remove my coat, both of my arms are bleeding from where i dug my nails into my arm.

A hand holds out tissues in my face and as i look up i see a farmiliar yet new face.....