Mind made up, she said, “You’ve got one minute, and then I’m gone.”
Both of their eyes lit up with excitement, like they’d won the lottery. Tweedledum asked the questions while Tweedledee pulled out his phone, she assumed to take video. Damn, she should have worn something cuter than the conservative work shirt and skirt.
“Where did you meet Nathan Harvey?”
“At one of his concerts,” she answered.
Tweedledum’s shoulders sagged, and he gave his accomplice a disappointed look. “Oh, so you’re just a groupie he picked up at a show?”
Tweedledee went to put his phone back into his pocket.
“God no,” she exhaled on a huff of breath. Why did everyone think she was a groupie? Then she noticed the excited expressions were back and the phone pointed back at her face. She bit her tongue. Oh crap, she’d put her foot in it.
“You’re not a groupie? This is a relationship? How long have you been together and hiding it?”
“Oh, look at the time.” She flicked out her wrist even though she wasn’t wearing a watch. “That’s more than a couple of questions, and your minute is up.” She tried pushing past them, but they blocked the access to her car door.
“Come on, Ms. Brennan, give us a little more,” Tweedledum begged.
Jade slapped her hands on her hips. “Can you please get out of my way?”
He ignored her request. “Why do you and Nathan keep such a secret relationship?”
When they still wouldn’t budge, she moved to the passenger side of the car, unlocked the door, and got in before they could stop her. Then she ungracefully climbed over the console and dropped into the driver’s seat. Turning on the ignition, she pulled out of the carpark and flipped the paparazzi the bird.
* * * *
Toby hung up the phone when Jade walked into his office. Every time she came to see him lately, he wore a scowl at whoever he was talking to. Nine out of ten times it had something to do with her. And by the way he frowned and scrutinized her, she knew she was the problem again.
Slumping into a chair, she waited for him to hit her with the latest. He blew out a long breath, yanked the glasses off his face, and threw them on the desk. This didn’t look good.
“I see you’ve been busy again,” he said, placing his elbows on the table.
Somehow, she didn’t think he meant busy teaching students and organizing excursions. “What’s happened now?” But she knew it must be about this morning’s carpark interview.
Instead of explaining, he turned his laptop toward her. She leaned forward to get a better look at the screen and gasped. “Is that my arse?”
That was her car, and her undies with bright pink bite me written across her cheeks. The paparazzi, the big perverts, must have taken a photo as she scrambled into the driver’s seat. She had no clue her skirt had lifted up in the struggle.
Another picture showed her flipping them off as she drove away. There was also a very unflattering photo of Jade buying coffee in her Homer Simpson slippers, mouth wide open as she spoke to the cashier.
The article’s heading wasn’t so great either.
Nathan Harvey’s girlfriend, Jade Brennan, looks badly hungover and in need of sleep as she clings onto coffee beans.
The article was even worse.
The girlfriend of front man Nathan Harvey of Harvey’s Territory looked a little worse for wear when she was spotted buying coffee at her local grocery store in Brimland Point. Wearing a wrinkled shirt, skirt, and cartoon character slippers, she looked far from a glamorous rock star’s girlfriend.
When asked if Ms. Brennan’s relationship with Mr. Harvey was only a fling, she replied, “God no”, confirming that the two are in an exclusive and serious relationship.
After answering questions, she displayed odd behavior, jumping into the passenger side of her car to get to the driver’s seat before driving away. A source close to Ms. Brennan confirmed she’d been out drinking until the early hours of the morning, which explained her disheveled appearance.
Close friends of Mr. Harvey are scratching their heads over this relationship and wondering how long it will take before his hectic touring lifestyle gets in the way.
Could this simple primary school teacher be the one to bag herself a rock star? Only time will tell.
Jade propelled from the chair like she’d been shot out of a cannon. “That’s a lie! My clothes were not wrinkled.”
