Unwanted Love (BWWM) **On Pause**

Chapter 16

Dominic

After that little announcement, the crew and the director decided that everyone needed to take five. Everyone needed clear thoughts before shooting the finally pictures of the shoot.

Clover was still glaring daggers at my mother and Francis, though my mother paid it no mind. Crossing her legs, in an almost dominating manner, she tilted her head slightly and smiled at Clover. I had to give it to my mother, she knew when to assert her 'regal-ness'.

"Dominic, look this way please." An older female stylist said softly as she continued to re-adjust my hair, etc.

I stole a quick glance over to Clover, who was still staring intensely at my mother, before breaking away first. I knew she wasn't happy about that, being the first to look away.

"Dominic..." Cindy cleared her throat, causing me to look over at her, "I don't know what that director...person, whoever he was... I don't know what he was thinking, but make sure it's just a kiss on the cheek."

Cindy crossed her arms over her chest, as if she was making a point. I couldn't help but smile at her little show of dominance over me, though we both knew she had no power over me.

Noticing my smile, Cindy started to turn red and she looked quickly away. It was nice seeing her do her best to behave, though she wasn't happy about the situation.

"Alright, start to head...back" Francis swallowed hard, calling everyone to get to where they needed to be.

I turned away from Cindy, and stood. Stretching my limbs a bit, before walking over to the second part of the set. A small little corner that had a big brown couch with a big window directly behind it. I walked behind the couch, where Clover would be seated. I leaned forward against the couch for support, resting my head on my palm, as I waited for Clover to come over.

"Clover, we need you on set! We're wasting daylight!" Francis yelled, attempting to put some edge back in his voice.

Clover rolled her eyes, and walked over with a bit of annoyance in her eyes. She was still wearing the same outfit, with her hair in the same bun. I hadn't realized I was staring until she made eye contact with me.

Her eyes were speaking volumes, she clearly expressed how much she didn't want to do this, with just one look. I was actually debating on stopping the kiss photo, but how would I let this down? I asked, and then I didn't want it. Clover, the one girl that makes me second guess myself.

She sat down on the couch with a magazine in her lap, flipping through it to a page she might actually be interested in. I looked down at her, with just a ping of nervousness.

Click..click

Though, I wanted Clover to kiss me, I couldn't help what I did. It was as if, I had no control. I take after my mother in that regard, being impulsive. Without much of a warning, I leaned over to the right of Clover, and kissed her on the cheek.

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Clover

I was flipping through the magazine, trying my hardest to keep calm. Yes, this was a situation that I didn't want to be placed in, but it happened. I couldn't help but think when it would be the best time to kiss his chee-- He kissed me, instead.

Well... that solved that problem. I quickly cooled my features from surprised to that of expectancy, as if we were some type of couple.

The soft clicks of the camera went off in rapid succession, along with the sounds of people gasping. Figures. I glanced over at Cindy, who was turned away, face red with growing anger. She really needed to cool it with her bitch fits.

After the clicking stopped, I stood and placed the magazine softly on the couch. "If that's all, I have some place I need to be."

Ms. White continued to stare at me, her eyes full of...amusement. Pfft, please. She could suck my left foot for all I cared.

"Alright... That's a wrap for today!" the director yelled quickly, as if he was running the show all along.

I walked over to Moni, and she grinned wide at me. I looked at her incredulously, before raising a brow. "You're starting to creep me out."

"He kissed you, doesn't that mean something? Though, I'm not rooting for him, I'm on team Jonathan all the way." Her grin not going away.

I shook my head, and rolled my eyes. "Just help me get this stuff off so I can go home."

As I changed into normal clothes, Ms.White came over to my small changing area.

"Quite a display that was."

I adjusted my shirt a bit, before walking out of the changing area, "I guess."

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and noticed that I had a miss call from my mom. Shit..mom. I put on my best smiles, and waved softly at Ms. White.

"Sorry, I need to go." With that, I made my way out of the building, at least not before I heard Cindy practically in tears.

"Dom! You kissed her!" She exclaimed, angrily stomping her foot as if she was some sort of a child.

That made me laugh, because honestly, it was funny as hell. 

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I made my way home, with food in hand to share with my mom. I unlocked the door to my apartment, and made my way into the living room, where my mom was sitting.... in tears.

I placed the food on the island and walked over to her, taking a seat beside her on the couch. 

"What's wrong?" I asked her quietly, not really daring to make much of a move here. 

She looked up at me, as if she didn't even realize that I had arrived. She quickly rubbed her eyes, and plastered on a big smile, "Clover, baby, welcome home." 

"Mom what---" "I see you brought food."  My mom cut me off, turning her attention to the food and drinks on the counter.

I sighed and plastered on a small smile turning my attention with her, "Uh yeah, figured you might be hungry." 

She got up first, and brought the bag over to the couch. It was as if she was distracting herself from everything that went wrong in her life. She handed me my cup, and I thanked her before turning on the t.v.

 "Remember when we watched this together..?" She asked silently, as we watched Power Puff girls reruns. 

"Yeah.." I replied silently, taking a bite out of my burger. 

My phone vibrated, and I looked at it hesitantly. 

Let's go out to eat tomorrow. - J

What the hell, might as well say yes. What else do I have to lose?