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Chapter 32

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( Hey I know your all gonna hate me for this chapter but just bear with me!!!)

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“ YOU LITTLE SLUT!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BOYFRIEND?!” a familiar voice rang out , a voice I had heard countless times.

A voice that was almost as famous as Ari’s.

I felt dread fill me.

Oh my god… it couldn’t be her, right?

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I kept my eyes closed for a second longer after I’d wiped the wine off my eyes, so it was no longer running down my face and dripping off my nose.

I felt slightly nauseous.

My face felt boiling, making the cool wine seem freezing, and the room was oppressively silent. The kind where you can feel everyone is watching you. 

Ari whispered a few very colourful swear words under his breath as I felt him gently move me slightly behind him. Like he was trying to shield me.

“ Don’t call Ella a slut. And you know I am not your boyfriend” he said quietly but his voice sounded so sharp it could cut through skin.

 “ Fuck! You’re a psychopath! God, I told you she was psycho, Fox.” I heard Chases angry voice from somewhere behind me.

From my side I felt a small hand on my shoulder, which must have been Rachel’s and what felt like some sort of towel being placed in my hand “ Here, are you ok?” she whispered.

I couldn’t speak, my mouth felt dry. So instead I silently wiped my face with the towel, managing to get the wine off my face, wiping it across my neck as I felt that Rachel’s small hand had taken the other side of the towel and was drying my arms.

“ Shut up Chase! And I think I’m allowed to call the whore making out with my boyfriend whatever I like!” a shrill voice shouted, and I realised exactly where I knew that voice.

My stomach dropped to my knees and I felt tentacles of fear slither inside me.

Seriously….

“ How dare you call Ella a whore? She’s done nothing wrong- we’ve done nothing wrong! I’m not your boyfriend, we were never really together!” I hear Ari say angrily, sounding exasperated.

I took a deep breath, lifting my face from the towel to see Ari was standing slightly in front of me, the whole room was silent except for the muted sounds of the tv in the background and I vaguely realised that a lot of people had slipped out of the room to give up privacy, but all I could focus on was her, standing in front of me looking like a vengeful angel.

Taylor Cutter was wearing a white bandage body con dress and a light denim jacket, her hair was styled in perfect ringlets and her beautiful face was contorted into a barely controlled rage. Oddly the blood red of her Alice band seemed to stand out vividly to me as I stood there shocked. 

“ Oh we were never really together? Really Ari? Are you so sure you want to throw that lie out there?” she threatened.

“ It’s not a lie Taylor. It wasn’t real.” Ari said, looking like he wanted to shake her.

“ We’ll see how your little slut feels about your cheating ass after she sees this shall we?” she asked slightly tearfully, as she produced a glossy magazine and leant forward, thrusting it into my shocked hands.

I looked down to see it was open on a two spread page with the title ‘ AARON FOX CHEATS ON TALYOR WITH MYSTERY GIRL’ in red tacky font , then below were a selection of pictures with dates beside them.  My eyes couldn’t seem to process the images in front of me as I flicked from image to image, noticing a pictures of Taylor and Ari, and even pictures of us…

Oh my god…no...no...no...

“ What is this?” I whispered, almost to myself as I gripped the magazine.

“ It’s the truth, he’s been cheating one me with you, Ella is it?” she asked, sounding like she really didn’t care want my name was.

I ignored her, looking at Ari who glared at Taylor, “ I’m not a cheater!” he said, looking at me. “It’s not real, none of it’s real. It was all just a sick publicity stunt to promote our film.” He pleaded, as I stood staring at the magazine, hearing a whooshing in my ears.

“ Maybe at first it was but-” Taylor told me, almost gloating.

“It was nothing! I swear it was just a sick and twisted publicity stunt that my agent convinced me into. All Taylor and I had to do was hangout together in public looking happy. Nothing happened”

“ The kiss happened! You told me you loved me!” Taylor shouted.

“ I never told you I loved you. I said you were a lovely person to a room full of media at a press conference. It’s not the same thing, Taylor.” He told her furiously, speaking to her like he was talking to a two year old, before he turned back to me, “ I never loved her, I never told her I did and I certainly wouldn’t lie about that. I would never say that to anyone else... It’s always been you. The whole publicity plan was stupid and I was always uncomfortable about It.” he sighed, running his hands through his hair, looking like he wanted to pull it out, “ It’s what I was telling you about- about my agent. In your garden” He said softly, his eyes shining with sincerity, his face pale and I could swear his hands were shaking slightly as they reached out to me.

I wanted to believe him. For a moment I wanted to take his hand and tell Taylor to go screw Taylor but then the image of them together stopped me.

I stepped backwards silently, nearly stumbling and I felt Rachel hold my arm briefly to steady me. Ari looked like I’d just punched him in the gut with my reaction.

“ But you kissed me! He kissed me! It’s there in the magazine! You can’t talk your way out of that one.” She sneered at Ari , then her gaze met mine, almost sympathetic for a moment.

“ You kissed me. You were drunk shitless outside that bar, Taylor. ”

“ You kissed me back, you jerk!” Taylor yelled, her sandy curls bobby slightly as she jerked her head.

I kept my eyes on the double spread article in the magazine as they argued, looking at the shadowy grainy photo of Taylor and Ari kissing in Australia that was exactly dated a week and a half before he came home, The image of them outside a trailer on a film set talking and he had his hand on the small of her back as they walked along, It was dated at one month ago. The picture of her smiling up at him like the sun shone out of his ass at a press conference two weeks before he came home.

Ari had his hand round her waist and was smiling at the cameras; her dress was a pastel pink shift. I felt queasy just looking at it. Them.

Then my eyes travelled over to the images of Ari and I on the beach with the red letters ‘CHEAT’ above. I felt the images blur on the page as I saw the next dark, slightly blurred but distinguishable image of us walking to the car from our date. I was leaning into Ari, his hand was at my waist interlaced with my hand as my head rested on his shoulder. I could see the stupid smile on my face, even though it was taken at long range. The next photo was of us in the car laughing, and finally us kissing in the semi darkness of the car before he drove out of the lot.

My eyes blurred with unformed tears as I stared at the magazine I was holding.

The media obviously didn’t have my name. They would soon. I knew they would. 

It didn’t really matter though. The damage had been done.

Right now I was just the anonymous tramp that had broken up what was rumoured to be, one of Hollywood and the Music industries hottest couples.

I let out a shaky breath I didn’t know I had been holding.

Two weeks. He was with her less than two weeks before he came home.

I felt bile rise in my throat and I pushed it down.

“ You threw yourself at me Taylor. Jesus. Ella, nothing happened with her. It was all just an act. I swear there was nothing going on when I came back, I wasn’t with Taylor or anyone else.” He said, his eyes seemed to be begging me to believe him.

“ Two weeks ago” I whispered, not trusting myself to raise my voice.  I was not going to cry in front of a room full of people. 

“ What?” Ari asked and I saw Taylor look at me with a slightly sympathetic face.

“ Not even two weeks. You were kissing her less that two weeks before you came home” I whispered.

“ She was drunk. She kissed me. I swear, I would never have kissed her myself. I couldn’t wait to come back home and see you.” he told me.

I snorted. Part of me wanted to believe him. But why didn’t he just tell me?

“ Why the hell couldn’t you just tell me about all of it? Do you now how stupid this makes me feel?” I pointed at the magazine in my hands.

“ Like it was all just an act?” Taylor sneered, her angelic face was almost snarling at me.  “ SHUT IT!” Both Ari and I shouted at her together and she visibly recoiled in silence before we turned back to one another.

I took a deep shaky breath as we stood in silence for a heart beat, before I asked the one question I didn’t want to.

“ If that was an act then how do I know that everything else wasn’t an act?” I asked, my voice coming hoarse.

“ Ella I love you. Nothing between us has ever been an act! How could you think that?”

“ How could I not? If it’s so easy for you to fake emotion- and believe me you look pretty convincing-” I told him, looking down at the pictures of them together and I wanted to throw up, “ Why would you not lie about us?” I asked, feeling tendrils of fear wrap around my lungs as it dawned on me that It could be a lie.

It didn’t feel like a lie… but how did I know?

Then I remembered Ari’s panic that his agents would realise we were together when he saw the magazine with the images of us on the beach the other day.

“ And I guess that’s why you thought it would be so dreadful if your agent found out about us? Why you were so horrified that everyone would know who I was in the beach pictures? Is that why you were so relieved that that they mistook me for Taylor?” I felt a harsh laugh bubble out from within me, “ Wow, you must have really thought you dodged a bullet huh Ari?” I told him, my eyes glancing down at the picture of them standing together smiling at the cameras.

“ I didn’t want the paparazzi hounding you like they do to me! I was relieved you wouldn’t have to deal with them. Protecting you from the crap they would write would be impossible for my PR team and me, and I knew it would have been unfair for you to have to deal with it! You think I don’t know that you didn’t choose and don’t want my life? It’s freaking obvious that you hate the media. I wasn’t ashamed of us.”

“ I don’t know” I told him, my voice cracking slightly.

“ You don’t know what? That I’m you best friend.  That I would never try to intentionally hurt you? That I’m in love with you?” He asked, his voice was soft, and his eyes seemed to shine with sincerity as he stepped forwards. But I still didn’t know… all I could think was that he didn’t tell me.

“ I just don’t know if I trust you, ” I yelled at him and he paused, his eyes closing like he was in pain.

I needed to get out of here. I needed to think somewhere else.

I needed to think…

  “ Do you have a mobile?” I asked, turning to Rachel who was standing beside me looking tearful. She nodded and gave me hers.

“ What are you doing? Are you leaving? Please, I can take you home, we can talk about this...” Ari tried to convince me.

“ Like I’m getting in a car with you? Right now I’d rather stick nails in my eyes” I spat  and ignored him as blinking through my tears,  I punched in the number I knew off by heart.

She answered on the second ring. “ Hey babe, what’s up? I’m at the beach” she chirped.

“ Hey, M, I need you to pick me up from somewhere.”

“Ella, are you ok? Are you crying? Do I need to call your pare”- she started and I cut her off, “ No, I’m not hurt” I lied, I was in absolute agony. I just wasn’t bleeding.  “Can you please just get me, I’m – fuck I don’t know where I am – I’m at Ari’s friends chase’s beach house” I said, praying that she’d read enough of those crappy tabloids to know who and vaguely where I was talking about.

“ Wait? Chase..ok. right- I think I know where that is. I’m in my car less than ten minutes away ok? , I’m going to turn around and pick you up outside in the main road. It’s the big, white modern house on the beach with the stupid tropical plants out front, right?”

“ Yes. The one with the stupid plants” I croaked. It felt really good to hear someone who didn’t feel like a total stranger to me right now.

“ I’ll be there in five” I heard Marissa tell me, and I could hear her moving as she talked over the phone “ Do you want to stay on the line as I drive?” she asked and I could practically hear her concentrating as she drove.

“ No, just wait for me outside”

“ Ok, I’ll be there before you know it” she said comfortingly before I cut the line and handed the mobile back to Rachel.

“ Someone make sure the front gate is open so I can get the hell out of here” I said loudly as I turned to leave, walking towards the door as I willed my tears not to fall.

I just needed to breath. Marissa would be here soon. I could cry when I saw Marissa.

Then I felt a hand softly gripping my wrist, and I spun round to see Ari’s face, his blue eyes looking close to tears and his face pale.

“ Fuck off! Don’t touch me Ari! Just stay away the hell away from me” I yelled and pushed him back wards, shaking his hand off me.

“Please, can I just explain”- he started but he trailed off when he saw my face, “ I Thought my agent had called off the PR stunt and it was over. It was what I was speaking to my agent about the other night – making sure he’d called the whole thing off! I wanted to end it! I thought Taylor knew that. The last thing I wanted was for you to get hurt by this.”

I shook my head, “Oh yeah? Well I just realised, something.  Maybe if you can try and explain this to me with a fucking honest face- If you are so in love me than why the hell would you ever agree to anything like that? Ever?” I yelled, feeling my eyes blur as hot tears ran down my face.

“ I know, I;m sorry. I’m”- Ari started

I wanted to shout at him but all my voice came out as a strangled, rough whisper “ I can’t believe I trusted you. This – whatever we were or whatever was happening between  us – it’s over. It’s fucking over” I told him, pointing the space between us.

“ You have to know I meant it when I said I lov-” Ari whispered, but I cut him off before he could say the words that might make me crumble.

“ Don’t! Don’t even say it! I wish I hadn’t.” I told him, knowing I was lying to myself. Ari stepped backwards like I’d physically hit him, his mouth closing and opening slightly silently.

“ Just stay the away from me” I said one last time before I opened the front door, openeing it and walking out onto the dark driveway as I slammed the door behind me. Then I was running, my eyes blurring from tears as I ran away from the mess towards the open front gates that revealed Marissa’s SUV on the main road. The headlight shone in the darkness like a beacon and I could see her inside the car watching me.

When I got to the car I pulled open the passenger door and threw myself into the seat, letting the sobs rack my body as I let myself properly cry. I felt Marissa’s arms around me, reaching over from the drivers seat “ Ella, what’s wrong. Did someone hurt you? What happened?” she asked, looking really worried.

I gulped, trying to draw in air between my sobs, sniffing. I was shaking slightly from the adrenaline of shouting and I flet like I had emotionally been gutted.

Oh god. I had just lost one of my best friends and the only guy I have ever been in love with.

“ Aria and I fought. Oh it was horrible. He lied and were not together anymore.” I let out a shaky breath “ I don’t think were friends anymore.” I whispered the last part and Marissa just held me.

“ Ok, it’s Ok, just cry it out. We’ll figure it out, I’m taking you back to stay at mine” she told me and I nodded as she re-started her car, still holding my hand and drove away from the house.

“ Your wet. What’s on your dress?” she asked and I felt the heat of humiliation curl around my neck.

“ Wine.”

“Wine? Tell me he didn’t throw a-” Marissa asked, her hands tightening on the steering wheel.

“ No Taylor Cutter did”

“ Shit! Urgh the little tramp! That smarmy little crap bag platypus jerk..” and Marissa continued with some colourful swearing I didn’t even know existed.

“ I told him I loved him but he was with Taylor Cutter” I whispered, leaning my head against the cool car window as the dark streets of California blurred past us.

“ Fuck. The little bat shit weasel.” Marissa murmured as she drove in silence.

“ It’s in that magazine you read… they have pictures and everything. It wasn’t even two weeks ago” I sobbed.

Marissa squeezed my hand comfortingly; “I’m going to stab him with my favourite louboutin’s.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, even though it came out like a raspy sob, “ The pink ones?”

“Hell yeah.” Marissa told me, looking murderous for a second.

When we got to hers she led me straight up to her room, ignoring her parents concerned looks.

She immediately shuffled my sobbing form into her ensuite and making me strip and shower off the acidic smelling wine. As I stood water I cried, my body shuddering as I replayed Ari’s face, the cold slap when the wine hit my skin in front of the whole party the pictures swimming in front of me on the magazine, Taylor’s gloating, sympathetic face.  My words echoed in my head; it’s over. 

When I emerged from the shower sniffling, Marissa handed me a white t-shirt, some clean knickers of mine I must have left at hers once after a sleepover and grey Abercrombie sweatpants. I slipped them on, feeling only slightly better now I was clean.

I wandered over to her double bed with it’s pristine white duvet and pulled back the covers, crawling in. “ Do you want to tell me about it?” She asked,

“ I just want to sleep and forget it.” I croaked, feeling my eyes water and a tear run down the side of my face and onto the clean pillow.

Marissa turned off her main light, leaving only the hazy glow of her lamp across the room as she climbed into the bed and hugged me as I cried. The last thing I remember id her stroking my hair and muttering, “ freaking famous people..” before I drifted off to sleep.

At some point during the night I half woke up, hearing Marissa on the phone across the room whispering, “ Yeah , she’s fine. … Wine on her dress… She’s with me ….tell him he can’t come here… just give it a night or so… ok.. I’ll look after her.”

Then I drifted back into sleep.

When I woke up again my face felt tight fro the tears I’d cried and my eyes were crusty. My mouth was dry and my head hurt.

“M?” I rasped, reaching across the bed to the glass of water Marissa must have put on the bedside table. I took a long gulp and reached for the one ibroprofen that Marissa had also put on the bedside table, swallowing. My mobile phone’s small red light on the side was blinking with

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