Songs of a Bad Guy

14| Damn you!

"Aries, I'll be okay... I'll do my best to do whatever Justin needs. He seems pissed though." After speaking, I gasp for air— calming my anxious body.

Why does Justin assume I sent the picture? He's so oblivious, and I wouldn't do that to anyone. Plus, I don't exactly like my face on TMZ... I hate attention being drawn to me in the first place, so this is definitely not something I asked for. 

The remainder of the day was a maddening blur. Every time I offered Justin something— he would either throw me a dirty look, or worse...ignore me. It's not particularly unusual for him to ignore me. By now I should be used to it. It's just— today's ignorance felt different... Cold...bitter. Each time he stared— eyes squinted... I felt sick to my stomach.

 Why did I even play that stupid game? Seriously, I thought seven minutes in heaven was a game was for horny middle schoolers? Like spin the bottle and truth or dare?  Plus, I can tell he regrets saving me, he wouldn't ignore me otherwise. Guh... He shouldn't have saved me in the first place. 

If I had confidence like Anna, I'd yell at him until be believed me. I'd even hold him down until he trusted it wasn't me who sent the stupid picture. Although in this world, I can't, I'm way too shy and self-conscious. And it doesn't matter either way because whatever I say to him won't matter. He'sway too ignorant to care what I have to say. 

I hate this. I hate being around him like this. I don't even understand why I want him to believe me. Why should it even matter? I think it bothers me because he believes I'm someone I'm not.

 I would never, ever, send a picture like that to TMZ. Even if I hated him.

How do I even manage to draw so much attention to my self? I hate it because I can tell Aries feels sorry for me. Every time he was near me he'd ask me different questions concerning my feelings: 'Emmie is everything okay?' 'Emmie, if Justin doesn't talk just pretend you don't notice him.' 

I'm beginning to feel like I should quit my internship because I can't even do my job around Justin.  

When the day was finally over, I decide to talk to Aries. I want to know what he thinks I should do. I have a feeling he'll feel the same way I do... 

As I approach him, I immediately become nervous... I hope he doesn't ask me how I feel. "Hey, Aries... Before I leave, can I talk to you about something?" 

His face turns toward mine and instantly gleams. "Emmie! Yeah of course, but before you do, follow me! I want you to check out the new beat I just mixed, you always have the best opinions." He says, walking toward his office, and I follow him.

As we step into his office, sage fills my nostrils—it smells just like him. A very sophisticated smell.

  I stand beside him as he places himself a leather chair.

Suddenly, his eyes narrow and his lips purse into a fine line "Oh! Excuse my manners, you should sit." After speaking, he instantly hops on to his feet. He pats the leather chair, gesturing for me to sit in it.

"Aries, I'm fine... Don't worry, you can sit." I smile at him and his apologetic expression turns into a wry smile.

"Fine then." He lifts his foot off the ground, pushing the chair to the other side of the room with a swift kick. "We'll both stand." Plastered on his chiseled face is a smile, which causes a small giggle to escape my throat.

While we both giggled, he lifts his arm and places it around my shoulder. 

"Is this okay?" He says warily, and for some reason it was okay.