Why Romeo Hates Juliet (14 page)

“Excuse me,” the girl tentatively asked him. “Are you, Romeo Boyd, the actor?” Realizing that the young girl was a fan as were the rest of the curious onlookers, Romeo turned on his megawatt sexy smile for her and went into movie star mode. “Yes, I am,” he grinned. He’d been at this game for many years and actually had a reputation for being a genuinely nice guy to fans who approached him on the street. No matter how he was feeling at the moment - whether sad, glad or mad - his fans, the ones who paid the money to support his work, deserved the best from him at all times.

The young woman suddenly let out a high-pitched scream of excitement and brought her cell phone up. “Can you please take a picture with me?” she asked. A few other women in the group of onlookers also let out whoops of excitement and all of a sudden, a sea of cell phone cameras were brought up around them and pictures and video began to be taken by the crowd. Even a few of the nurses behind the front desk became giddy and approached.

Romeo took it all in stride and smiled for them as he let them take his picture and even posed with a few of them. Juliet, on the other hand, began to feel claustrophobic again as the people swarmed her, and not being able to leave Romeo’s side, she took cover once more behind his back.

‘Oh God, she couldn’t breathe,’ she thought, as she started to feel the crowd start shoving and pushing to get closer to their idol, and thus pushing her right up against the side of his body.

Romeo felt her plaster herself against him like a little kitten scampering for protection, and he knew that she was on the verge of panicking again as she had been when they’d been accosted by the paparazzi earlier. Concern for her raced through him and even though he shouldn’t be feeling this way about her, he couldn’t stop himself. Tommy and Sara had been relegated to the outskirts of the crowd and couldn’t help them, so he knew it was up to him to get this mob under control before things got real ugly, real fast and somebody got hurt, namely Juliet.

But he needn’t have bothered worrying about the crowd because they all heard a loud, shril voice scream out, “Romeo, baby!” coming from the hospital entrance and the mob suddenly parted like Moses parting the Red Sea. It was Carrie Ann and Kristen who had both just entered and they raced up to him.

Carrie Ann threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. “My god, Romeo, I was so worried when I found Tommy’s note at the house! What happened? Are you hurt, baby?” she cried, as she clung to him like a Titanic survivor to a lifeboat.

Behind her back, Romeo threw Tommy a glare, silently berating him for telling the girls where they had gone. Tommy gave him a shrug as if to say, ‘I had to let them know where we were, man’, just as his own girlfriend, Kristen, came to stand beside him.

With his free left hand, Romeo pulled off one of Carrie Ann’s arms from his body. “I’m okay, Carrie Ann. It’s nothing serious.” still worried, Carrie Ann pulled away from him to stare into his face to see if he was all right. “Why are you here? Tommy’s note didn’t say anything about what happened and when Kristen and I got home, we…” She stopped in mid-sentence as she noticed Juliet standing right up against Romeo’s side. Immediately, her jealous eyes narrowed dangerously on the other woman. “Who the hell is she?” she hissed at her boyfriend. Her glare lowered and she noticed that he was holding Juliet’s wrist. “And why are you holding her hand?”

“Technically, I’m not holding her hand, I’m holding her wrist, and Carrie Ann, I need you to calm down,” Romeo said, in his most cool and composed voice.

Carrie Ann’s feline eyes darted back up to his face. “Why were they asking me out there about your ‘new’ girlfriend?” she shouted, as she pointed to the paparazzi still stationed outside. Her voice went up a few more octaves as she screamed, “Who the fuck is this bitch, Romeo?” She pointed a perfectly manicured finger at Juliet.

“Leave her out of this, Carrie Ann,” Romeo yelled back at her.

Juliet, who’d been silent the entire time, suddenly felt her ire flash through her system like a bolt of lightning. “Who are you calling a bitch?” she shouted back at the bell igerent woman.

Carrie Ann saw red. Having just been taken aback by Romeo’s protective attitude towards this new stranger, she suddenly felt all of her woman’s intuition begin screaming at her that this could be a potential rival to her cozy setup with her A-list, actor boyfriend. She turned evil eyes on Juliet. “I’m calling ‘you’ a bitch, you slut,” she screamed and gave the other woman a forceful, aggressive shove to her shoulder.

Juliet was stunned, but never one to back down from a fight, she quickly gave as forceful a shove back to Carrie’s Ann’s shoulder as she’d just received. “Don’t you dare touch me!” she shouted at the blonde bimbo.

Romeo stepped in between the two women. “Carrie Ann, stop it!” he yelled, as suddenly all of the camera cell phones around them began videotaping the fracas.

Carrie Ann ignored him and shouted, “You skank,” at Juliet before grabbing a handful of her perceived rival’s hair and yanking with all her might.

“Owww,” Juliet yelled, before doing the same to the other girl, and within seconds, the two of them were throwing punches at each other with Romeo caught in the middle.

Carrie Ann was shouting obscenities at Juliet as she punched and kicked and pulled liked a crazed animal, doing everything she could to get at the other girl. Juliet protected herself as best she could, but she wasn’t one to go down without a fight. If someone hit her, she hit back; and she managed to get in a few good punches and hair yanking of her own, in addition to shielding herself from the onslaught with Romeo’s body.

Romeo, who was sandwiched between the two brawling women, caught quite a few of the punches and kicks that had been aimed at Juliet as he kept shouting, “Carrie Ann, stop it! Stop it!”

The crowd of onlookers kept filming the entire scene of complete pandemonium while all of the men in the room had huge, satisfied smiles on their faces - grinning from ear-to-ear - because they were getting to watch a genuine, real-live catfight between two gorgeous women.

The fight only lasted seconds before Tommy pushed through the crowd to grab Carrie Ann around her waist and drag her off of the couple.

Sara, on the other hand, grabbed Juliet and pulled her away from the other girl while several of the doctors came running out to try and help break up the fight, too.

But as the two girls were separated from each other, Carrie Ann threw one last punch, which by mistake, landed in Romeo’s other eye - the good one that had been spared from Juliet’s hit a few days ago.

He grunted with pain as his free hand came up to his right eye. “Shit!” he yelled out, bending over as he felt the familiar throbbing start shooting into his brain. “Fuck, man!” he yelled again, as he came back up, still covering his eye with his hand and breathing heavily with pain.

“You bitch!” Carrie Ann screamed back at Juliet, as Tommy, having picked her up, hauled her away towards the exit. “You better stay away from him!”

“Gladly!” a disheveled and out-of-breath Juliet shouted at her.

One of the doctors, Dr. Clayton, came forward and shouted to the crowd, “Okay people, the party’s over. Move back.” He pushed through the group and grabbed Romeo and Juliet by their arms, leading them away into one of the private emergency rooms off to the side. After closing the door, he led the couple, with Romeo still covering his new black eye with his free hand, to one of the examining tables.

“What the fuck, Juliet?” a furious Romeo suddenly shouted at her, as shards of pain continued to shoot out from his eye.

“Hey, I didn’t start this, mister, so don’t be yelling at me. Talk to your cheap, hooker girlfriend instead,” she shouted back at him, as she felt the adrenaline still coursing through her system. How dare he accuse her for that humiliating spectacle that had just happened out there!

Romeo shook his head at her audacity. “You may not have started the fistfight, but you sure as hell started this entire god-forsaken, degrading debacle from start to finish!”

“Oh, shut up and quit your whining! All men love a catfight anyway.”

“No - what we love is watching a catfight! We don’t love being caught in the middle of one!” he bell owed.

At that moment, Dr. Clayton came back up to Romeo carrying an ice pack. “Okay, let’s have a look at that eye Mr. Boyd,” he stated, with a glimmer of a laugh twitching on his lips. Romeo let his hand fall away and the doctor examined it with a little light. “Well sir, that’s going to match your other black eye beautifully within the hour,” he smirked, as he positioned the cooling pack over it.

Romeo turned to Juliet and glared, as he held up the pack with his free hand. “Wonderful. Two black eyes. I can’t wait to see my picture in Gossip World next week.”

Juliet lifted her nose up at him. “Excuse me, but I wasn’t the one who threw that punch.”

“Alright, you two.” The doctor interrupted their heated argument. “I’m going to take a look now at your predicament with the glue.” Another smile broke through his lips, but he quickly morphed it into a stern frown before continuing, “But I want you both to know that the only reason I’m seeing you now and not making you wait the fifteen hours is because your presence in my hospital is causing quite a distraction for everybody. We’ve got sick people here and we can’t afford to have a Holl ywood circus going on out there disrupting our operation.” Juliet was immediately apologetic. “Doctor, I’m really sorry about what just happened and I understand your position completely.” Romeo turned one incredulous eye at her as the other one was still covered with the ice pack. “Oh my God! You’re actually sorry for something?”

Ignoring him, Juliet focused on the medical practitioner instead. “Doctor, please, I’m begging you, release me from this bondage.” She lifted her wrist with Romeo’s hand still attached to it. “I’ve suffered enough tonight.”

“You’ve suffered? I’m the one sitting here with a block of ice over my face - once again, I might add.”

“Okay, let’s see what we can do,” Dr. Clayton’s lips twitched again before lowering his head to examine their glued appendages. “How did this happen, by the way?” He popped his head back up, with a questioning look at Romeo.

Juliet held her breath. Would Romeo tell him the truth? Would the doctor then be forced to call the police and would assault charges be pressed against her, landing her in jail yet again? Her heart started leaping out of her chest with fear.

Romeo had been watching her and he knew exactly what she’d been thinking. Yes - he knew that he had the power right now to blow her world apart, just like she’d done to him a couple of nights ago. And yes - he was enjoying watching the little witch squirm. She deserved it! But could he do it? Could he admit to the doctor what had really happened and get the police in here to have her arrested?

He turned back to the doctor. “You know how it is doc. It was a little sex game that got out of hand. Juliet’s a bit of a freak when it comes to foreplay.” He gave her a smug smile, challenging her to contradict his explanation.

Dr. Clayton turned questioning eyes up at her, waiting for her confirmation and she was stuck for a comeback. What could she say? That she had really assaulted him with superglue, causing injury to his person? That would be admitting guilt and she’d be arrested immediately.

She smiled at the good doctor. “Just like he said, it was a game that went too far.” The doctor nodded and lowered his head back down to their stuck hand and wrist. Juliet’s smile dropped and she glared at Romeo over the doctor’s bent back.

Romeo laughed softly to himself, knowing he’d just ‘stuck’ it to her again in some small way.

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It took a good twenty minutes for the doctor to finally separate them, having had to use special chemicals specifically designed to loosen that particular adhesive bond. While he’d been working on them, both Romeo and Juliet remained silent and when he released the last piece of attached skin between them, he heard Juliet mutter a big sigh of relief. Romeo just glared at her. Dr. Clayton then slathered a cream over her sore wrist and his red palm, and reassured them that by tomorrow the soreness and redness would disappear and they should both be fine. They each mumbled a quick ‘thank you’ before Juliet began walking to the door.

Romeo’s mouth curved into a wide smile as he watched her leave. “You can drive home with us in one of the SUVs, if you like - the one without Carrie Ann, of course.”

“No, thank you,” she coldly replied. “Sara and I will take a cab.”

“Okay. But I want you to think about something tonight when you’re all snuggled up cozy in your bed. You know all those cell phone cameras out there earlier? Well, I’d bet my last big movie paycheck that they all took video of our little catfight from all different angles and within the hour, they’ll all be uploaded to Youtube for the world to enjoy.”

Juliet’s mouth literally hung open in shock and she gasped. Oh no! Her fistfight was going viral and by this time tomorrow she’d be a laughing stock, caught in the middle of his tacky Holl ywood life. Damn him!

As she remained silent, the movie star continued to gloat. “And by the way, I’m having a huge beach party tomorrow with, oh, I’d say, fifty people plus? It’ll be an all day affair. You know, booze, broads and good times? You and Sara are invited to come hang with us. Just drop by anytime,” he grinned and watched as her cheeks turned bright red with fury.

Juliet was seething inside. Here he was, blatantly throwing it in her face, telling her that his partying ways were going to be turned up to an even greater notch just to annoy her. Not taking his bait, she turned and proudly walked out the door. As she left, she heard him laughing behind her back.

No - the war between them had not ended. In fact, it may have only just begun.

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It was three o’clock in the wee hours of the morning and Juliet couldn’t sleep. She’d tossed and turned for the past couple of hours thinking about all of the bad publicity that was going to hit her like a hurricane.

Getting up, she trudged downstairs and turned on her laptop computer. Connecting to the internet, she quickly went to the Youtube site and put in Romeo Boyd’s name. All of the latest videos about him popped up and sure enough, there were over ten of them already depicting the catfight.

“Oh no,” she groaned aloud, as she clicked on the first one and watched herself and Carrie Ann throwing punches and kicks at each other with him stuck in the middle. All of the audio could clearly be heard too, which consisted mainly of Carrie Ann screaming obscenities at her and Romeo trying to calm her down.

Juliet clicked on another video and watched the same scene from a different angle. This Youtuber had clearly identified her as the author, Juliet Soma, in the description box attached to the film, and on seeing herself correctly identified, she felt her stomach start churning with anxiety. What a mess this was turning out to be.

By the time Sara had gotten up a half hour later, Juliet had watched the clips over ten times already. As her little sister approached her carrying two mugs of hot chamomile tea, Juliet winced again as she watched yet another clip; this one had been filmed from over Carrie Ann’s shoulder.

She saw herself pulling the blonde’s hair and throwing a punch at her over Romeo’s arm.

“Not exactly my proudest moment,” she commented, as Sara came to stand behind her.

“Oh, I don’t know about that. Look at that great right hook you’ve got,” Sara pointed out, as she too watched the film.

The sisters looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all. Turning their eyes back to the screen, they watched as Carrie Ann landed a powerful kick at Romeo’s shin by mistake, and Juliet and Sara groaned out loud at how that must have hurt him.

“Oh wow, look at that shot,” Juliet giggled.

“He’s going to have a big bruise from that one,” Sara laughed.

They watched as Carrie Ann grabbed a handful of Romeo’s long, wild hair instead of Juliet’s, and yanked with all her might.

“Ouch, that hurt,” Juliet snickered again, as did Sara.

Then they saw Juliet throw a punch at the bimbo and it landed on the blonde’s jaw.

“Good one, Juliet.”

“Thanks, Sara. I did get some good ones in, didn’t I?”

Sara nodded. “You sure did. Look at what you did here! You practically pulled out her bleached blonde fake hair extensions.” The sisters looked at each other once more and burst out laughing, unable to stop for the next five minutes.

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