I was waiting outside for the bus to take me home as soon as possible. I couldn't wait to get away from NME that day, even though I have dreamt about working for NME my whole life.
My hands are shaking as I dial Jake's number in my phone, I can't wait much longer, he has to pick me up.
"Jake, I need you to come quick," I cry down the phone, " I'm outside the bus station."
"Tommy? Whats wrong?"
"just come! Quick!" i shout, he hangs up and i asume hes on his way.
I wait for ten minutes before I catch Jake speeding down the road. He stops right by me and I jump in.
"Bloody hell Jake! How fast were you going then?" I ask him, laughing.
"well you said i needed to come quick." He tells me as I strap myself in. I look over and fall into his arms.
"Tommy, what is the matter, what happened in there?" he asks me, rubbing his hands on my arms. I brake away and say two words. "They know." i cry looking at Jake. His eyes are full of dispare but then... They turn to anger.
"I'm going to fucking murder who ever is doing this." he unlocks his seat belt and opens the car door.
"Jake no, please, we can sort this out some other way!" I beg and pleade for him to stop because i know it will only make things worse.
I jump out the car afraid of what might happen. He paces off and all i can do is run after him. I sprint for him and grab his jacket. "Jake stop!"
"Why? Im trying to fucking sort out this mess you got yourself into Tom, and your asking me to stop!" he shouts.
"look i know your trying to help, you are helping but we need to sort it out calmly, we dont want people finding out more about this situation. We dont want people finding out more about us."
"why?"
"Jake, please just get in the car."
"no, i want to know why you dont want people to find out about us!" Jake starts really shouting now.
"well because you dont like the media!" I shout back at him.
But then he answers with something that makes me feel truly heart broken...
"Is it because your ashamed... Ashamed that I'm your boyfriend..."
