Fame High

wake up

"Hey, wake up."

"Mrrmph." I gripped my pillow tighter, snuggling into my bed. My body would have melted into the comfy sheets if it could. I mumbled, still half asleep. "Fav mu mneets."

Shove!

I gasped as I got pushed off the bed and landed on the ground, hard. I moaned in pain.

But I wasted no time to seat up, bringing my knees to my chest sluggishly. My hand clutches against my tee-shirt area that was above my heart. I was sweating like a pig through my shirt. It felt like I was falling down from some high building, making my heart beat rapidly at the falling sensation. The sensation felt like the one I used to get when I swung on a swing. I felt... like I was about to die with the instant pick up of heartbeat. I rested my head on my knees, sniffing as I closed my eyes to sleep again. I was too tired to handle anything. I just fudging hate whoever did this shit. But I was used to this. The boys disturb me all the time in tour, especially when I sleep in. I learn to sleep through it.

I just want to go back to.. Mmn.

"What in the sentence 'Hey, wake up' don't you get." There's the voice again.

I used all my energy to raise my head slightly and put my index finger to my lips and shush the meanie voice.

"Nice giraffe boxers." The words made blush creep up to my cheeks.

What the fuck...

I wiped my face with my hand, wiping drool from the corner of my chin. I rubbed my eyes, my vision blurry at first but then cleared after a while.

It was Avril, twirling my giraffe boxers in her hand. Bloody hell. I quickly stood up and snatched it from her.

"Don't you have any shame?" I returned it to my underwear compartment on the drawer. My while neck was red in embarrassment. "Have you no respect for privacy."

"Meh, apparently not." She smiles which made me even more shy now. I adjusted my sweats that was on me so nothing was for show. She stifled a giggle. "But you are awake now."

I grunt, but a little smile couldn't help but form on my lips. She was cute when she giggled. Oh wait. What was she doing here?

"What are you doing here?" I yawned, crossing my arms across my chest. I ran my hand through my hair and put all my body weight on my left leg. She wasn't suppose to be in the guy's dorm.

"It's Saturday." She says, in a duh tone.

"And it's 5 a.m." I whined, looking at my clock on the table.

"You don't want to here in the campus when the fangirls awaken." She explains. "All the celebs escape on weekends, return on Mondays. I usually stay here. No where to go I guess."

"Why?" I'm still confused. Why would they leave?

"You know how you get surrounded by all the fangirls during recess?"

"Yeah?" I shuddered, I felt so closed up by them that I felt like puking. I was nervous as hell, I had to control my panicking and I felt claustrophobic. I would do anything to- "Oh. Yeah. I understand."

I understood. They needed space.

"Anyways, I heard that they're planning to come at 6am here to try to hang out with you. We gotta pick up the pace if we are to escape this hellhole." She points at me, ordering me to change and get ready. She smiles wickedly. "I know a perfect place to go."

"Where?" I looked at her, curious. And a bit scared.

"Won't say." She shakes her head. She folds her arms, walking out. "Meet me outside the block later when you're done."

I nod, grabbing my toilet supplies and towel to head for the toilet immediately. I don't think I can be surrounded by people, especially the kind where they make a circle around me, squishing me and making me feel violated.

"Oh yeah. Thanks for helping me escape." I smiled at her. She was thinking about me. Dare say, she actually cared.

She's already outside the door now, back facing me. She shrugs. "Whatever."