College Life

Chapter 9

"What the hell are you doing here?" I stare in astonishment at the person in front of me.

"Can I come in? This is so not good for my image" Jake says.

And I'm on full blown laughter.

"Get out" I push the door against him, but he stops my action putting his legs in-between the door.

But I still don't relent and press the door harder.

"Fuck! Grace, what the hell." He whisper shout

"Let me come in.... Please" he says sounding somewhat sincere, and I let my guard down just a little and open the door for him.

He doesn't waste time and quickly closes the door behind him.

"So what do you got to say, you have five minutes"

He signs.

"Look Grace, I'm sorry about everything, how everything is moving right now , sorry I didn't inform you before taking actions involving you sorry.

But you have to understand my position its not easy being me, I'm always on the spotlight, its sickening, everything I do is online for hungry viewers, its starting to make me conscious of my actions.

I'm usually a reckless person, never minding my image until a certain incident, right now people are looking up to me, I know I've failed them to an extent; my band mates are relying on me not to destroy the band, so many things are weighing on me, and I have to somehow live up to their expectations.

I feel so frustrated so don't be angry when I suggest such lucridious thing, my head is spinning thinking of how to do better.

Sorry, I'm dragging you into my mess, but grace help me out. I need you"

He finally finishes his loooong speech breathing hard.

I stare at him in amazement.

"Did you memorize that?" I chuckle a little.

"No" he frowns "I'm serious Grace"

"Hmm" I sign

He walks towards a chair and sits himself comfortably without even taking permission.

I scrowl at him.

"I don't know" I start, he said sorry thrice "God I hate making at the moment decisions, hope I'm not going to regret this" I speak mainly to myself.

Jake starts' pouting weirdly, which makes me laugh at him.

"What in the heavens do you think you are doing?" I say in-between laughter.

"Pouting" he answers straight face, not kidding me.

"Oh my, have you done that publicly before?" I ask bewildered.

"Uhm" he scratches his head "Maybe"

This increases my laughter.

"Your manager must really not like you. He allowed you to do that on TV?"

I continue laughing.

"I never mentioned pouting on TV, what am I twelve?" he says frustrated.

"Grace, you are digressing, after all my speech" he huffs "Would you help me or not?"

"On one condition" I say finally making the decision to help out "You would owe me a favour, I will not ask for it now, but later" as nothing came to mind.

"No problem, he says so quickly, genuinely smiling.

"So girlfriend hmm, how does it sound in your ears" he smirks deviously.