Being a Hollywood Actor's Girlfriend

Am I nervous or excited?

First thing first, I am not immature.

I am a normal seventeen year old. Not at all crazy and weird.

"Mum!Will I be able to make new friends?" I asked her for the umpteenth time since yesterday.

What?

Well, I had you believing me till the first sentence at least. You might have a doubt in the second sentence.

I know if anybody would have heard me asking this they would think I am a thirteen year old, and not seventeen. Not my fault if I like to be kiddish and playful.

Okay, I'll be honest with you now.

First thing first, I AM immature.

I am NOT a normal seventeen year old as I AM crazy and weird.

"Yes, my sweetie.You are such a sweetheart that everybody would be dying to be your friend." came a loving but faint voice from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes.

Hey listen, if you ever need to learn how to flatter people, just tell me. I'll fix an appointment for you with my brother. Consider it okay? You'll be getting expertise from the person who is best at it.

I know she is the sweetest mother in the world. I cannot think of even a single person who might have an ill-will against her. She loves me so much. She pampers me so much. And of course, she flatters me so much. But in the end I have to face the harsh reality. I have to accept that not everything is perfect in this not-so-perfect world. And neither am I perfect.

In the midst of this conversation, I forgot to do an important task.To formally introduce myself. Never mind, everyone does a mistake. So hi *reaches to shake your hand* Don't wanna shake? Still then shake it off. *takes over a mike* The name is Andrea. Andrea Ambush and I am a seventeen year old girl living in California. I know I don't act like a seventeen year old but that's just the way I am.

Also, I am a British girl. A mighty proud one too. Its been four days since I have left Britain and I am so used to hear things like 'Oooh British? I love British accents. How do they sound so lovely?' or 'Why do you pluralise math?' or even 'Why do you British drink so much tea?' My only answer to all these questions is I don't freaking know!

My dad was not getting a good job in the United Kingdom, so he decided to try out for a job in the States. My mom and me were living in United Kingdom and my dad in California since one year till my mom decided she just couldn't live without him any more. She needed his love.

My parents love each other immensely. They just cannot live without each other. Sometimes, I also think how it must be to be in love and to be loved by somebody.But unfortunately or fortunately, I don't have any boyfriend. And I don't need a boyfriend.

But boyfriend is not any major problem I am facing now. The main crisis I am facing is that I am so nervous about going to a new school, making new friends and whether will everybody treat me normally or not. But I guess forty per cent of my heart is even looking forward to everything here, like I am excited for it. New school. New friends. New teachers. New country. In fact, new continent. But the irony is these are only the things I am nervous of.

Will they accept me?How will I approach them?Will they like me? The list goes on and on and on.

"Andrea! You'll get late for your school! Hurry!" yelled my mom.

I quickly slipped on a pair of blue jeans and a red top with a shrug. I ate my breakfast which consisted of a sandwich and juice. I grabbed my bag and was about to go when i felt my mom slipped something in my hand, before kissing my forehead."Be nice and friendly." she whispered. I nodded.

I ran as fast as I could to the bus stop. Shit. The bus was already there. There was a queue of about ten students. I heard the engine of the bus starting and panic struck me. I can't be late for the first day of the high school. It would set a bad impression on the teachers.

I ran. Ran like my life depended on it.

By the time I sat in the bus, I was huffing and puffing. Shit! Not a good start to the day. I opened my hand to see what my mother had slipped in my hands and I was pleased to see a $100 note. I thanked her silently in my heart.

After a while I felt like all the students staring at me.I felt my cheeks redden. I guess they all could make out I was new and not one of them. I lifted my head up and glanced around in the bus.

In the first few seats, a few teachers were sitting. There was this old, fat, grumpy teacher with puffy cheeks putting on a bright red lipstick and then pressing her lips hard. She thinks she looks beautiful.Or she is trying to act as a young pretty lady.

Then there was a slim, tall, beautiful lady who didn't look a bit like a teacher because she was quite young. She radiated positive energy and I could almost feel her warmth here. I could bet she was a goof-natured person. I felt liking her immediately. Please make her my subject teacher.Except maths teacher.

And there was a strict-looking teacher who looked like she would tear us apart any moment.Rest of the teachers were not worth describing.

I don't know why I am so bad in maths. No matter how much i study, I always get bad grades in maths. It's just not for me. I remember crying before each and every maths exam. "Don't cry,darling.Y ou will do it just fine." my father assures me before every exam till date.

When I was over with the teachers, I glanced at the students. They all were sitting in groups and were enjoying themselves. There was a pretty girl, wearing an outfit of a cheer leader and wore a snort on her face. Then there was a boy reading a science book. And then there were some boys and girls chatting together. I noticed a black girl sitting in the bus too. She was obviously lonely with no friends. Like me. I thought to go and sit with her, to strike a conversation with her but then decided against it as I was too shy to do so.

I was still looking at everyone when a cheerful voice interrupted me."Students. We have reached the school. Kindly get down with discipline." The voice came from the pretty teacher. The bus journey seemed so short and yet so long. Was this a sign of nervousness or excitement? I got down from the bus and was standing before a huge gate with a sign reading

'Primrose High School Of California'

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Unknown's POV

"Are you sure everything is managed?" I asked with concern. The last thing I needed was everyone making fun of me.

"Yes, sir." The voice from the other end of phone sounded confident.

"And you talked with the school authorities?" I asked, to be sure of everything.

"Yes, I called and confirmed today only."

"I'll discuss plan in detail once we have the girl." I said, typing something in my laptop.

I heaved a sigh of relief. The time had come to put our plan into action. Quickly, I asked my driver to take to me the desired school. Hopefully, everything would happen as expected.

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Above is the picture of Andrea

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