Chapter Seventeen: Paparazzi and Fans
Fear. Fear is something you can't learn, but be put through. Fear isn't exactly a luxury, but a nightmare in reality. Actually, in that exact point in time, Beatrice was paralyzed in fear.
Threats were thrown and yells corrupted the easy silence of the Los Angeles traffic as the paparazzi and fans located where the two were eating. Looking out at the crowd, Beatrice knew she wasn't wanted. It didn't take a genius to figure out why not.
Hayes looked afraid himself. Being spotted with a girl the paparazzi know somewhat about, but the fans are still lingering behind on that one, brought assumptions. Mostly false assumptions.
The fans and cameras hovered around Beatrice and Hayes, screaming, pleading for pictures, yelling at Bea to leave the boy alone. To the least, she was terrified.
She wasn't popular in school, but she was never hated. Beatrice got around with people pretty nicely and this feeling of rejection made her pulse pound in her skull.
No matter how hard she tried to worm her way out of the crowded circle, she was either blinded by another flash, pushed back in, or unable to find another way out.
"Hayes," she whimpered, clutching onto his arm. She knew it was a bad choice when the riot became louder. Immediately, she let go of him.
He grabbed her hand, trying his hardest to
worm them away from the crowd and out of attention, "I'm trying, okay? Just hang on a second."
She nodded, deciding to keep quiet and lay her head low.
"Hey!" Hayes shouted, his arms wailing up, detaching from Beatrice's hand. The crowd slowly, yet not very, quieted down, "can you guys please let us go? I'll give pictures, autographs, anything! Beatrice is feeling uncomfortable and I'm not sure I like that."
The way Hayes talked about Beatrice made her cheeks warm and her heart race, but it wasn't a big deal.
The crowd became intense, once again.
"Who's Beatrice?" "Where did she come from?" "Are you seeing her?" Questions revolving around Beatrice sputtered into the open, making her cringe at the amount of spotlight she was receiving. She was still an closed shell; Hayes was trying to clamp her open slowly. This wasn't going to work.
"So what if I am seeing her?" Hayes pushed, grabbing a pen from a fan to sign her phone. When he gave the phone back to her, she continued to flash pictures and try to get a picture with him; resulting in pushing Beatrice to the ground.
Hayes groaned, pulling Beatrice up and giving her a tight hug whilst making sure she was okay in the process. As for Beatrice, she was still paralyzed.
"That's it," Hayes announced, shoving his way through the crowd. He dusted himself off when the two admitted safety, "take this as you please, but I'm leaving for a while. Until you can handle yourselves and leave my personal life out of this."
He was raging and if metaphors were real, he'd have steam rolling out of his ears and a face as red as a tomato. Either way, he was close to blowing his top off.
Beatrice was being pulled behind him, her adrenaline pumping, but she still struck frozen. For some fairly odd reason, she believed that it was her fault.
Beatrice began to believe that the fans' drastic encounter, the major riot, the storming off, the pushing, shoving, everything was her fault. She made herself believe that every fan that had saw Hayes and hoped for an autograph was to never meet him again because she was the reason why they left; but she wasn't.
It wasn't even this encounter that made Hayes finally bubble over. For the past few years, nearly every place he went held a riot. He wouldn't mind meeting a few fans and posing for the cameras, but this was out of control. It just so happened that this one was enough to make him finish.
Hayes held the door of a cab open for Beatrice to slide into, him following in suit. Silently, Hayes leaned over the small wall that separates the front from the back, showed the driver his phone, and whispered very quietly. Usually, Beatrice would be buzzing in curiosity, but still, she stayed in her shocked state.
It was when Hayes slung an arm around her shoulder and gave her a tight squeeze when she snapped back into reality. Her cheeks began to heat up and she seemed to remember how hot these clothes were making her.
"I'm sorry about that," he sighed. He rested his head upon her shoulder, her head laying on his soon after. Hayes was baffled at the way his fans treated her. The once heartwarming pleasure he felt towards his fans was replaced with shock and perhaps fear.
"It's okay," she reassured. The event played itself back in her head and her heart warmed, "so you are seeing me?"
Hayes shrugged his shoulders, hiding behind the thin braid she still had laying on her shoulder, "after the stuff I have planned, I was hoping."
This made her head start spinning; in a good way. She finally found a boy that had caught some interest in her, and she didn't mind saying she had caught feelings for him as well.
"Well, try to woo me
then, Grier."
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