𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲

Twenty Four | Cigarette

TOM

"CAN I PLEASE get the kingfish ceviche and another Pinot Noir thanks?" Florence said to the pristinely dressed waiter who was taking everyone's orders.

"Of course, and for you miss?" He said turning towards Y/N. She started scanning through the menu and began speaking before Stormzy interrupted from across the table.

"You're letting the lady order for herself? Be a gentleman Tommy," he taunted at me.

"We don't live in the -800's dude, she can order for herself well enough," I scoffed, laughing softly before Timmy looked at me with a smile. That was when I realised that he had ordered on Zendaya's behalf as well. Fuck.

"Yeah of course, uh I'll get the Lobster Tagliolini and the lady will get then um," I began, feeling awfully uncomfortable. Why were we suddenly acting like medieval men where women had no rights? Luckily for me, Y/N was tapping her fingernail ever so slightly at the menu item she wanted.

"Sorry, I completely blanked out. She will have Snapper with the caviar medley," I smiled, closing the menu and holding it out towards the waiter.

"Drinks sir?" He smiled.

"Two of the espresso martini's but substitute the standard vodka for Belvedere thank you," Y/N interrupted, reaching her hand across to rest lightly on my thigh and saving me from yet another uncomfortable situation where I had no clue what my 'girlfriend' was drinking.

I smiled at her reciprocated the whole hand on thigh thing, looking back towards Stormzy who was chuckling at me.

"You know both of you are super awkward for a couple. Are you nervous or some ting big man?" He joked.

"Just super drunk to be honest with you mate," I laughed.

"I didn't realise you grew up and started drinking espresso martinis like an adult Tom," Zendaya joked, inferring towards the fact I hated them. I'd sometimes drink coffee if I had to on set, but when it was mixed with alcohol I thought the drink was absolutely foul. And now I had to drink one on my own accord.

The waiter brought all of our drinks out to us and once again Timmy raised a cheers to some fucking bullshit reason. Florence whispered something to Y/N which they both giggled about and I took a deep breath before gulping the foamy drink in my hand.

Fucking disgusting.

"I think this calls for a quick smoke break," I chuckled, excusing myself from the table before Timothee grabbed my arm and asked if he could join me. I obliged and said 'yeah of course' considering I didn't own this fucking rooftop and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted - I just need some air.

Which is ironic because smoking is kind of the opposite of fresh air.

I had planned on puffing my vape for a few minutes on the other side of the roof but Timothee offered me a cigarette from his box and held his lighter out for me.

"I've told both of you not to smoke on so many occasions now... Why do you guys insist on doing it?" Zendaya said walking towards us, holding the side of her dress up so it didn't touch the ground.

She looked stunning as always, effortlessly beautiful as if had just descended from the heavens or something. Fuck, I think I am drunk.

"It's a European thing," Timothee joked.

"You grew up in New York that's a bullshit excuse," she laughed, jokingly pushing his hand away from his mouth as he fought her to take a drag of the lit cigarette.

"Wait wait, sorry I've gotta' take this," Timothee said looking at his ringing phone and walking to the other side of the rooftop. This place is weirdly big for just our table.

"Still smoking then hm?" Zendaya huffed with a smile.

"Still patronising me for it then hm?" I retorted.

"Hey, I'm looking out for your health," she said crossing her arms and leaving against the retaining wall on the edge of the roof.

"You're a vegetarian who doesn't drink... That just sounds boring to me," I laughed.

"Hey fuck you dude!" She laughed back.

As I leant on the same retaining wall facing towards the city, she leant on it facing our table. The lights hit her body nicely, illuminating her best assets and accentuating her features. I tried to keep looking forward and not use my peripheral vision to gawk at her.

"How come you didn't tell me about Y/N? You guys dating during Miles Morales and didn't even tell me?" She whined.

"Oh uh, I just didn't want you to um, feel awkward or anything..." I lied, turning to her and flicking the end of my cigarette over the edge to discard extra ash.

"I know it's fake though," she said holding back a smile, turning around to face the same direction I was.

"W-what?" I managed to splutter out.

"Anya and I share the same stylist Tom... Law texted me that it's for some sort of immigration thing? I dunno that's just what she told him," Z shrugged.

"Anya is just lying because she tried to kiss me on set and I rejected her. She's just- She's just jealous I think," I lied. Well, half lied. The fact Anya told Law Roach was obviously out of spite for me.

"You know I can tell when you lie Tom. Are you forgetting we dated for as long as we did?" She chuckled.

"I'm not lying Z, I genuinely am dating Y/N and have been for like five months now," I shrugged.

"Okay okay, whatever you say! I don't want to get you all riled up... I just find it weird that you were always so touchy with me like posting photos of me and showing PDA and then with her, it's like nothing," she shrugged.

"Like I said before, I just didn't want you to feel uncomfortable being my ex and all..." I lied again.

"Don't worry about me Tom. We've both obviously moved on with our lives and we're both happy. Do whatever you want," she smiled before Timothee came back, leant in to kiss her on the mouth but was met with her cheek instead.

The same way she turned her head whenever I tried kissing her after a cigarette. She refused to kiss me on the lips when I tasted like tobacco. The same with sex, she'd never sleep with me if I was drunk, because she always stayed sober.

I ashed out my cigarette shortly after Timothee and Z made their way back to their table, her leg crossed over the other towards him as they both looked sickly in love. Gross.

So fuck, Anya told Law that my relationship was fake and he instantly messaged Zendaya about it; great. She only fucking found out yesterday on set and now she's telling everyone.

And Law is the biggest gossip I know.

I sat back down in my seat, put my arm around the back of Y/N's seat and took a sip of my drink. The drink in which I hated but had to pretend to like because my 'girlfriend' had ordered it for me.

"You staying at mine tonight or am I staying at yours?" I asked Y/N, smiling knowing full well the table could hear me easily.

"Up to you, I don't mind," she smiled back.

"Let's stay at yours, I don't want the boys hearing us in my room all night," I smirked, leaning in to kiss her, my hand cupping the side of her face as she kissed me back.

Fuck you Anya.
Fuck you Law.
Fuck you Zendaya.
Is this real enough for you?