She melted underneath me. Soaking into the bedsheets of our hotel suite. A sigh escaped her.
I watched her misty eyes dim and return to their original indifference.
She bitterly muttered. "Get off me."
I pulled out, tossing the condom before lying next to her. My head turned to check the time. It was past eight. She could still make it in time for her schedule...if she ran.
I turned to say something only to catch her glaring daggers at me.
"Because of you, I'm late."
I blinked.
When I wanted to pull out earlier over you wrapped your legs around me and begged me not to stop. Yeah? It was cute on day one but now it was a serious mood killer.
"...Sorry."
She looked annoyed as she sat up. "Are you really? Because you don't seem sorry at all! Why are you always like this?"
Right back at ya.
I'm sorry that I can't help not being sorry. I do feel bad that her reputation has gone down thanks to this. She's been late to her gigs lately, whenever we're together like this it's easy to lose track of the time. But it's not just my fault is it?
I stared at the ceiling and extended an arm towards the fan. "Do you really have the time to sit here arguing with me?"
She huffed and got out of bed.
I'm not the one who pulled up dtf. Now you're out of energy for your shoot which is in a couple of hours. I will admit it we were at it for longer than I thought we'd be. That's the only thing I felt slightly guilty for as I watched her storm into the bathroom and slam the door shut.
The corner of my lips spread unnaturally. But is that a bad thing? It only sucks cause we're busy people. Don't get at me just because you don't know how to manage your own schedule.
Even though she's my senior she's pretty bad at managing her own time. Everything she does depends on her emotions. She's like a tempest this girl. That was my first impression of her and it was the only thing that remained true.
But I'm not mad. Not many bastards are able to say they banged their girl crush.
Koizumi Noriko. Widely known to the masses as the singer MIKO.
A child actress, that eventually went on to become a part of a girl group before eventually becoming a solo artist. Music aside, I've always been more interested in her more so as a woman than a fan.
That's why when I found out Ran, my younger sister went to the same art school as her, I knew this was the universe telling me this was my one and only chance for us to align.
"How could you suddenly do that without telling me?!"
I could hear Noriko's angry voice coming from the bathroom as I put on my clothes, and eventually, the door flung open. Her chest heaving, death glare sharpening at me.
What? What did I do now?
She seemed so sweet on TV but her real personality was like Ran's.
I watched her as she went from yelling to screaming, strapped on my boots at the door as she went from pleading then silence.
She's not over him yet huh?
As I put on my cap and face mask, she leaned her head against my back.
"My shooting got canceled."
She was arguing, cause of that?
"I don't get it... isn't that a good thing?"
We could've been together the whole day.
She clawed my back with her fingernails, pulling at my shirt.
"That's not..."
But I'm not complaining.
"What is it? What happened for you to throw such a fit?"
I'm honestly surprised at how long this has lasted. I mean...
"It's NOT a fit! SHE was selected to do it instead!"
She. Ah, Shinohara Tamami. Widely known as Hami.
She seems to be doing well for herself compared to middle school.
I was honestly surprised when I learned of their rivalry, being able to rival a celebrity with such an illustrious resume as Noriko's is already impressive enough.
"He chose her over me, again!"
She dug her fingernails into my back. I sighed. Even the way she gripes over a man is just like Ran. Imagine what she'll be like once she learns our past history... God. Fool's gold again.
I stood.
"Are you leaving?"
I honestly don't give a crap she's seeing Wata-san. Their issues is what gave me this opening after all, but it's gone on for too long, I thought she would dump him or me eventually, it's been a year now. I honestly don't even know what that bastard is thinking either.
Tamami isn't into old guys and Wata-san isn't her type, it's probably not even like what Noriko is imagining at all.
I closed my eyes. At first I pegged him as a pedo. It was easy.
It's easy to write someone off as a pedophile when a little girl is trying so hard to get his attention. In situations like these the adult is always blamed so this experience has honestly opened my eyes a bit from being a bystander.
Wata-san's a hardworking person bled dry by the agency, he'll never have time for Noriko or any romance so it's probably all in her head, or, if it isn't... I could honestly imagine him making a mistake due to the stress of having no life. After all... he's a man too. Yeah, I'll cut him some slack.
But avoiding her isn't enough. If you want her to get the picture just tell it like it is! Or maybe they didn't fuck, their relationship is all in her head and she's just some crazy bitch? Which one is it?
What am I? A placeholder?
It feels as if he's trying to limit his contact with her as well too. As someone of her own age it's up to me to convert Noriko. Her getting on with someone her own age instead of chasing Wata-san is for the best. I know this in my head. I know it but....
I just came to fuck, I didn't sign up for all this shit.
A sigh escaped me.
"Nagi-kuuun." She was pulling at my back.
These girls, why do they look so put together on the outside but once you get to know them, they're just selfish bitches?
I mean... it works for me, cause we can always break things off fast but... Maybe some part of me was hoping she'd be different. Maybe some part of me deluded myself into thinking this could work, that I could "steal" her away from someone who didn't have any business dealing with her to begin with. But like her griping after a man half her age should have been the first red flag right?
"Hey! Why don't you stay?" Her tone was soft now, voice dripping with affection as her eyes shimmered with moisture. She looked absolutely divine, even more so with her robe barely covering her breasts. "Stay with me..."
I understand your dilemma Wata-san but...
"Noriko."
"Yeah?"
"I've got things to do too."
". . ." She frowned at me. "What's with that? Stay with me! I know today's your day off!"
Shit. It's much easier when they break up with you cause half the time I gave them a reason. I looked away from her face and closed my eyes. "I'm done with ya, sorry."
"What?...Why?" Her lips trembled and when I turned to leave she clung to my waist. "If you leave now, I'll go public!"
I faltered at the door. The image of the dream girl in my mind fell to the mud.
"...Yeah? You okay with letting him know about us?"
"What're you talking about?!" She folded her arms, her gaze shifting downward. "He already...knows."
This information would have meant more to me when I still cared.
"So?"
"What do you mean so?"
"Which one do ya want? Is it him or me?"