Lead You On

Back to New York

Changes

"So, when we get back to New York I have to leave?" I say in disbelief.

Colson looks at me with sad eyes. "Diddy says it's for the best."

"Oh."

Colson sighs, "It's nothing against your singing, Pres, it's just...you make me look good."

I look at him in confusion.

"I mean," he starts, "my image is supposed to be 'bad boy, fucks anything and everything, doesn't settle'-"

I stop him,

"But we're not dating."

"I know that, but the tmz's mix that shit up. You know that Pres."

I nod. "I'll go get all my things together, night Colsen."

I walk up to my room. I look around at everything. I can't believe that after like a year with the guys, I have to go home because it looks bad.

That makes them look like shit. Guess it's back to my life as a stripper.

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"Well, well, well."

I smile back at the crazy redhead.

"Bout time you come see me!" Rayven exclaims.

We hug, "actually, I'm back for good."

She looks at me, eyebrows furrowed, "Why?"

"I made their image look 'good'."

"What?"

I sigh, "Yeah, they're supposed to have a bad boy image, and apparently I ruin that."

"That's ridiculous! You have talent!"

I shrug. "oh well."

I head backstage, where I run into a very familiar guy.

"Zander!"

"Oh my fucking god! Presley!" He immediately stops what he's doing and hugs me.

"Are you back in town for a show?"

I shake my head no, "Uh no, I um, got removed from the group."

He looks sympathetic, "why?!"

"It's a long story. Hey, I see Cleo! I'll talk to you later, we have plenty of time to catch up! By Zan!"

I run off to Cleo.

I tap her shoulder and she turns around, "Presley!!!!"

She screams her blonde head off and embraces me in a hug, bouncing around.

"I missed you!!"

I laugh, "I missed you too."

"Lux, look who's back!"

The tan, sexy brunette flicks her brown eyes at me, "Presley!"

She walks over to me in her heels and hugs me tightly, "I've missed you, so much."

"We all have!" I hear Tahlia say.

She joins in our hug.

They begin to open their mouths but I stop them, "No, I'm not back visiting. I'm back for good."

I stop them yet again before they have time to ask questions, "I made their image look good, but they need a bad boy party 24 seven look."

They all look mad, "That's not right! They drop you because of that??? You have serious-" lux gets cut off.

"Who's ready for the lustful Lux?" We hear of the speakers.

She sighs, "We're continuing this when I get back!"

I laugh, "Okay."

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It's been five months since I've seen or heard from Colson. Wow. Shows how much he cared.

I get nightly calls from Dub, Rook, And Dre. But no Slim or Colson. It's like they really wanted me done.

The other night Dub cried.

I miss them more than anything.

"Hello Presley, how are you doing today?" The interviewer asked.

"I'm okay," I answer.

"So what exactly happened between you and the group? A fight?"

I shook my head. They told me before I left that I can't tell the public why they kicked me out.

"They said I was bad for their image."

The lady gasped, "They dropped your amazing talent, for their image?"

"Yeah."

She looked befuddled, "how did you make them look bad? You made them look good!"

"That's the problem. They wanted the mysterious, bad bot, fucks anything that walks, gives no fucks look."

She furrows her eyebrows, "But you didn't jeopardize any of that."

"I know, but Colson convinced me that tabloids would make it look like we were together and that would ruin all his hard work."

"So you and Colson never had anything going on?"

I paused, "no.." I said nonchalantly.

"I would be stupid to ever think that."

After the interview, I went back stage.

"Hey babe," I hear as someone wraps their arms around me.

"Kellin!" I turn around and kiss him.