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Chapter 3
I honestly don’t know what the fuck made me be so fuckin’ honest with him. I have always denied my feelings towards this, at least the urge to say them out load. I don’t the fuck know why I think he is so fuckin’ beautiful either. I’m supposed to be straight... Motherfucker! Damn… how am I gonna do this… He is probably straight as a ruler himself.. AND I’m not doing anything stupid. LIE.
I couldn’t help but be rude, though. That’s just me. Pissing people off with my bastardness..
“Do you know how I got into this mess of a life? I whispered seductively. I was now leaning closer, raising slightly up. “S-E-X.” I whispered husky. “Boose. Fame.Women..”
Whit every word I moved closer and he moved and he pushed himself away from me. You could feel the mood getting heavy. I saw him tremble under my breath. I leaned even further in, and placed a tiny kiss at his temple.
“I’m a slave to Rock n’ Roll, I’m who you want me to be, what they want me to be, but not who I wanna be. That’s a rockstars life.”
Don’t ask me why I do such things. I’m very impulsive.
I looked down and saw a slight bugle into his jeans. This surprised me so much that I had to back off. Raising up and began to walk around in the room. He was still kind of speechless, sitting there with his note book and looking wide eyed at me. “Did you fall asleep, man?” I asked. Rude again, are we?
He flinched straightened up quickly. “Erm… eh, I see. Then which qualities are you looking for in a woman?” He asked with a struggled professional tone. I saw that my rudeness bothered him, and smirked at his question. Taking my time, just to annoy him a little more.
“err… She got to be hot of course.. That’s point nr. One…”
He rolled his eyes, and began to take notes again. I saw that the bugle in his jeans wasn’t getting any better, but he was getting back to the point. I smirked at him, noticed that he wasn’t very impressed about me. Then I did something that wasn’t the smartest thing I have done.
“Two minutes.” I said teasingly.
“It’s funny isn’t it? To try to piss me off. To fire me up like I was some of those whores around here, right?”
He glared at me. That was a very accusingly glare. I suddenly felt like a little child with my hand in the cake box. “Do you know what? I think you are too weak to make a change. You say all those things, that you want to do and blablabla, but what the fuck are you gonna do, eh? When it come to the point that you can’t live with the Synyster Gates in your head. Your band can get rid of you, but not yourself. “ He finished. Still pissed.
“Get. Out.” He started to pack things up. “Not you. Them” I said pointing to the two my bodyguards that stood there, glaring at the journalist. He sipped his drink, which I noticed was a Jack Daniels. One of my favorites.
When the bodyguards was gone, I raised up, leaning over him again. “ You have no idea about how it is to be me. NOT at all. ‘Cause I live in here.” I pointed at my head. “ I am Synyster Gates. I’m the fuckin’ rock star-“
“You mean Cock Star, you dick.” He said. Still pissed but with a little small glimt of humor in his voice.
I couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. He was a smart ass and a hottie. Fuck, did I just think that? I’m fuckin’ straight!! Well at least I can take a joke, but his point was good enough. Maybe I wasn’t strong enough to get this done by myself? Okay, why am I so sensitive about a journalist’s opinion?
Sinking into sad thoughts I was about to go back to my seat when he suddenly gripped my wrists.
“What’s wrong, Syn? I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you.I.. I was only joking!” He seemed kind of upset. “Nah.. That’s okay..” Even though I wasn’t okay. Nothing was okay. Then I lifted my gaze from the floor and to his eyes. Everything turned okay. I looked my eyes into his dazzling emerald green orbs, wanting to get lost in them for the rest of my life. I suddenly felt a strange urge to kiss him. So I did.
He pulled away, and looked at me with disbelief. “Aren’t you straight?!” He said simply. I shrugged and kissed him again, more passionate this time. I felt small electric wives flow up and down my spine, leaning further into the kiss. When we broke free to breathe, he got a little exited and actually began to lick my ear. I moaned loudly, never afraid to show off that I’m horny. I’m a rock star, not a pussy.
Suddenly I heard a knock on the door knowing that some stupid motherfucker was out there trying to get in. Fuck it.
I couldn’t help but be rude, though. That’s just me. Pissing people off with my bastardness..
“Do you know how I got into this mess of a life? I whispered seductively. I was now leaning closer, raising slightly up. “S-E-X.” I whispered husky. “Boose. Fame.Women..”
Whit every word I moved closer and he moved and he pushed himself away from me. You could feel the mood getting heavy. I saw him tremble under my breath. I leaned even further in, and placed a tiny kiss at his temple.
“I’m a slave to Rock n’ Roll, I’m who you want me to be, what they want me to be, but not who I wanna be. That’s a rockstars life.”
Don’t ask me why I do such things. I’m very impulsive.
I looked down and saw a slight bugle into his jeans. This surprised me so much that I had to back off. Raising up and began to walk around in the room. He was still kind of speechless, sitting there with his note book and looking wide eyed at me. “Did you fall asleep, man?” I asked. Rude again, are we?
He flinched straightened up quickly. “Erm… eh, I see. Then which qualities are you looking for in a woman?” He asked with a struggled professional tone. I saw that my rudeness bothered him, and smirked at his question. Taking my time, just to annoy him a little more.
“err… She got to be hot of course.. That’s point nr. One…”
He rolled his eyes, and began to take notes again. I saw that the bugle in his jeans wasn’t getting any better, but he was getting back to the point. I smirked at him, noticed that he wasn’t very impressed about me. Then I did something that wasn’t the smartest thing I have done.
“Two minutes.” I said teasingly.
“It’s funny isn’t it? To try to piss me off. To fire me up like I was some of those whores around here, right?”
He glared at me. That was a very accusingly glare. I suddenly felt like a little child with my hand in the cake box. “Do you know what? I think you are too weak to make a change. You say all those things, that you want to do and blablabla, but what the fuck are you gonna do, eh? When it come to the point that you can’t live with the Synyster Gates in your head. Your band can get rid of you, but not yourself. “ He finished. Still pissed.
“Get. Out.” He started to pack things up. “Not you. Them” I said pointing to the two my bodyguards that stood there, glaring at the journalist. He sipped his drink, which I noticed was a Jack Daniels. One of my favorites.
When the bodyguards was gone, I raised up, leaning over him again. “ You have no idea about how it is to be me. NOT at all. ‘Cause I live in here.” I pointed at my head. “ I am Synyster Gates. I’m the fuckin’ rock star-“
“You mean Cock Star, you dick.” He said. Still pissed but with a little small glimt of humor in his voice.
I couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. He was a smart ass and a hottie. Fuck, did I just think that? I’m fuckin’ straight!! Well at least I can take a joke, but his point was good enough. Maybe I wasn’t strong enough to get this done by myself? Okay, why am I so sensitive about a journalist’s opinion?
Sinking into sad thoughts I was about to go back to my seat when he suddenly gripped my wrists.
“What’s wrong, Syn? I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you.I.. I was only joking!” He seemed kind of upset. “Nah.. That’s okay..” Even though I wasn’t okay. Nothing was okay. Then I lifted my gaze from the floor and to his eyes. Everything turned okay. I looked my eyes into his dazzling emerald green orbs, wanting to get lost in them for the rest of my life. I suddenly felt a strange urge to kiss him. So I did.
He pulled away, and looked at me with disbelief. “Aren’t you straight?!” He said simply. I shrugged and kissed him again, more passionate this time. I felt small electric wives flow up and down my spine, leaning further into the kiss. When we broke free to breathe, he got a little exited and actually began to lick my ear. I moaned loudly, never afraid to show off that I’m horny. I’m a rock star, not a pussy.
Suddenly I heard a knock on the door knowing that some stupid motherfucker was out there trying to get in. Fuck it.
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