I'm Not In Love

Chapter Three

       "Did I just spoil the fun? ", Trev Smith asked,with a goofy grin playing on his lip. Standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets.

       "Obviously Trev, Anna was about to do some cool steps. " Katherine whined, her hands locked with Daniel's.

    Trev walked in with an pretend apologetic look on his face,  "My bad, I'm sorry ".

    I could only manage a sly smile. We all greeted him with enthusiasm. Trev was an amazing guy, every PREXUS dancer love him.

    " so what's up, how are you guys holding up. Y'all look like Dave's worn you out. ", he said,smiling. The way he spoke and his posture all looking cool.

    "oh you can say that again, man . We are as beat as f**k! ", Zak spoke up, leaning his hands on his knee.

       " He is speaking for us all ", Katherine said and we all concurred.

     Dave laughed aloud, he didn't look offended, he knew it was a joke. We enjoyed every bit of the practice, we always did.

        "  Bad Dave, Bad dave", Trev said ,shaking his head , "well, I think I might have something to cheer y'all up". He spoke, full of confidence at once, and that goofy grin that never seemed to leave his lips.

      " Other than pizza and hamburger?,  I could actually use that right now " ,  Ralph said ,smiling sheepishly. Of course he was the food wizard.  I would never let him alone anywhere near food.

     Everyone laughed and tunner slapped his back "c'mon man".he said.

     " well, something way better than pizza and hamburgers, Ralph ",he assured.

    Now he's got even me all hooked up. I had to snap him off any suspense game he was going to play "spill it, Trev",I said and we all round him like animated kids,  as if our lives depended on whatever he was going to say. 

" say something man, dammit", Daniel almost shouted, and I figured Katherine was the one holding him back. It's annoying to know that something way better was going to happen to you and someone is busy having fun keeping you at suspense.

      " Okay okay, y'all hold your pants, sheesh, can't a man have his own way.Well, what I'm trying to say is PRIME entertainment wants to sign a contract with team Luke, which is ...your team, what do y'all say? "

      Shut up!

Holy s**t!

    There was silence , as if we were trying to process what he just relayed.

      " no way " I heard Kate say "tell us you're kidding ". She was the only one quick to find her voice.

       " I ain't,believe me, joking with something like that is the least I would do right now. I'ld rather go count the clouds. " he assured us again with his goofy grin. "so are we signing you guys off or what? ".

     "f*****g yeah, we are!", I screamed.

     And Trev had to close his ears for a shriek that sounded like a train's horn. whatever Trev had thought would be our reaction, he was wrong, because he looked astounded and about to burst out laughing at the way we all look like a bunch of loosed zoo animals . We were jumping up and down, shaking each other. Ralph flip-flopped three times successfully ,I didn't know he could do that. And Zak was doing some stupid crazy dance steps,oblivious to Trev who was recording  all the moment. I was so happy. I hugged Stephen so hard. I knew it was hard for him to express his feelings but at least I could do that.

      " isn't that amazing? " I asked him.

    " downright it is! " he agreed,all smiley.

  And it was the most craziest five minutes ever. Dave walked out with Trev obviously asking about the sudden announcement.

    Oh man, I was so telling Amy about this. She would be freaking happy for us, and mum and summer too. Prime was our biggest dream so far, we would be dancing alongside celebs, probably TRIMIx, Damn it.

       I would never imagine a day like this, I was only thinking about it this morning. It was a dream come true. It really was. f**k!.

Chris pov

      It was a beautiful afternoon in florida,with the sun shining bright in the city's sky,and the warm breeze sifting by, Chris could just not have his day off any other way.

     He walked into the parlor with a plate of diced pineapples and a dog bowl of dog food  for Scott in his hands. He was wearing a sweatpants and an oversize, blue short-sleeve shirt,his white hair styled in a messy manner falling in bangs on his eyes. He had ear piercings that complimented his oval face and emerald eyes, which seemed to be one of the reasons millions of people love him.

       His apartment was really big and azurish. For a celebrity he did have a weird taste for that particular color. The building was of a funny 3D shape, mostly made of glass. He crossed the room and placed the dog treat beside him.

        And Scott as if foreseeing it, came out of somewhere and  settled for his dish.

   "Good for you Scott, you have someone to make your meals". Chris wasn't enthusiastic as he said that. He was actually a hell of a loner.

       He stroked Scott's head fondly  ,and slumped on the plush, azure sofa in front of the television. He switched it on and channelled it to one his favourite game ,racing.

       Chris Peters popularly known as Trap on stage is currently one of the most famous and handsome rap artist in town. Leader of the latest award winning boy-band TRIMIx.

      He started his career as early as twenty three when he finished college. Steve Duncan, owner of Prime entertainment, discovered him. He ran away from home after his father's death ,at eighteen and started living on the street. He worked in one popular bar at the time, singing and entertaining people. He earned enough to rent an apartment and feed himself, until one day, that Steve decided to get drunk with his colleagues and that bar was the best around  and it just happened. Steve got interested, sponsored him through college in New York and returned to Florida at twenty three to start his career with his band. He was twenty-eight years old and he has got his career at the peak, with three foreign awards and five more locally. (now don't you wanna say whaaaaat!).

And he literally has millions of millions of  fans home and abroad that would go wild for him. Their concert was always packed to the maximum, tickets were always sold out and there were rarely shows without TRIMIx. The people loved him if only they knew he could only manage to give them fake love in return.

      Chris was known to be temperamental, strict and ice-cold. If anyone was to work with him, they would have to be sharp, smart and patient. A whole level of patient.

      Rumours even had it that he was a gay. In the industry and in parties, or shows, Trap was never seen with a woman at the least. Not to talk of a serious relationship.

      Chris didn't care about rumours , the truth was he didn't think they would ever see him in love with anybody though.

     It all started with his mum. Trap had always adored the woman at his young age. He really loved her, to the extent that he wouldn't eat without seeing her. He didn't go anywhere, except school, without his mother. His father was always jealous of that, but he didn't take it to heart, actually no one took it to heart. They all thought it was only a strong bond thing between a mother and her son. But he just loved her unconditionally, he loved doing things with her even till he was a teenager.

    Things just had to get to a point his mother would stay out three to four days, and whenever she came home, she was always drunk. She stopped having time for him and rarely spoke to him, even to his dad. He was confused and became scared of losing his mother.

    Until that day he overheard her discussing with some man on the phone about killing his father. He was profounded and taken aback. And that night it was true that his father died mysteriously.

     Trap broke his bond with his mom left home at eighteen and never returned and since then those memories has created a fear of truly loving anyone. He was now a living philophobic human.

Curse that woman!  -he spat within himself.

     He lost focus and in the last moment his opponent zoomed to the finish line before he could. He bumped his clenched fist hard on the sofa with an annoyed groan that made Scott let out a low growl. And his thought narrowed wickedly to the one time he had tried falling in love. Maria seemed cute at the beginning, convinced him she would be with him, and cajoled him into sponsoring her career. After making him fall head over heels for her,assuring him of forever after, she jilted him for a more famous and wealthy singer. The devil she was. The trauma she left him almost killed him.

      " f**k women! " he shouted as if making him to feel better. And now he was sure he would never fall in love with anyone. He would never feel true love again. Ever again.

      He was still throwing a fit when he heard his door lock giving out beeping sounds as if someone was trying to press his password to the house.

    " oh the boys! " he said to himself.

" yo what's up Trap?!", Nike hollered as he came into the parlor with his twin.

     "we've got wings and drinks" , Nick added,both guys showing off the nylon bags in their hands.

He was actually craving for those. They did know  him, he was actually thinking how he would spend the rest of his day off. But with these guys it could turn out crazy.

       "I thought you were going out with your babes " , he said, after wriggling the chicken wings from the nylon bag.

    " he is never excited to see us, asshole", Nike said to his twin sheepishly. They knew it was a lie, he would never get bored of seeing them, they were the best thing that has pieced him together since eighteen.

     " actually those hoes ditched on us. Something about Limited Edition shoes. Like shoes compared to these guys. Man! ",nick explained and they both sat on the sofa watching me.

He nodded, between munches of chicken wings . It was as if Scott was just seeing them, he started barking which was nothing new at all.

     " Hey when is this guy gonna grow up. It's been two years already " .

    And it was true, ever since he has got Scott - like two years now - he was never on good terms with  them. He was always  barking and barking. Even trap didn't know  why

    "easy boy. It's Nick and Nike, those losers that sang freedom with me " he ranted to Scott, stroking his back, only to get attacked by the cushions they threw at him.

    That just tripled my laughter the more. Man it was so good teasing them.

     " f**k you and your goddam dog " Nick cursed.

Only Trap and some few others could tell the difference between the identical boys. Nike has a bit of a mark on his neck, if you look too quickly you wouldn't notice it. And Nick was more violent and more of a bad boy, while Nike was kinda cool and reserved.

    He met these guys while he was in New York studying . Something bad had happened then. Something they would rather not speak about. But  nevertheless he was glad he met them ,because they had been a big deal in his life.

         "let's hit the club tonight. Probably pick some babes " Nick suggested excitedly. A chicken wing in his hand.

      "yeah, trap, it's our day off. "

   They both looked like preschoolers chanting about ice-cream.

     "I don't know. I just feel like crashing here forever .I'm a mess " ,he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck like he just said something weird

    "c'mon dude, you're not the only philophobic human alive. If that's what you are talking about. ", Nick said. He was always mad that I think about it too much. But who wouldn't. Not me though.

     " You"ll get over it trap, you'll see " . Nike was always the angel at every cliff end. But I still had my doubts with me.

      Just then their phones beeped and they checked. It was from their manager

     "what is it he wants now. " he whined and checked his message .

           Steve has chosen your new dance crew . So y'all are gonna  meet at PRIME tomorrow by 9am. And no skipping, I don't wanna chase you down with calls. Please, no skipping!  - manager

     "pfft,who is he to boss us around ", Trap whined, threw the phone annoyingly on the sofa behind him.

     " yo read it Trap, your man says no skipping. ", nick looked like he was holding in a good amount of laughter after reading their manager's text. And of course Nike wasnt looking any less.

     Trap was sure he was emphasizing on not skipping to him especially. Only him would have the rebellious mind of doing something else right before an important appointment. Some appointments were just unnecessary and time-wasting to him.

       "  yep or I'll chop your head off ", Nike imitated Steve, it was so funny I just had to laugh and hit him with a pillow.

     Scott barked at once and their laughter subsided.

     "Good boy " ,He said to him, rubbing his back softly while he finished his meal.

     "I wont skip ,but you must not f*****g sleep in nike. You know i dont chop heads,i crush em" . He feigned seriousness, crumbling his hands together as if it would scare him.

     He only earned another round of laughter from them,and he downed the remaining beer in one shot,and grabbed another wing from the nylon bag.

    " yo, word is the girls from PREXuS are freaking hot. Yo leave it to Nike to arrive dawn at PRIME tomorrow. ". Nick said teasing Nike .

  " Heck yeah !.what's a life without the ladies  ." Nike hollered with a grin, his hand draped behind the sofa, the other holding a wing.

        "Hey, how about we hit the club ", Trap suddenly said. He could really use some drinking .

     He earned some low whistle from Nick and Nike.

  "oh dude!, that's what I'm saying yo"

     "c'mon man, that's more like it "  .