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There’s an intense heat burning through my body, blushing painfully in my cheeks. I really don’t want to discuss my love life with my ex-boyfriend but it seems that I don’t have any choice right now. That is what brought us to this moment, isn’t it? If it wasn’t for that news story, then we wouldn’t be here now sitting across one another in jail, discussing this like… well, like it might be normal, maybe. Not that it’s normal at all.
“He… well, it was just a kiss.” Kind of. I don’t need to tell him everything. “But he’s nice. Not that it matters because the press is obsessed with his life which is how all of this came out again.”
“So, he isn’t goods to you?” Dante stares at me curiously, like he’s in any position to judge whether or not another person treats me right. No one could have treated me worse than he did. “He is a play boy actor, I suppose. A guy like that probably has a different woman on his arm every night of the week.”
I lean back and stare at him, wondering if this is jealousy emanating from him. That’s a pointless emotion since he’s in here forever and I wouldn’t ever take him back anyway, but this is a roller coaster isn’t it? And I know better than anyone that feelings don’t come with rationality. They make no sense at all.
“Lance isn’t like that,” I insist. “He’s a good person. If I were to be with him, then he would definitely treat me right. But he’s in the public eye, which means I can’t even consider him as a possibility…”
“Why, do you have any more skeletons?” Dante half laughs as if this is funny. “Any other secrets that they might pull out of your back story? Because if not, I would say that the worst has happened…”
As soon as those words are out of his mouth, Dante tries to retract them, I guess because of the jealousy. But I tune him out, I can’t listen to him anymore. I can’t hear a word that he’s saying because I’m thinking about that exact concept. The idea that I don’t have anything else to hide, there isn’t anything else that the press or the Internet can find out about me. Nothing life destroying anyway. The worst has happened. And as with any media story, it will eventually blow over. Someone else will do something more interesting and the spot light will be on them. So, in a way, I could be with Lance if I wanted to. I could give it a go… maybe…
“Where are you going?” As soon as Dante asks this, I realize that I’m on my feet. “We still have time.”
“I need to see my father,” I shoot back rapidly, since I’m now done with him. There isn’t anything else that Dante can say or do for me now, our chat is over. It’s time for me to let my dad know that I’m back at home. He will be excited to see me. “Goodbye, Dante. Thank you for talking with me. It was… enlightening.”
I’m sure he has more to say, but I’m done. This time I get to walk away from him with my head held high, letting him know that while he defeated me for a while, it will never happen again. Ever. If that isn’t closure, if that isn’t me taking a step in the right direction to moving on, then I don’t know what is.Chapter 15 – LanceI don’t feel right as I walk through Millie’s home town, I have the distinct impression that I don’t fit in here, that I am stepping on territory which I don’t really understand. Perhaps I shouldn’t have let my brothers talk me in to this after all. It could be a real mistake and I might be about to wreck it all here. I should leave…
“Lance Wilson! Oh my God, it’s really you. What are you doing here? Can I have a selfie?”
A group of very excitable teenagers leap and bound over to me before snapping a million pictures. I don’t know how I look in any of them, I definitely don’t have my best face on, but it hardly matters. All these girls want is evidence that they have met me to post online for the world to see. So much for keeping a low profile and hiding myself in a disguise, which Ashley highly recommended I do, but it’s too late now.
Maybe Millie will see it and she’ll know that I’ve come looking for her… not that I can imagine her spending a lot of time in the evil depths of the Internet right now. Or possibly ever again.
“Lance, what’s it like being in a movie?” one of them asks me. “What’s it like being famous?”
