How incompetent are the first four?
Whatever. It doesn’t bother me.
“Are you enjoying the tour, Texas?” she asks.
Perfect. She knows who I am.
“Yep. Congrats on the movie, by the way.”
It’s recently been announced that she’s a lead in something I no longer want to see.
“Thank you,” she replies.
Ugh, she’s even sincere. Why can’t she be bitchy, so I can hate her?
Oh God, I’m the bitchy one.
Fuck you, Kitt Daniels.
She’s not doing anything wrong. She doesn’t know what’s been happening between me and Kitt.
I put on a smile and engage in conversation. “So, are you coming to one of the shows?”
“I think I might have to now!”
Slut.
“Yeah, that’d be great. I’m sure the guys will love to see you there.”
Kitt will. Obviously. Because he’s incapable of keeping it in his pants, and he sleeps with everyone who isn’t me.
She flicks her shiny rusty-red hair over her shoulder. “I hope so. There any gossip you can tell me about him?”
Herpes. That’s all you’ve got to say to make this problem go away.
“Well…” I pause, weighing up my options. “Um…”
She purses her lips as she waits. Lips that will be on Kitt later.
“He has herpes.”
All right, I never claimed the high road was for me.
Her mouth pops open, making a gross smacking sound.
Oh, shit, I can’t actually do this. Kitt does not need that rumour floating around.
I make myself laugh. “I’m kidding!”
“Oh God! I thought you were serious. I should’ve known. You’ve got quite the rep for being funny and playing jokes.”
Hurry up, guys, I want to leave.
Standing up, I give her a fleeting smile. “I need the bathroom. Please excuse me.”
“Of course.” She turns to talk to one of her security guys, who looks like Johnny Bravo with his massive blond quiff.
As soon as I’m in the corridor, Ted is right beside me, watching me as I walk. I really hope he bumps into something.
“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m going to fire you.”
“You can’t fire me. You didn’t hire me.”
I grit my teeth. “I fixed it, Teddy. You saw that, too, right?”
“Oh, I saw it all.”
“I hate you.”
“I’ll be right outside.”
Gripping the door, I turn to him. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m never coming out again.”
I hear him laugh as I go inside the bathroom. Wanker. This isn’t funny.
Nothing about me and Kitt seems very funny anymore. I miss that.
After the interview, which I hid in the bathroom for most of, we head back to the hotel to prepare for the show tonight, which will involve beer and food. For me, it’s going to be drinking my body weight in alcohol, so I won’t think about Kitt or what he and Miss Movie Star Slut Y will be up to later.
If there weren’t something wrong with me, some part that must like getting hurt, I’d leave and go home. It would be much easier. But I need to be around him.
My God, you are so screwed up.
Even though I know he’s going to be shagging someone else tonight, I still won’t bloody leave. That’s not right. Maybe I should put an SOS call in to Peyton. She’ll have me on the next flight out of Paris.
We go our separate ways when we’re back at the hotel, and I dial Pey’s number as soon as Ted wiggles the door handle on the other side to make sure it’s definitely locked.
I have three male rock stars and a bulky bodyguard who’ve had a hand in bringing me up. I shouldn’t be this bad with Kitt.
How were you raised by four men and still suck with guys?
You’re a special kind of fail.
“What have you done now?” Peyton says down the phone.
“Piss off, bitch. I’ve not even said anything yet!”
She laughs. “You don’t need to. You’re in close contact with Kitt every day, so something is bound to have gone wrong.”
“And you immediately think it’s because of me?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Why?”
“Because you lurve him and because he…” She stalls, not wanting to hurt my feelings.
Honestly, it’s nothing worse than I’ve had direct from the source a hundred times over.
“Because he doesn’t like me in that way,” I say.
“Oh my God, Tex, do you want me to go?”
“No. I want you to come here.”
“I wish I could. Portugal, I promise.”
“Can’t wait.”
“Are you going to the show tonight?”
I groan. “Yep.”
“Are you going to tell me what’s happened with him?”
Cage, dry-humping. I don’t think so.
“We kissed, and it’s a big mistake that should’ve never happened.” Apparently.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Just be prepared to get me shitfaced when you’re here.”
“Like that wasn’t going to happen anyway.”
I love her.
“Anyway, do you need more moral support? Only, I’m on set, and I’m fucking tired. If we don’t wrap this up, I’m going to kill someone.”
“Wow. Go act your little heart out, and I’ll speak to you soon.”
“Be careful, Tex,” she says before the line goes dead.
Her warning is a little late.