Keep it Classy

Chapter 12

* Chapter 12: Yellow Submarine *

"Hi Paul!" Jane shouted as she hugged him defensively and kissed his cheek. I froze, Paul froze. "H-hi." Paul spoke. "Can we talk privately I don't want this to end up in the press.." She sneered as she looked at me. Paul looked at me then back at Jane, "Uh, sure."

She flashed a wicked grin and called the attention of the bar tender.

Then they went to a private room. I however, was not there. I went and sat at the bar. "One more, please?" I asked pointing to my drink. A bar tender nodded and served me another drink.

Jane Asher and Paul McCartney were in a room, alone. I knew Paul's reputation. Sadie knew, everyone knew!

But the difference was that I trusted him, I just didn't trust her. But I shrugged my thoughts off. I didn't need the negative energy surrounding and engulfing me. I didn't need to be defensive. People started realizing I was with Paul. They saw the way he looked at me. It's getting on the tabloids for crying out loud! Not that it could make a difference.

Jane had so much and I had so little to offer. She had money, fans, everything. While I only had the ability to translate, but even then, I had nothing special for Paul.

"Stop that, Elizabeth! He's with you. Not her, or anyone else." I argued with myself. I drank again, and again, and again. The drinks buzzing me, not intoxicating me.

I was fully functional, just lagged.

Paul wanted me to be a bit less classy, right? I guess he'll get a kick out of this..

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I checked a clock that hung against the wall, bordered around other photos of celebrities. I sighed, two hours. He had been gone for two hours. I decided to walk to the room. There were plenty of other rooms there to. For obvious reasons. Privacy. This is an A lister club, the rooms were intended for the pleasure and desires to be fulfilled with out the press finding out. The only question that I had was what was James doing?

I finally found their room. Sounds muffled from the doors and music. I was nervous but I didn't assume anything.

I looked at the door, my nerves overcoming me. I didn't know if should've knocked or opened it. Was I actually ready for this?

Right now I felt like going anywhere, beneath the waves of the ocean, and disappearing into another land, another sea of unimaginable proportions, a sea of green, where the sky is blue and everyone has all they could ever need.

I really wanted to make sure everything was okay. Suddenly I heard Paul's voice, more like a groan or some sound of frustration. He only said one word, and it sounded like.. an argument maybe? He said it again, "Jane."

I knew that I shouldn't have done this. When people are talking in private, they stay in private and no one should intrude but hell, I needed to know, I slammed that door open to see what I never should've seen..