Stella's POV
I truly do not understand the type of people who willingly go to Coachella. I mean I was only here against my will because my brother threatened me with spending quality time together and unleashing a frog army in the backyard, but some people were here because they enjoyed it? They enjoyed being squished in the middle of 5 billion people, not being able to see the stage, breathing in hella dust and sweating among strangers in 100 degree weather? It didn't make sense to me. The first day we were there felt like a completely different world. I somehow ended up backstage with a whole ass Kardashian, a friend of Justin's, while we watched Blink 182, a band I didn't even realize I knew until they started playing and all of a sudden it felt like 2005. I was wearing these brown suede bell bottoms Ava had picked out, a pair of cowboy boots Ava insisted were peak Coachella fashion and a white crop top that was basically just a glorified bikini top that covered almost nothing. Ava's exact words were "if you can't dress like a slut at Coachella, when can you?" And I didn't even argue with her because if it was up to me I probably would've ended up on some "worst outfits of Coachella" list somewhere. When I posted a picture of my outfit on Instagram stories Louis dmed me telling me to put a shirt on, and if annoying him was the only thing I got out of this outfit it was worth it.
At Coachella, a lot of people camp. They set out their little tents and sleep in the dirt with their friends which I'm sure Ava would be all about, but that did not thrill me. Luckily I had my rich friend to show me how the rich people do it. He obviously had rented a house for us to stay in at night, but after Blink 182 we got some food and went to this literal tour bus Justin had on property with air conditioning and running water and everything. Luxury Coachella camping. He brought a few friends who I didn't know and who didn't speak to me and barely spoke to Justin. To be completely fair, I didn't speak to them either. As soon as we got to the tour bus I lay down on the couch and closed my eyes like I wanted to take a nap. I wasn't sleepy but I was tired. Overwhelmed. There were a lot of people at Coachella and being VIP had me separated from most of them but it was still overwhelming. Besides, talk of me performing with Kid Laroi tomorrow only got worse. So while we waited for the next artist we were trying to catch, Bad Bunny, I lay on the bus trying not to exist.
"Stella Tomlinson... Pete Davidson's new girlfriend right?" I heard.
Okay, I was up.
"Excuse me, what?!" I exclaimed, sitting straight up. Justin already had his head back laughing. He was talking to some dude I had never seen in my entire life other than in the background of Justin's life. I had never heard him actually speak directly to Justin.
"Yep, that's her, Mrs. Davidson." Justin teased.
"NO!" I exclaimed. Justin just laughed harder, and random dude pulled out his phone. Within seconds he had a picture of me and Pete Davidson on the porch at the mountain house. First of all I don't even remember ever being alone with Pete Davidson, but apparently I was and second of all, who took that picture? There had been no paparazzi our entire trip, someone who worked in the area must've been creeping in the bushes. But it got worse. The next photo was of me and FLASH holding hands on the snowboarding hill but for some reason people were saying it was Pete Davidson!
"I'm going to jump off a cliff, I really am." I whined, putting my head down on the table. If you had asked me last year how I would react to be Pete Davidson's rumored GF I would've thought it was the funniest thing in the world. Honestly it would've been my dream. Despite Ava sleeping with him I still would've gotten with him any day of the week if he asked, not that he would've because who the fuck was I? But now it was very plausible that I could be dating Pete Davidson. If I didn't know any better I probably would believe it too.
"If I were you, I'd take this and run with it. Nothing gets people talking like dating Pete Davidson, I'll tell you that." The random dude said. Random dude who only hung out with Justin for a clout, exactly the person who I wanted to take advice from.
