Rivalry, hate and something more...

chapter 3

Layla

I hid behind the trash can in hopes that the crowed of wandering, desperate fans, would not notice me. 

"What are you doing?", someone whispered in my ear. From the deep masculine voice I could tell (obviously) it was a  man or better yet, a specific man; Chase.

I whipped around and narrowed my eyes. "What are you doing here?" I whisper yelled.

He smirked. "What are you doing here?"

I narrowed my eyes further from irritation. "If you were smart," I gestured to the fans, "You would know. But clearly your not, and right now i'm too busy to enlighten you tiny, insignificant, little brain because clearly, i'm busy running from raging crazy fans, you stupid, blind, idiot." I huffed after my rant and turned back around to the fans. I could not believe it! They were right there in front of him!

Chace let out a small chuckle; oh the nerve of that ass! I whipped around. "Stop it", I hissed.

"No."

A deadly calm settled over me as I slowly, and purposefully, turned around to face him, with narrowed eyes. "What... did you say?" 

"No." He smirked - smirked! - and stuffed his hands in his pockets. 

"And why not?" I asked.

"Because, little Layla, those fans over there," he said gesturing to the fans with his hand, "should be after me. I mean really? I'm a way more successful that you and definitely have more in the looks department." He eyed  my baggy crop top and skinny jeans disdainfully. "It honestly boggles my mind how people run after you." 

 "Just when I though your sea of arrogance couldn't let any larger, you drop this bomb on me," I said shaking my head in absolute disbelief. It was like he couldn't comprehend the fact that maybe there  were people taller than him, smarter than him, funnier than him, better than him. It was like he lived in his own little bubble where everything was perfect, and he had people kissing his ass 24/7. 

He snorted, "It's not arrogance. It's fact." 

"Fact my ass! The only fact I see, no, know, is your an arrogant, good - for - nothing, attention seeking whore! Now if you don't mind, I would like to get away from those raging fans!" I screamed, at the end of my patience. I honestly didn't care that press and people would be chasing me down. Or so I thought. 

Immediately a fan screamed my name and with that came the others, all running in my direction. I heard Chace snicker behind me. "Nice going. I guess I'll be there at your funeral if you beg. Maybe i'll even give them a suggestion for you grave stone. 'Layla Daley. Beloved Daughter. Persistent rival. Death by stampede of loyal fans.' hm... not bad, not bad." He laughed at his own joke. 

I raised my eyebrows, "What? You think your safe?" I asked rehorically, a smirk playing at my lips. If I was going down, he was going down with me. 

"Yea, I think I am. No, I know I am. Body guards and all."

"Uh huh. Then your stupider than I thought you were. Even your body guards can't tase a hundred people, Chace. So, what are you gonna do? Let them trample you? Hm.. Maybe i'll come to your funeral. Maybe if you beg. On your knees. With chocolate."

"Never!" was his vemehent reply before he took off running, like the fires of hell were at his feet.