Sorry, I Don't Date Singers.

Heartbreak Warfare

I gritted my jaw, my facial expression falling into a scowl as I watched the scene in front of me. The crowd on the dance floor had parted slightly so I could watch everything perfectly, like the world wanted me to get my heart broken. It was her, looking as beautiful as ever. Laughing, smiling, being playful, everything I ever wanted her to be, but doing it with someone else. There was a guy, from his backside I could see he was a couple inches taller than me, he was well built, well dressed. Something about him looked familiar but I couldn't place it. He had her by her wasit, she was standing on his feet they clumsily fumbled on him. Despite all that he gracefully glided her along the dance floor.

"She hates dancing." I mumbled more to myself than anyone.

I shook my head in disbelief, "Why wouldn't she tell me? How could I not even notice. Fuck, I'm such an idiot!"

I groaned and ran my hand through my hair, trying to make sense of the messed up situation we were in. I stared at them for another moment before the song came to an end, as he was leading her off the dancefloor, her eyes met mine. She stared at me for a brief moment before the guy next to her caught her eye and looked in my direction. It was the guy that saved Kap at the beach a while ago, I knew I had seen him before. He glared at me, making his way over to me despite Mimi pulling on his arm.

"Adam, right? I think you may need to lay off a little bit on Mimi, don't you think?" He stood a few feet in front of me, a light glare on his face.

"Justin." Mimi growled at him, she had her arm hooked through his.

He looked at her, "I've been lenient enough, hell you live with the guy! Now he's confessing his love for you on live tv? That's not sitting well with me, love."

I didn't blame him, if it had been the other way around I'd be pissed too. God how I wish it was the other way around, with her small hands hooked on my arm; comforting me with small strokes to my back. He turned his head to her and his eyes soften slightly, I hated it. I hated how she looked back at him, like he was the most important thing in the world to her and I wasn't even here. I despised it; I wanted it.

"How the hell could you never even tell me you had a boyfriend?" I looked to her.

"Because it wasn't any of your buisiness, Adam. I made it clear I didn't want to be anymore than your friend, hell that wasn't even something I thought we'd be. But you grew on me, you knew from the begining that this is what we were. I never led you on, or gave you false hope. I didn't know you felt that way, and it wasn't fair to you for me to be around that much. And I'm sorry, you must have felt suffocated with me." She was quiet near the end, I could she the ralization hit on her face.

I guess she never really did know, she was right though. She never teased me, led me on, played games, she didn't lie, or set out a hope for us. She was straight forward, and I still fell for her. But she was wrong about one thing, I felt like I could truly breathe when she was around. She was like the streets after a storm, where you felt you could really smell everything around you. Like you had no idea how blind you were before.

"I think it's time she moved out of your place." Justin said, looking from her to me and back to her. "If you don't want to move in with me, that's fine. I just don't know if it's right after tonight you stay with him, I don't want you getting hurt."

"I wouldn't hurt her." I was pissed he would accuse me of that!

I hadn't noticed I stepped up to him until he turned to face me, closing the distance between us.

"I don't want to start something here, Adam. Not with her here."

Our little glaring match was cut short when Blake pulled me back by my shoulder a few steps.

"Quit it Adam. Remember where you are." He whispered to me, motioning around us at the crowd that had gathered.

It wasn't like a circle was around us or anything, more like a handful of people were watching us from the corner of their eyes. Photographers just waiting for something to snap and be their one way ticket to a front page cover. I shrugged Blake off, looking back to Mimi.

"You could do so much better." I almost glared at her.

She matched my glare with one of her own, "You don't even know his last name, Adam. And who are you to decide what's right for me? You're not my father."

I knew she was right, but I couldn't let go of the fact I thought I would be so much better for her than he was. Than anyone was. I would do anything for her.

"I would have given you anything, done anything, been anything for you!" I clenched my fists and stared at the ground, not being able to look at her right now, I didn't trust myself to not beg for her affection.

"I don't need you to! You're don't owe me anything, Adam. I didn't want any of this to happen like this." When I looked back to her, her glare had softened lightly.

Mine did too, until he slid his arm around her waist and kissed her hair. "We should go."

She looked from me to him, then nodded and looked back to me.

"I'll be by tomorrow morning to get my things. I'll leave your key on the counter in my bathroom. I'm sorry it- I'm sorry Adam." She sighed, her hazel eyes meeting mine.

She turned and left, her graceful steps made their way out the door. She hesitated before openening the door outside, but she didn't turn back and run to me like I so desperatley wanted. She walked right out the door, taking my heart with her. Just not me.

Sorry it's short! I have plans for loger chapters, just struggled with this one. Please comment and'or vote! :)