Learn The Game

ALFRED

"Alright." I grabbed my white Adidas, black shades, hat , and black scarf. I walked towards the door. 

"Where you going?" I turned to see Clay and Ava looking at me. They were sitting on the light brown couch, Clay's arm was over Ava's shoulder.

"Out." I opened the door, and quickly closed it before Clay could say something else to me.

I almost feel as if Clay has to be my parent rather than a friend most of the time. I went into the elevator, and my phone buzzed in my back pocket. It was Clay, I didn't feel like checking what he has to say, but I looked anyway.

Clay: Hey I know your going to go see Tatum, through at least check out what the medias saying.

What was he talking about, did Tatum already have her photos go worldwide?

Me: Alright, checking it now.

I left the messages from my phone and went to social media. In every social media outlet there was information about me and Tatum. There were head lines like "Big Argument Between Girlfriend?" It was when Tatum and I were sort of yelling at each other out in public, it was my fault I shouldn't have said what I said.  There were others like "Is This A Real Relationship For The Labeled Playboy?", "Break Up Then Make Up.",  and "Who's The New Prey For Labeled Playboy?". 

I read many article's about it, there were pictures of us from Italy and from France. It was when we were walking together last night, and when we were fighting. There were other pictures as well when we were at the Italian restaurant, and when we were walking back to the hotel in Italy. 

I read word by word of everything I could find... "...This young teen, doesn't know what she's doing..." , "... Her life is going to be ruined..." . "...She's going to get heart broken..." , "...Was the argument about them breaking up?..." , "...What number is this, that he has been with..." , "...Are they back together because he got her back in bed?...".  I wanted to slam my phone to the ground, because the damn paparazzi was right under our noses. 

I quickly went to go find Tatum, not to long I found her taking a walk. She had white chucks, with dark navy blue skinny jeans with a dark purple red shirt. With a white scarf, black jacket and with a white watch. Her camera was dangling around her neck, she had shades covering her eyes, the lens were opaque shining off a golden gleam. I jogged over towards her, the closer I got I could see every detail of her face. 

"Hey." I smiled. She didn't look at me, almost as if I didn't exist. "Listen I saw what was on the media. And I'm just saying that we can make it through." I walked the same pace as her and I was looking at her. She walked faster and so did I. "Come on we can fix this."

She spoke low and gentle. "Alfred you don't get it, this is nasty rumors about me that can simply take away what I'v all ways dreamed of." She moved her face up at me, I wish I could see her green hazel eyes. Just so I could see what emotion she was in at the moment.

I sighed. "I get that, and I want to fix this for you." I spoke with confidence, yet I was gentle about this. Simply because I was sure that Tatum was crying all night about what the media was saying about her. 

"The only way to fix this is to stay away from me." Her voice was strong, but when she exhaled it was shaky. 

"There's another way we can fix it, I'm sure-" 

"No, Alfred I don't think that's possible... Goodbye." She walked off, I didn't feel like chasing her. Because I may make the situation worse. 

So I sat on a near by bench, I took out my phone and posted a tweet. There's always another way of fixing things, even without Tatum beside me fixing this. I could at least do half of the job for her. 

...

I walked into a restaurant called 'Le Pavillon des boulevards'. The place was very open, white tables around the area. Through outside it seemed small, but thanks to the windows shinning in the outside light made the inside look big. I then saw little miss blonde sitting down , with a sketch pad and had hot tea next to her.

I walked up to the table, sitting in front of her, she didn't even look up because she already know's that its me. She was drawing the scenery of the restaurant, which was turning out pretty good. 

She took a sip of her herb tea, then spoke gently but not looking up from her sketch pad. "Alfred what did I tell you earlier?" 

I leaned back and studied her. "To not see each other, but that's not gonna stop." I gave a dashing grin at her, she peaked up at me. Then rolled her eyes by my grin, I secretly know she likes my grins that I give her. 

She huffed. "So that means that I don't want to see you, I can lose what I'v worked for if someone see's a glimpses of me with you." She took another sip of her hot tea.

"Well there's no way I'm leaving you in this whirlpool." I leaned forwards, and she look's at me. Since she doesn't have her sunglasses on in the building I could see that she is thinking very different;y of me. Trust me I don't want a serious relationship with anyone, I just want to help  her with this then get out of her life. 

It's as simple as that, right?