"Carey! Carey!" Fans shout from outside the arena. I walk hand in hand with Carey, surprised at the amount of fans that are waiting for him.
Carey lets go of my hand and walks over to the girls shouting his name. Whenever he had fans to take pictures with or sign a picture, I always felt happy for him. I could never imagine someone shouting my name to just get my attention.
Several girls take pictures with him, some getting closer to my boyfriend than others. I contained my frustration with Carey as he was overly sweet to them back. It's not that he shouldn't be nice to them, but I feel like he's flirting with them. Maybe I'm just being crazy. Right?
There's one girl left who needs to get a picture with Carey, the rest of them left to go inside the arena.
"Could you take a picture of us?" The blonde asks me.
"Sure." I manage to choke out. A blonde with a perfect body and beautiful face structure, taking a picture with my boyfriend.
I snap the picture and hand the girl her phone. She says nothing to me, but turns back to Carey.
"I just wanted to tell you that you're really cute." She side-hugs him while placing her hand on his chest.
Carey blushes, quietly thanking her. She keeps eyeing him, creating a conversation that only they can hear. He watches her intently as she says the words into his ear. They both burst into laughter and she gives him a peck on the cheek before walking away.
I can't believe that he could do this. Why didn't he tell her that he's not interested and that he has a girlfriend? He knows I have trust issues.
Once the fan walks away, I see him looking at her up and down. I become frustrated and begin to walk away from him.
"(Y/N)!" He shouts and starts towards me. I'm too slow for his pace and he grabs my arm to turn me around.
"How dare you, Carey?" I ask him with tears streaming down my face.
"What the hell? What did I do?" He asks defensively. I roll my eyes, because he can't fool me.
"You know what you did! Just, please don't talk to me ever again." I plead and run to the back of the arena. I enter through the back door that leads to the locker room.
I find my best friend and the only one I can go to in a situation like this.
"Max?" I ask and look frantically around the room. I start to walk around, still looking for him. "Max!" I yell.
"Woah, (Y/N). What's wrong?" Alex asks me, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"Nothing, Alex. I just need Max. Now, please." I ask him and try to look around him.
"Calm down, it's alright. I'll go get Max." He assures and I sigh.
I sit down on a bench, feeling like I'm crying my eyes out. I feel someone's arms around me and I look up.
