23 Twenty-Three

Dylan stared at them for a few seconds. He seemed to feel a mixture of shock and disgust as he looked at Bella's arms wrapped around Christa, "What the he11 are you two doing?!?" He yelled.

"What we do is none of your concern." Bella said calmly embracing a shaking Christa. She couldn't believe that out of all people, Dylan had walked in.

"Uh, actually I think it is! I came in here to ask you to ditch this loser and get back with me, and what do I walk in on? A full on make out session!" He approached Bella, fuming.

"I have a right to do whatever I want with my girlfriend! For the last time, Dylan, I'm not interested in you, so back the f**k off!" Dylan made an attempt to grab Bella and she kicked him in the shin.

"D@mn it! What's wrong with you? This little b!tch is just using you anyways, you'll see! When she runs off with your cash, you're gonna end up crying back to me!" A few photographers and assistants gathered at the doorway, alerted by the commotion.

"Oh, shut up!" Christa yelled suddenly, "Don't be such a douche! I love Bella for Bella, and I wouldn't care if she was the richest or poorest person in this godforsaken world!" She said out from behind Bella, and approached a startled Dylan, "We both care about each other more than you ever cared about her! She has loved me unconditionally for the past couple of months, and now it's my turn to return the favor. Throughout all my flaws and troubles, Bella was there! When I got stuck with a creep, guess who was there to help me? Bella! It's time for me to help her for once!"-she brandished her middle finger- "F**k off Dylan!"

He stood there, bewildered for a few moments. He had obviously not expected Christa to defend Bella in any way, "That's a load of bull!" He extended his arm to slap her, but someone grabbed it. Bella twisted his wrist and pushed it back, "Argh! What the he11!" He held his wrist in his other hand and tried to massage it like a wounded animal.

"Ha, I guess it doesn't hurt to have trained for a war, does it?" Christa looked at her, confused, "I'll tell you later." She whispered as several people made an attempt to calm Dylan down before he did something he would regret.

"We've decided to postpone the shoot." Said one of the men who had restrained Dylan, "Isabel, you can keep the clothes you're wearing, just go home and have a good rest of the day." Bella nodded and led Christa out of the room.

As they walked over to the car, Bella stopped Christa, "You know I love you, right? Is everything you said in there true?" Her voice shook slightly."

"I-I think so," Began Christa, "I think I might be in love with you." She looked over at a smiling Bella, "But, I don't know-if you don't want to then I-"

Bella leaned in and kissed her. Christa accepted her warm lips and let Bella pull her in closer. Bella's soft lips brushed gently against her own, and Christa didn't want it to end. Her chest filled with a warmth she had never felt before, and her skin was buzzing lightly with every touch, "What do you think?" Asked Bella, pulling away.

"I love you so much." A few tears of joy slid down her flushed cheeks, and Bella wiped them away.

"So,"-Bella embraced Christa softly- "do you wanna be my girlfriend, for real this time?"

Christa smiled, already knowing her answer, "Well, why not?"