One Shadow on the Wall One Coffee Cup (a Hunter Hayes Fanfic)

Chapter 10

I go on and do the thing that always makes me feel my best. I go on Twitter, and talk with Hayley. I vent to her about what's going on, and I'm so happy that I actually have a friend that listens. She takes in every word I say, eats it up, and responds right back. She's funny, and serious. Yet kind and wise. I'm so happy I have a best friend like her.

Hayley and I talk for hours, which feel like days, although I wouldn't mind talking that long with her. She is so much like me. We like all the same things, whether it be music, celebs, school, opinions, whatever. There's only a month until our Hunter concert together, and it's going to be the slowest month of my life. I click out of the Twitter app to find the girls texting in our group message.

Maddie: Shayna, Hunter Hayes was just talking about you on the news!

Lindsey: Yeah and we were in the background footage from the concert guys!

Christina: Yeah cool

Wow, way to not be sarcastic Christina. I feel like my life is turning upside down from all this Hunter drama. I just want it to be a part of the past that everyone can just forget about. Clearly not. Hunter is in Florida right now, so there's really no way of me contacting him, although I did get Sam's number, I don't want to drag anyone else into this. But now it's an exception.

My fingers are lighting, typing away like the wind.

Me: Hey Sam it's Shayna.

It takes him a few minutes to respond.

Sam: Hey Shay, what's up. I'm trying to find my phone to H doesn't see who I'm texting.

Me: Ok. Speaking of H, can I have his number? I still need to talk to him, but I'm going to give it some time.

Sam: idk Shay. How do u think he'll feel about that?

Me: idk, but right now idc! It's really important okay. And I won't tell him who gave me his number... promise.

Sam: Fine. Gtg bye Shayna

Before I exit out of the app, a contact attachment pops up in my messages, and it's Hunter's. I'm not going to call him right now, but it may come in handy later.

I find myself turning to my comfort location, my bed. It's pretty much been the one thing that I can always go to, from when I was a child until now. I can relax, listen to music, read, write, draw, whatever. This time, I pull out my guitar and strum some chords.

I find myself strumming a familiar tune, and it's funny because I can't make it out at first. I'm captured in a moment of time where I just can't think, and all I do is play. I start humming to the beat, and realize quickly what I'm doing. I'm playing Hunter songs.

Why can't I just get that boy out of my crazy head? He doesn't like me, and he's a celebrity that I'm never going to meet again. It's like me having an obsessive crush on Harry Styles and I think he would actually like me. My mind's just playing tricks and lies on me, and I can't set it straight.

I pull up twitter again, and quickly see my notifications blowing up. Apparently there was another interview that mentioned me as "Hunter's mysterious girl." Word got out as to what my name was, and people quickly figured out who I was, and people were questioning what our status was.

I decide to text Sam again so I won't have to directly speak to Hunter about this topic.

Me: Did you see the new interview on TV? People are jumping on me over social media asking my relationship with Hunter and some are sending me death threats until I tell the truth. They won't believe the truth!

Sam: Have you tried talking to H?

Me: Trust me, he's not going to want to speak to me. Especially about this.

Sam: Maybe you're right. Idk Shayna, maybe you should lie to the media.

Me: Yeah suuuuuure. I'm sure Hunter and his fans are gonna like that a lot Sam.

Sam: idk, just throwing ideas. Listen Shay, I have to go. We gotta show. Ttyl.

With that we both stop texting. I have no clue what to do about this situation. Just then, Hayley DM's me. She asks about the whole situation, and my own question seem to be about the same as hers. The whole situation is just killing me. I'm just lucky I'm not in Hunter's spot. The media can be all over me, when paparazzi don't even know who I am.

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