Saving His Rep

I have to WHAT?!

♫✯Athena’s P.O.V✯♫

“America’s bad boy, Liam Avery is said to be-…” The feminine voice rang out of the radio as I sat comfortably in the leather seats of my expensive limo. My face scrunched up into a screw formation and a vile taste entered my mouth at the sound of his name.

“Please turn of the radio.” I asked my driver, Mason, politely.

“Yes, Ms. Winters.” Mason said while cutting off the radio. I sat in complete silence while he drove me to my recording studio. It was in the morning when my manager called me up and told me to be at the studio at 12 p.m. sharp. He said it was an emergency. The tone of his voice didn’t make it seem like an emergency, but I agreed to come regardless. I had tweeted out to my fans that I would be going to my studio at 12, hoping to see them there. I love seeing my fans they make me happy. I love the look on there face when I give them my autograph or take a picture with them. It’s like it is the best thing to ever happen to them. I’m just honored people can actually look up to me I that way. I knew I must have been getting close, because I heard the chanting of my name and the screaming of teenage girls voices. As I pulled up closer, I realized my name wasn’t the only one being chanted. Liam’s name was as well. I guess he was here. I could hide from him forever, I mean, we are signed to the same label and we do have the same manager. My suspicions were proven correct as I saw the heavy amounts of red in the crowd. My fans and his fans were split up, as they should be. On one side was a crowd of screaming girls in all red, Liam’s favorite color, and on the other side was a crowd of screaming girls in all pink, my favorite color.  My driver got out and opened my door for me.

“Thank you Mason.” I said happily to the man.

“You are welcome Ms. Winters.” He said smiling before closing the door behind me and walking back to the driver’s seat. I walked towards the door signing as much autographs and taking as many pictures as I possibly could before walking into the building. I waited calmly as the elevator took me to the tenth floor. I sent out a quick tweet: I love my fan! Thank you guys for coming out to the Studio to see me. XOXO. As I sent out the tweet the elevator doors opened to see an awaiting Cassandra, my best friend and other half of our duet singing group.

“Don’t freak out.” She said linking my arm to hers and walking with me towards our manager’s office.

“Cassie, what are you talking about?” I said smiling at her seriousness.

“When you walk into that room, please don’t freak out.” She said sternly.

“Why would I freak out?” I asked laughing.

“You’ll find out. Please, just try not to break anything.” She said gripping onto my arm.

“Cassie, you’re talking crazy.” I said placing my hand on her shoulder trying to lighten her concerned mood.

“You won’t be thinking that when you walk into that room.” She said with a knowing tone.

“Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad. Now come on.” I said pulling her closer towards the door. I felt her stop and I looked at her. “What?” I asked confused.

“Nuh uh! I’m not going in there. I’m staying my ass right out here. I’m not going to take the chance of getting hit with broken piece of glass or, worse, a chair.” She said crossing her arms and planting her feet.

“Alright. Have it your way, see you when I get out.” I said smiling at her before walking into the room and closing the door behind me. When I turned around my breath got caught in my throat. My face went back into that screw position, that wretched taste re-entered my mouth, my teeth and jaw clenched so much I thought, for a second, they were going to break under the pressure. I snapped my eyes towards my manager, Mike, and producer, Josh, who both had extremely worried, more like frightened, looks on their faces.