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I personally felt like I was going through the 5th stage of grieving. I had already had plenty of denial, anger, depression, and bargaining with myself. Now, I was just going to have to accept it.
I missed literally every detail about Tom. The way he looked at me when we woke up next to each other, the way his thumb stroked mine when we held hands, and don't even get me started on his hugs.
But it was clear, loud and clear, that he was being a dumb stupid bitch who needs to get over his shit and face reality that precious little fucking bella wouldn't cheat on his beautiful ass.
(a/n that's what i originally wrote lmao didn't feel like deleting because hey it's accurate)
Filming was hella awkward, but after a sudden personal decision to accept what he had done and be mature, I decided I might as well try to be friends with him.
It had been another week since the trailer incident, and nothing had gotten better.
"Hey Tom," I said as I passed him while walking off set. We hadn't talked much, so he looked surprised.
"Hi?" He said as if it was a question. I don't know why, but it made me furious.
"Still think I'm a cheater, yeah?" I said pissed before walking off. I know our relationship was healthy, but why does he have to be so damn gullible?!
"Hey, hold on," He grabbed my arm, the black glove of the stealth suit was warm.
"What? I'm done crying over you. Hours, nights, sleepless nights, spent crying over you. And for what? For you to question me trying to at least be friends with you? God, you are such a...a..I don't even know!" I snapped.
"Bella..." He trailed off.
"I'm also guessing you're assuming every time I left set suddenly it was to go see my little boyfriend, wasn't it? Oh wait, he's my cousin, Jake. Yeah, I left set because seeing you being so jovial and happy without me just felt like a big kick in the nuts. But why the hell would you ever care? I'm a cheater anyway!" My anger took over me and I felt guilty but it needed to be released sometime or another.
"You think I'm happy without you? Everything is fake! My smiles, my laughing, my jokes! I act more off screen than I do on it! I'm gullible, yes, but from my point of view I feel like you're perfectly fine without me. Don't you know how much I care about you?! Part of me ended our relationship just in case you were happier with him! I don't know what to do, I just," He paused. Both of our eyes were filled with tears as Zendaya walked in, took in the situation, and walked back out.
"Tom, I'm gonna say this once, and I'm not gonna say it again. The boy was my cousin, Jake. I grew up with him. He is very offended by the situation. If you don't believe me, then I guess you really aren't as great of a guy as I thought. But I assure you," I breathed in to avoid tearing up, "losing me will be the dumbest mistake you've ever made."
After a brief pause, I turned on my heel and walked off. I got to my trailer and called my dad, telling him the current situation as if he hadn't already heard it 500 times.
Once I had done so, I got out of my trailer and went to Zendaya's. I paused when I was stopped by the director himself, Jon Watts.
"Hey, Bella, don't know if I told you but tomorrow night we're having this big party. Fancy, so wear a nice dress or suit or something. Basically to catch up with everyone involved with the film and to meet those invited. I'll email the details, but I just heard the stunt double fainted, so I gotta blast," He patted my back and jogged off.
Perfect.
The next day we had very short filming time because we couldn't seem to get a certain scene right. But when we got off, I rushed to my condo and called Zendaya.
"Ok, I have a plan," I said while walking around my condo.
"Yeah? Spill," She said sweetly.
"Since Tom still hasn't said anything to my response, I've made the executive dumbass decision to make tonight his biggest pet peeve. Ya know, wearing a sexy dress and letting him know what he's missing. It's stupid, but I'm in a stupid, horny mood," I said and she laughed.
"Have I ever told you I love you?" She joked.
"Only every day," I responded and we both smiled.
"Alright, well, I'm very intrigued to see this outfit of yours. See ya," She smiled.
I texted her picture of my dress once I hung up.
So I showered, did a nice skin routine, played music, and made myself feel better with a little bit of self-love.
I put on the dress and did a natural look with combed up eyebrows and a slight smokey eye, then curled my hair to make it look sexy, but kind of messy. Lastly, I put on my heels and grabbed my matching wristlet I had bought a few days back shopping with Daya.
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I had to admit, I wasn't used to showing this much skin, but it made me have a whole new level of confidence. I have seen other people wear dresses like this, but never in a million years would I imagine myself wearing one. Yet here I was, walking into a giant ball room.
It was magnificent, really. The granite floor and giant marble pillars lining the walls. The only issue was in order to get to the main crowd, I was going to have to go through a giant crowd. And go down a giant staircase that all eyes have access to.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
IMPORTANT QUESTION: do you think bella is being over dramatic? if so, i might change up what i've written a lil bit because i can't tell if im making her come across too strong. all opinions (hopefully put nicely) are appreciated :)
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