Make A Move (Celebrity Big Brother (A James Maslow Story) *On Hold*

Thirty-Three: Drama

*Mia's P.O.V*

After being in the Hollywood Red Carpet room for a few minutes, I walked back out to see everyone in the kitchen.

"Can you guys look at me in the eyes still?" James asked Brandi and I. I didn't say anything. "Seriously."

"Nope," Brandi says.

"Brandi is pissed at me," James says. "I know."

"And you don't think I am?" I asked him. He looks at me.

***

Diary Room

Mia: People need to know that James and I cannot be in the same room. So I need to cause a blowout to make sure no one suspects James and I are working together still.

***

"You haven't said a word to me," James says to me.

"Because my next two words out of my mouth would be, fuck you," I said.

"Oh real mature Mia," He says.

"That's why I didn't say a word, James," I tell him. "I am mature in this game. And outside this game. But sometimes I have to have a tantrum. Just like I did in that HOH competition." Soon Ari and Brandi left. "I have been rational and kept my cool in this game. I tried my best not to yell at people. I would walk out of rooms when I need to cool the fuck down."

"So why don't you just walk away?" James asked me.

"Because you were my closest ally and you fucked me over. I don't think I can trust anyone after what you did!" I yell at him. "I'm an a-lone fucking wolf. And if I get off this block. Bitch, you better pray I don't win that HOH comp." I took my water bottle and walked out of the room.

*Little later*

*James's P.O.V*

I was in the bar room with Brandi. 

"You know nobody is going for you, right?" I asked Brandi.

"I don't know," she says.

"Nobody's going for you," I said. "She is my target. Mia is my target. If people vote you out, they are crazy to even let that girl stay in this house for one more week."

***

Diary Room

James: I need Brandi to believe that I hate Mia. That I want her gone. That I don't care if Brandi is still in this game. Which I do. I need her gone. And hopefully, this plan will help. Then next week, we go after Omarosa.

***

"I mean, let's be real," I said to her.

"I know," she says. "If she wins I'm fucked."

"She won't fucking win," I tell her. "Seriously. I will make sure of that. I mean you will probably still be in the house."

"I don't know," Brandi says. "If she wins, I'm screwed. Or if somebody wins and saves her."

"Nobody is saving Mia," I whispered. "I mean if anyone would save her, they would be giving her the next fucking step into winning this show."

"What about Mark?" Brandi asked. I shook my head.

"No," I said. "Absolutely not. Not only you. Come on."

***

Diary Room