Stay With Me § BWWM JB

11 • Can't Stay Away

"You little shit!"

It's only Wednesday and I'm ready for the week to be over. Although I had many interviews, a few photo shoots, and a lot of studio time, I still feel like the week is dragging. And guess what? Most of those events were centered around or with Sam, making this break harder than I thought it would be. The more time I spend with her, the more I want her. The more I want her, the more I don't want to be away from her. Then I remember what she did and why I even wanted to take a break in the first place.

Sam and I are in the studio going over a few songs before she presents them to Scooter as possible choices for her album.

I spin around to her in the engineering chair, "This one is really good. You should make it your first single."

She maneuvers herself into a sitting position on the couch and crosses her legs, "You really think so?"

"Yeah. It's up-beat and fun, but also sexy."

"Sexy, aye?" she wiggles her eyebrows.

I laugh, "Please don't do that again, but yes it-it's sexy," I say before spinning back around to play the next song.

As we're listening to the song, Scooter opens the door and stomps in with a magazine in his hand. "Sam, can I talk to Justin for a minute?"

She nods her head and gets up from the couch, "Yeah. I'll just be outside." Then she steps out, leaving Scooter and I alone.

Scooter points at a picture on the page, "Who is this?"

I grab the magazine from him to get a better look. "Oh, I met her Friday night," I hand back the magazine.

"You guys look awfully close. You know what people are going to think, Justin."

I roll my eyes, "They already think so many things about me, it's nothing new."

"Well we don't need them headlining you as a cheater."

Cheater... "I just so happened to run into the girl again. Big fucking deal."

"Watch your attitude! I'm just saying that you need to be careful with the things you do and people you're with in public."

I cross my arms, "Whatever. Are we done here?"

"No. I'm ready to hear some of Sam's tracks."

"Well then I'll go get her," I say before quickly leaving the room to find Sam.

"Are you okay?" Sam asks as she sees me probably looking quite flustered.

"Just great. Anyway, Scooter is ready to listen to the tracks," I say as I walk around her.

She turns around, "You're not coming?"

"No," I reply without looking back. I leave out the back of the studio where the Escalade is already waiting for me. I'm feeling slightly ticked off so I tell Tom, my driver to take me to the gym. I usually go there so I can let off some steam, but also get in a great workout.

I spend most of my time at the punching bag. As each punch grows harder, my knuckles start to hurt. I let out a frustrated groan, "Fuck!"

"Take it easy," Patrick, my trainer says to me.

I unwrap the bandages from my knuckles, "I'm just so mad."

"Don't stress it. It's gonna be alright."

I walk over to one of the benches and sit down, "I can't help but stress. Everyone is on my ass about every little thing I do."

"That's expected, isn't it?"