Baby Blue (Elizabeth Olsen)

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I'd arrived back in LA on the morning of the 29th, the day before we have the date that we planned. She still hadn't got back to me about her schedule, so I was a little in the dark about wether or not it was happening.

I prepared as though it was happening so quickly unpacked my stuff and took a little nap to shake off the jet lag; rest a little before I headed to the gym for a workout.

Today was supposed to be legs and bum but there was no way I had the energy for that, so instead I did back and arms, a session I've really come to love. I gathered my gym bag and gear and headed off to the gym, but along the way I noticed that people were taking pictures, that I still haven't adjusted too.

Every now and then I'll see a person taking photos and think 'are they taking photos of me?' but then I remember that I'm dating a celebrity and mind my own business. Sometimes I'd see pictures of me on some weird websites.

I was still a little scared that the paparazzi would find out about my past. I've thought about telling Elizabeth, but informing her that someone attempted to take my life isn't something I'm overly fond of doing.

What would she think of me if I did? I know that of someone told me that the last person that they were in a relationship with wanted to kill them, I'd think that's a pretty big red flag.

The only thing that is playing on my mind is the fact that if she heard it from me first it might be better than her finding out from others.

Despite those thoughts I made my way to the gym. I headed up the stairs to the changing room where I began to change into my gear. I put on some running shoes and the gym-wear.

As I was pulling my gym bra over my head I hear the door open and as I looked up I see that a man was walking through the door. 

"Hey hey hey man. Wrong changing room!" I yelled as I turned around quickly, making sure that he didn't see anything.

I think I reacted to late and he may have caught a glimpse of... the goods. "Oh my god I'm so sorry, I must have walked into the wrong changing room." He says, stood there like a lemon.

"That's great! Okay, you can leave now!" I shout, looking over my shoulder and adjusting my top.

"Hey you're that girl from the red carpet. The Avengers one." He says, still pointing and standing in the middle of the FEMALES changing room.

"Yep, that's me. Great you can leave now." I say, shuffling behind a wall, only my head showing. Thankfully the door opens and another woman walks in, immediately shocked when she sees the man staring at my floating head.

"Hey, this is the females changing room! Get out you fucking creep." She says bluntly. The man goes red in embarrassment and leaves the room with his tail between his legs.

"Oh my god, thank you so much. He just wouldn't leave." I say, emerging from the wall, fully clothed this time.

"Don't worry about it. Also, I should warn you, that guys done that a couple of times. He's like the gym perv. He stares at all of the women." She says, opening a locker and taking out her clothes.

"What? Why has he not been kicked out yet? Surely there's some rules against being a creep?" I say, putting my hair into a ponytail, since it always gets in my eyes when I work out.

"You'd think so. But it's just our word against theirs. And every time I've gone to report people staring, they've thought I'm crazy." She says, stepping into a swimsuit.

"And there's no cameras or anything? There's got to be someone who realises people creepy men here?"

"You'd think so, but they can't put cameras in here and the cameras out there won't pick up on where peoples eyes are." It's an obvious loophole that angers me.