Second Star to the Right

Chapter 10- All the Attention

It’s been a week since my graduation party. Today, I was going shopping with James.

So far, there’s been nothing wrong with our new relationship. We’re going strong. But since I’m considered “famous” because I’m Simon Cowell’s daughter, we haven’t made it public yet.

Once the word gets out, I’m worried he’ll get a lot of attention, and some might not be so good.

Anyways, since my party, I haven’t talked to my dad. He knows I’m mad at him. I think I made it pretty clear when I hung up on him. And he keeps calling Jordi and trying to make her talk to me. I just hope he realizes that I won’t tolerate this. You may say I’m being selfish, but he has to learn that girlfriends will come and go. Jordi and I will be there forever.

After finishing my breakfast, I got up and put my plate in the sink.

I went to my room, took a quick shower, and got dressed in a floral romper, nude wedges, gold bangles, and matching earrings. I airbrushed my hair and made somewhat smoky eyes and grabbed my brown shoulder bag and Aviators. (External link for outfit)

And right as I was finishing getting ready, my doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it, Marta!” I called to our maid.

I rushed downstairs and opened the door. As expected, James stood there. He was actually looking really good today. He was wearing a black leather jacket, lightwash front jeans, a pair of black Aviators, a red hoodie underneath, a pair of bright red Nike Air Foamposite One basketball shoes, and a Chicago Bulls snapback.

“Hey, babe, ready to go?” he asked.

“Yeah, we can take my car.” I replied with a friendly smile.

He nodded and we intertwined our fingers together.

We got into my black Bugatti Veyron 2013.

Soon, we arrived at the mall. We parked in the back parking lot in case the paparazzi came. We snuck in through the back ways, trying to get as little attention as possible. Luckily, the mall was an outlet mall, so not everyone was crammed together. That’s less likely a chance of me getting recognized.

I grabbed James’ hand and we walked side by side.

“Where do you want to go?” James asked, smiling down sweetly at me.

“Um, how about we go to Jack Wills?” I suggested.

“Let’s do it,” he smiled happily.

We walked into Jack Wills. We were just looking around when this girl of about 15 years came up to me and tapped my shoulder.

“Um, excuse me.” She said. “My name’s Kate. A-are you Sammi Cowell?” she asked, and I could tell she was nervous.

“Yes, I am.” I said quietly, worried other people would hear.

“And you’re the Simon Cowell’s daughter?” she said a bit more confidently.

“Yeah, I suppose. It’s not a big deal, though.”

“Can I get your autograph?” She asked, handing me a sharpie and a notebook. Sometimes I wonder if people just carry stuff like this around randomly.

“Sure,” I said, signing my signature.

“Thank you, Sammi!” She said, giving me a side hug. And with that, she skipped away to her friends.

I sighed deeply.

“What’s wrong Sammi?” James asked me. Now, we were walking to Starbucks for some coffee.