Want You Back

14.

Luke shoved at the members of Jasmine's security team, calling out to her, begging for her to turn around and just look at him.

"You son of a bitc- Jasmine! Let her go! Jasmine, please let me explain," he begged as he was pushed away from the gate roughly, making him knock into the two coffees placed on the side table. The coffees fell to the floor, brown liquid spewing onto the carpet as Luke righted himself, out of breath.

The attendant approached him stiffly. "I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave, as you cannot be here without a boarding pass."

"The hell," Luke cursed. "That wasn't the rule ten minutes ago."

She stiffened. "I'm afraid rules change - I'll have to ask you to leave."

"Can I purchase a boarding pass onto that plane, then?" He asked, pointing to the plane through the window.

The attendant smiled forcefully, "I'm afraid that plane has taken off already."

Luke gave her a dumbfounded look. "You mean the plane that's right there?"

"Sir, if you do not remove yourself from this area right now, I will call security," she threatened and Luke grit his teeth but complied, stalking out of the airport. Slipping into a cab, Luke dialled Ashton's number, needing to get to the bottom of this once and for all.

"Luke, buddy, where the hell did you disappear to?" Ashton greeted him.

"Ash, why was 'Youngblood' released yesterday without my consent?" Luke barked into the phone, giving the driver of the cab directions to Michael's house.

"What are you talking about, man? The song isn't supposed to release for another week."

Luke swore. "Meet me at Michael's in fifteen. I think management released the song a week early."

Luke hung up and was immediately bombarded by messages to the 5SOS group chat. Calum and Michael were asking him the same thing - if he knew about the song release without the band's consent.

Audrey was waiting for me in 'arrivals' when the plane landed. Priscilla was with her, and upon spotting me, rushed over to greet me, engulfing me in a hug. I returned her hug, even though I felt numb inside. Fifteen hours really gave a girl time to think about everything that had gone to hell in her life.

"Hey, babe," Audrey greeted me, smiling sadly. "How's my superstar doing?"

I shrugged, "I've been better."

Priscilla grabbed my bag for me and with a promise that she would pull the car around, dashed off into the crowds. With Priscilla out of earshot, Audrey turned to me and touched my arm. "Have you thought about how we're gonna get that blond giant back? Because I've been thinking, and I think death by kangaroo is fitting, as he's Australian, and I hear has the legs of a giraffe. Or does make death by giraffe more fitting...? Whatever the case! Revenge is my middle name and I am ready to rumble, baby!"

"Audrey," I held up a hand, "just, just stop. Please. I want to put what happened in Australia behind me. I'll own up to the lyric video, but other than that I want zero contact with Luke or his band. I just want to finally move on with my life."

Audrey seemed stunned but masked her shock quickly. "Alright, babe, whatever you want."

"Good, now when's the press conference for Infinity War? I need to contact Tom about him being my date to the premiere too - can you call his agent and figure that out? Oh, and can you contact Chanel about my dress to the premiere? Thanks, Audrey." I lowered my sunglasses over my eyes and put my showface on, strutting out into the sea of paparazzi, leaving Audrey in my footsteps.

"Jasmine, can we get a little more spooky and ominous from you. Remember, Lady Death is well, death!" The photographer laughed as he continued to snap pictures of me.

I glowered at the camera, doing my best to look bored, deadly, and scary at the same time. Honestly, I loved playing the Marvel equivalent of death, itself, but I just couldn't get into her groove right now. Not when I was hung up on ex-boyfriends writing breakup songs about me that made me look like the villain.

The photographer paused to look at the shots he'd taken and muttered something under his breath. "Can we get makeup up here for a second! And send in Captain America!" He called, scrolling through his camera.

A member of the makeup team rushed up to me, holding a makeup palette made up of blues, greys, purples and black. She began to dust powder on various points of my face, finishing up with more black liner around my eyes, emphasizing on the lower lash-line.

I thanked the makeup artist and she murmured an incoherent response and rushed off set again as Chris Evans came jogging into place beside me, shield and all.

"Time for Captain America to buy a watch?" I asked with a smirk.

Chris rolled his eyes and playfully shoved me, "how about you worry about yourself, kid."

I fake-gasped. "That's not how you address Lady Death, mere mortal."

"My greatest apologies, oh Great Dead One."

"Guys!" The photographer called, sounding annoyed. "Focus! We all want to be out of here in an hour. So let's really nail these next shots so we can all go home."

"Sorry!" I called back and tried to get back into character, failing miserably. The best part of being coated in makeup was that my facial expressions were usually masked by all the makeup. All I really had to do was not laugh and position my body accordingly.

After around half an hour of Chris and I posing - me menacingly, him patriotically - the photographer called time of death and the crew began packing up. Chris knocked me with his shoulder as he handed his shield to a crew member. "Everything alright, Death?"

"Personal matters. Boy drama, you know typical teenage stuff."

"Everything good?" He asked, looking genuinely concerned.

I nodded, doing my best to smile. "Nothing I can't handle. Thanks for the pep talk Captain."

As I walked towards my dressing room, Priscilla caught up with me, handing me a makeup wipe and removing my black cloak for me. "That was really good," she praised, though it sounded off.

I stilled. "Priscilla, you don't need to lie to me; I know I was off my game today. I couldn't focus and my character portrayal was completely off - but it's okay, you can always be honest with me."

"I just, well, Audrey and me have been worried about you," she confessed, bunching my cloak in her hands. "Since you got back from Australia, you've been closed off, less cheerful."

"Just trying to be professional." I explained, although I knew she was right.

I knew I was breaking though, and once again, I had Luke Hemmings to blame.