Behind the Screens (c.hood)

two

Calum

After the meeting with Modest, I decided that I had to inform Rosaline on everything. I was tempted to just let all this go and ignore it, not tell her and just go fuck some other girl; but my career comes before everything else.

I sigh and click on her name, the phone rings three times before she picks up.

"Hey, baby," She answers and I almost scoff.

"Hey, we need to talk. Meet me at Taco Bell right now," I say and hang up.

I'm not worried that she won't show up. She's like a puppet and will do whatever I ask or say.

I wait in Taco Bell for almost ten minutes before Rosaline decides to show up. She wears a small black dress and some hooker heels. I asked her to meet me in a local, family-friendly Taco Bell; not a night club. My nose crinkled in disgust.

"What'd you want to talk about, baby?" She asks, winking.

"Don't call me baby," I snap and roll my eyes, "Anyways, you and I need to date."

"I knew you wanted me back," she smirks and I almost chuckle.

She thinks this is real?

"No, we aren't dating for real. My management is forcing me date you for my image," I mutter. "So don't think for a second I won't screw other girls while I'm with you." I shot at her, making her roll her eyes.

"So let me get this straight," She says, twirling her blonde hair. "This is just a scam, somethin' to maintain your image and reputation?''

''Mhmn.''

''So your career depends on me right now?" She smirks and I swear my eye twitches in disgust.

"No."

"Really? 'Cause I think it does."

I grit my teeth, "Look, I don't want to fucking be with you. Obviously, you want to be with me. We aren't going to make things work. The only thing that's going to work are our acting skills."

She glares before responding, "Calum. You can't just sit here and tell me all the time we spent together meant nothing."

"It meant less than nothing to me, Rosaline." I snap.

What? The truth hurts, it's better to hurt someone with the truth than comfort them with a lie. I know I'm being a dick, I have every right to be; honestly. But something about her makes my eye twitch, my nose scrunch in disgust. Long story short, it is the polor opposite of how I should feel I'm really going to date a girl.

"Whatever, babe, I gotta go. Be at my house by seven, why don't you? I'll text you the details," she winks, battering her eyelashes.

"I'm not going to your house." I scoff. Is she crazy?

"Not my house, my parents house. To make it more realistic, if you will." She adds.

"Whatever. Bye," I say and stand up, walking away from Taco Bell.

Rosaline walks besides me, plastering a fake smile onto her face. Grimace was written all over her face, and as soon as I walked out, flashing lights blinded my vision. Voices of all sorts were to be heard, questions were being thrown at me from left and right. Paparazzi's.

"Shit.." I grumble, grabbing Rosaline's hand, holding it. She looked up in me in surprise, a smug look on her face as her eyebrow was raised. I whispered to her it was for the pictures, and she silently nodded before she lowered her head; following my league.