I didn’t know what to say to my own husband. We just stood there awkwardly. He came home as a surprise but it wasn’t going to change my mind. No way in HELL was I going to move and if he wanted to do his own shit, he could without me. I was done.
“Lexie…why won’t you say anything to me? Are you really that upset?”
That he even had to ask that question showed how messed up we were as a couple. Before, he’d protected me from paps and all the awful shit fame did to us but now? He craved it. He didn’t care what it did to me. To our kids.
I shook my head as tears stung the back of my eyes.
“What’s going on in your head? Talk to me, baby doll. Please.”
Staring at him, I said, “Why did you go ahead with this movie deal without telling me? I had to find out all the details from a fucking rag! Did you see what they said about me? And you don’t care.”
Raising his hands, he said, “What do you mean? I have no power over what the magazines get. I told my press agent to keep it quiet but I guess it got leaked.”
“And why don’t you think that’s a problem? They’ve been stalking me. They got a shot from our backyard! Next it’ll be little Brandy and Zack and Liam. God! Why is your fame more important than your own family?”
He sighed loudly, rubbing his temple.
He couldn’t answer that because it would incriminate him. I was watching the death of our marriage and I didn’t care. I didn’t FUCKING care anymore!
I walked closer to him, wanting to punch him for what he’d put us through the past few years as he chased the stars. I would have never married him if I thought he’d ever want to become an actor. Movie stars had a fandom that was way worse than we’d ever suffered back when he was a pop idol. It meant the whole world put you on a pedastal. I wouldn’t have it.
“Get this straight, James. I will NOT support you in this crazy dream of yours. If you want superstardom, go ahead. Become this Robotron. You know exactly what it’ll mean. According to that magazine, you’ll be contracted for at least seven movies. SEVEN! More than any of the other characters. That’ll guarantee paparazzi, body guards, and constant unwanted attention. It’s not worth it. I’ve thought about this for a long time but never wanted to face it. We are too different and I’m tired of it. I want a divorce.”
James’ face looked like I’d slapped him. Having the words out there crushed me, too. I didn’t want a divorce but what choice did I have? I wouldn’t go through that again. And he didn’t care what I wanted.
Shaking his head, he said, “You don’t mean that, Lex. You’re not thinking straight.”
Tears streamed down my face as my heart raced. I hated him. I wanted him gone. “I do mean it, you asshole!” I pushed him, but he held me back. “I do! Get the hell out of our lives. You don’t care about us.”
“Lexie…stop it! I won’t take the part, if it means that much to you. I promise.”
Stunned, I whispered, “What?”
“I won’t take it, sweetheart.”
And just like that all my anger fled, melting me into a puddle of goo. He kissed me with a passion that’d gone out of our lives for so many years.
Oh, God! I’d missed him so much. I didn’t realize how far apart we’d drifted. At that moment, I didn’t care about our problems or the consequences of me killing his dream.
A moment ago, I’d prepared myself to leave him, but now…more than anything, I just wanted us.
When my bff, Destiny Hoff, told me Liam Sanderson-Day was free from the claws of biotch-extreme Mala Murdock, I totally didn’t believe it. Until I found myself on top of him.
Who-da-thunk it? Not me!
And he was totally putting me in swoon-city afterwards. Even my butterflies had butterflies.
Then SHE crashed the party and cried “Lee Lee” and messed up my dream world. Gag. I was going to barf right in the pool. Who talks like that to their boyfriend anyway? But she had a body like that rich star, Sim Sardashian, and she didn’t even fake her boobs or that fat ass! Okay, so I totally coveted her big curves and huge tits. Is that a crime?
Liam seemed to like it.
But what he didn’t know was that Mala used her body to get what she wanted. All. The. Damn. Time. Seriously. I’d seen her flirt and show her big gazoongas even to our teachers!
And Destiny further told me that Mala had cheated on Liam with that douchebag, Oliver Treadstone. He’d gone through every cheerleader as well as the whole volleyball team. The guy was a real life manwhore.
Everyone KNEW Mala did it with him. And Liam took her back?
Sigh…He was SUCH a nice guy. Too nice. And nice guys always finished last. It wasn’t fair.
I’d sat on the sidelines long enough watching this train wreck because no doubt, she was going to hurt him. And although I didn’t like manipulation or playing games, I knew she was bad news. I was going to do this for his own good.
I got to our math class a bit early so I could talk with Mr. Walker.
“Of course, Ginny, you may sit in the front row.”
He motioned to the two seats near him. One belonged to Liam and the other, the THOT. I took “her” seat. Plan A worked like a charm. Thank you, bad eyesight, for helping me out.
Okay, so I lied a little and told Mr. Walker that my contacts were taking longer than we thought to come in, but I’d never lied before AND was an exceptional student. Why wouldn’t he believe me? Muahahhaaaa!
When Liam walked in, he beamed at me and said, “Hey, Ginny. What’s up?” He didn’t even ask what I was doing there.
And the look on the THOT’s face was…well…let’s just say “satisfying” didn’t cut it.
“That’s MY seat, Ginny.” Mala’s eyes bugged out along with her pinched face.
But before I could defend myself, Mr. Walker did it for me. “Ginny can’t see well today, Ms. Murdock. You may take her seat in the back.”
I grinned like I’d just won Olympic gold in the marathon. Marathon of LOVE! Bahahaaaa!
After we finished a quiz, Liam said, “So…I had fun the other day. Didn’t know you were so crazy strong. Do you work out or something?” He winked.
Was Liam FLIRTING with me? (Note to self: Write this in your journal with hearts and happy emojis. Don’t forget!)
“Naw…but I do a bit of rock climbing.”
He nodded. “That sounds fun. Where do you go?”
Shrugging, I thought of all the places I’d traveled to in the past year–Strangerville, Windenburg, Al Simhara, Sulani…my mom and dad were archeologists.
We were THAT close to moving to Selvadorado, but they wanted to settle down until I got out of high school. So, we took “working” vacations from time to time while they taught at the local Brindleton Bay college.
“I dunno,” I answered. “Around.”
I didn’t want to overwhelm the poor guy. Usually, when I told people who didn’t know me where I’ve gone, they think my family is stinking rich which is SOOOO not the case. Professors made jack squat. Instead of hotels, we’d camp out in mountains, or beaches, or jungles.
Off grid living. I liked it. I definitely wanted to follow in their footsteps. I’d hoped to get accepted into Sale University and become a puzzle chaser just like them.
A crazy idea formed in my head. Arching my eyebrow, I asked, “You want to go?”