June's point of view

Why did Matt smile? There is nothing to be happy about! I just got caught by the paparazzi with another man. What is Michael going to believe? I promised him Matt won't do anything stupid, but it's like he did this on purpose, like he knew there was a paparazzi outside the café. No... I doubt he knew it. He's not like this, I mean, he is a nice guy, he won't do anything to hurt me, never. But on the other hand, he just told me he's in love with me... What the hell? Like he couldn't have told me this before I got in a relationship. Someone once said "You never know how much you love someone, until the thought of them being with another person is enough to break your heart". Maybe that's how Matt is feeling right now. Anyway, if he did that on purpose, it was inappropriated. I can't allow myself to be seen close to another man than Michael. The press is going to say so much thing about it, and they'll make up things to ruin him, like I am with him only for his fame and his money, or I don't know what else. They're capable of everything, and they lie just as easy as they breathe. 

"June? Look, I'm sorry, I didn't know he was here..." I heard Matt's voice, which snapped me out of my thoughts. 

"Oh yeah? Really? Because it looked just as you knew he was here!" I angrily hissed. 

"Didn't you hear me? I told you I love you! Do you think I'd do anything to hurt you?" He asked me, serious. 

"I don't love you. I'm in love with Michael, and it won't change. You knew I liked you before, so you should have made a move back then." I said, taking my purse and my jacket before standing up. "I need to tell Michael what happened before someone do." I turned my back at him, and headed to the door. As the waitress was coming at the table where Matt and I were seated, I took my latte from her hands, and gave her a ten dollar bill and told her to keep the change. I heard Matt calling my name, and chasing me out of the café, but I didn't care. He shouldn't have done this anyway. I mean, that's not the kind of thing friends do, right? Once I was out of the café, I put Michael's sunglasses back and avoided the paparazzis who were asking me who was Matt, and why he acted like this. They also asked me why I pulled my hand away as fast as I did when I saw the paparzzi. They automatically thought I was cheating on Michael. Okay guys, chill! He just took my hand, it's no big deal. I'm sure they're going to say things as "Breaking News! June Wellington's pregnant! She took some guy's hand!" or something as dumb as this one. 
Matt ran after me, not paying any attention to the paparazzis around us. 

"June! Please wait!", he pleaded, running after me. 

"Go away, Matt." I mumbled, openning my car's door. 

"No, please. Listen to me", he pleaded again, grabbing my arm. I got way from his hold on my arm, and crossed my arms on my chest. "I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't want to put you in troubles with the press or anything, it's just that I wanted to feel you. You're the most beautiful woman I've met, and I couldn't help but touch you.", he told me, scratching the back of his neck. 

"Matt, I don't care. You had your chance, and you missed it, now suck it up" I said, shaking my head. As I was openning my car door, Matt put his hand on it, and closed it. 

"Now you're going to listen to me carefully", he said, through clenched teeths. "I've played nice, but it's fucking over. You'll be mine, as soon as your little popstar will be tired of you -because, let's face it, he will- you'll come running at me", he said, devilishly smirking at me. "But for now, I'm going to do that, so your oh-so-perfect-boyfriend understands you'll be mine", he declared, leaning down to kiss me hard on the lips. I tried to get away from him, but he was too strong. I tried to punch him in the chest, but he was holding my hands tight against it. Once he released my hands, I slapped him hard across his face, and got in my car. I turned the engine on, and got the hell out of here. Why did he do this in front of the press? Why? Michael is going to hate me, he's going to think I cheated, but I didn't! I feel so dumb! How could I had a crush on this guy? He's not the Matt I've known for years! What the hell happened to him? He used to be so charming and nice, he wouldn't hurt a bug... And now, he just ruined my reputation and Michael's. Michael, what am I going to tell him? He didn't trust Matt in the first place, and I should have listened to him. I'm so dumb! He is going to hate my guts so much. I don't want him to hate me, I'm not responsible for this, Matt kissed me in front of the cameras. I'm so angry, my whole body is shaking, my heart is beating way too fast, and I am sweating hard. What the hell is happening to me? What is it? 

The last thing I remember is my vision becoming darker and darker. 

***

Michael's point of view

I am at the studio now, and I still don't have heard from June yet. I'm a little bit worried now, I really don't trust this guy. What if he kidnapped her? Or even raped her? Well, I know I'm a little bit paranoid sometimes, but I can't understand why she doesn't answer my calls and texts. Does she already know about what happened with Anna? Is this her way to 'punish' me, by giving me the silent treatment? If this is the reason why she keeps ignoring me, it's not fair, because she didn't let me explain what really happened, not why the paparazzis want to happen. But I doubt she already know, these people are fast, but they cannot print magazines in a couple of hours. It's physically impossible. 

"You seem distracted, Smelly! What is it?"

"No, I'm ok Q. I was just wondering who will be the person I'll sing In The Closet with", I lied. 

"We'll talk about this when the time is right. Right now, we just have to pick the songs you want in this album. By the way, why did you name it after Dangerous?" Quincy softly asked me.

"Um, it's because of June" I nervously chuckled. "She kept saying how dangerous she was for me" I explained. 

"She really is your muse, I'm telling you!" Quincy giggled. 

"Yeah. She's actually the one who inspired me Can't Let Her Get Away and She Drives Me Wild" I admitted, smiling. 

"No kiddiiiiing?" Quincy said, faking to be shocked. "I thought your chimp inspired you! I'm so shock, Michael, oh my god!" he said, laughing at me. I playfully threw a cushion from the couch at him, and laughed along with him.

"Shut up!" I said, titling my head, still laughing. I got interrupted by my phone ringing in my jeans' pocket, and I excused myself to answer the phone outside the studio. When I looked down at the screen, I noticed it was June's mom. 

"Hello?"

"Michael! Oh Lord... You need to come the New York Presbytarian Hospital!", she said, crying. "June had an accident."

My cellphone slipped from my hand, and crashed on the floor. My mouth stayed hung open for a few seconds until I realized what I just heard. 

June had an accident.