Chapter 7

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“Why do people do this to themselves?” I screeched as we watched rodeo.

“Aw are you too soft for this?”

“No, I can handle this. I’m just worried for them that’s all,” I joked.

Just at that moment one of the guys riding the bull was thrown off and fell head first to the ground and I couldn’t help but screech in trauma. I covered my eyes and tried to erase the memory from my head. The crowd was going crazy.I mean I could see the fun of watching this but not the fun in seeing people get hurt like that. The stadium errupted once again and  I couldn’t hear Luke’s voice anymore, but before I could even react I felt his arms around me.

“Hey, it’s over now.” he murmured, his voice soothing me.

He was holding me so close, he was warm and it made me cosy. I didn’t want him to stop holding me, but I knew it wasn’t right. I slowly arched my head and looked down at the field.

“Oh,” I said, getting out of his embrace, and pretending like his touch didn’t have any sort of effect on me.

“Wanna grab something to eat?”

“Sure,” I muttered, and we walked out of the stadium to a nearby Polynesian restaurant.

“So, how does it feel being known as Justin Bieber’s girlfriend?”

“It’s crazy, especially because no one knew who I was before. I was just a belieber, just a girl living in L.A.”

“And now, so many girls want to be you,” he replied, cooly.

I just chuckled and then there was a short silence. I hated that awkward feeling between us.

“So who is Luke Broadlick?”

“Umm, I don’t even know. I’m just a kid who liked to do twists and flips in the air then somehow became a dancer.”

“And you danced for Britney as well?”

“Yeah, on two world tours. It was fun working with Britney. She’s hot,” he laughed.

I just giggled at his comment, “So you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“Naahh, haven’t found the right girl yet.”

“Really? How come? So many girls are in love with you.” I said, smiling.

“That doesn’t make it any easier, you know.”

“Oh really?  Elaborate.”

“Well, when so many girls like you, it’s hard to know which one really likes you for who you are, and which one just likes the exterior. And I don’t really feel like dating all of them to find out.”

“I guess that makes a lot of sense. I bet you’ll find that girl, who accepts you for who you are.”

There was that awkward silence again and we locked eyes. I wanted to ask him so many other questions. Is he scared of being hurt? Does he believe in forever? I just wanted to know more about his opinion on love and stuff like that for some weird reason but I didn’t want to seem too curious. I just wanted to know more and more about him. He seemed distant on this subject like there was something he didn’t want to bring up, like he had been hurt in the past.

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“Remember that time Johnny fell on stage?” I laughed.

“Oh My God yes, I was dancing then I just saw him trip and I wanted to burst but I had to keep dancing. Still laughed at him backstage though.”

We were laughing so hard just talking about the tour and how it had been so far. It’s like we could talk about anything and turn it into a funny subject. He was hilarious, I just couldn’t stop laughing. It was funny how he could be such a clown and then a few minutes later engage me in a very mature conversation. His wisdom was unbelievable, at only 21 years he had the wisdom of a 50 year old.

“No I haven’t seen Drake live yet,” I said, as we continued talking.

“Oh damn, I need to take you for that. I promise, I’m taking you for OVO fest. You’re gonna have a ball.”

“Really? This is going to be great Luke!” I smiled at him.

 “Excuse me. Some wine for you sir?” the waiter interrupted, holding a bottle of red wine.

“Nah..” Luke answered.

“And what about your wife here?”

My head immediately shot up and Luke’s eyes met mine. I suddenly became nervous, and a bit uneasy and my cheeks heated up.

“Oh ..no.. she’s not my wife.. not even my girlfriend..” Luke joked, awkwardly trying to ease the tension.

“Oh, my apologies sir. It’s just you two look like quite the couple. Excuse me, I’ll be on my way.”

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