The Dream Chaser

T W E N T Y O N E: Is that jealousy that I smell?

T W E N T Y O N E: Is that Jealousy that I smell?

It had been longer than a month, and things still didn't look good for my hair. The only change I could see, was that my roots were brown again, and the dye had probably faded a bit, but I couldn't see that. You're probably wondering, why don't I just redye it? Well, that's simple. I don't want to mess up my hair even more, since it has enough split ends already. I'm gonna get a haircut as soon as the dye has completely disappeared.

And I hadn't taken revenge for it yet, because I still didn't know exactly what I was going to do, and how I was going to do it, but it was going to be bad.

As for the paparazzi, they leave me alone most of the time, because there have happened other things with other famous people, that they are more interested in than in me. I was extremely grateful for that, because as a result of that, the hate comments have slightly died down too. Most of them didn't bother me, but there had been a few that reminded me of things I'd rather not be reminded of. Those were the comments I screenshotted, and read over and over again, just to torture myself, even though I didn't want to do that. I didn't get it. I didn't get why people would send messages to a person they didn't know, just to hurt them on purpose.

Yeah, I had come across some of those messages.

Brad didn't know though, because he'd probably get mad at his fans. I think he knew that I was getting some unpleasant messages, but not that I took them seriously, so I just didn't tell him.

And today I was meeting his other friends, the ones he was in the band with. Bradley said they all stopped going to school so they could put all their time and effort in the band (I didn't even know that was legal), but Brad didn't want that, because the band wasn't going to last forever.

"Why can't I meet them in a month, like, when my hair is brown again?" I asked as Brad pulled me towards his car by my hand. It wasn't like we were together or anything, so why would I have to meet all his friends now?

"Because", he started, I talk about you a lot when I'm with them, so they want to meet you."

I groaned, "But you never talk about them to me, so they aren't that important that I have to meet them already, right?"

"Sorry Brooke", He said, twirling a lock of my hair around his finger, "They are expecting us now, so we can't cancel anymore."

"But I don't even know their names."

He rolled his eyes and unlocked the car door, "I told you last night."

"I wasn't paying attention last night", I sighed, sitting down.

"Then you just have to pray that they introduce themselves, and that you can remember their names afterwards."

I looked at him annoyed, "You can tell me now, you know."

He gave me an amused half smile, "Why would I? I mean, there's a high probability that you won't be paying attention, just like last time, so I'm just going to let you suffer."

"Whatever", I scowled, "I'll just look them up."

So the rest of the ride, which wasn't that long, I looked up who Brad's band mates were on my phone, hoping that I'd be able to remember it long enough.

There was Micheal, the drummer of the band. He had light brown hair and blue eyes. And beautiful arm muscles. Then there was Blake, the guitarist, who had light blond hair and green eyes. He was one skinny guy. And lastly, you had Ross. He played guitar too, and he was a black haired guy with brown eyes.

After making sure that I had the right name coupled to the right appearance, I looked up at Brad, "Micheal is hot."

Brad frowned, "Why would you share that information with me?"