𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐚 // 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

' paparazzi '

Jenna's pov ::

I took a quick glance out from the window in my hotel room, immediately getting anxious over how many they were. The paparazzis. They always make me anxious, even though they use to be pretty kind. But I can't get the scarier moments out of my head. Like outside the met-gala, where people would pull me against them to take pictures or to basically force me to sign something of theirs. I do not call those people real fans. Which might be seen as wrong, since everyone fangirls (or fanboys) differently. They all have different ways to show love, you know? But I just find those people greedy. Like they feel free to PULL me to get something that they want. It makes me extremely uncomfortable.

My leg bounced up and down while waiting for my girlfriend, y/n, who was getting ready next door. We were going to a event together, since I invited her to come.

"How do I look?"
A familiar voice calmed me down a bit, as my girlfriend appeared in front of my eyes, spinning around to show her perfect dress on her perfect body.
"I think you look just gorgeous, baby"
I replied, before she walked over to me to sit down in my lap. I grabbed her waist and brought her in for a loving kiss as she wrapped her arms around my neck. The kiss lasted for a moment, before I pulled away, stroking over my girlfriend's back. She smiled softly, before getting up while grabbing my hand, pulling me up with her.

"We gotta go. The taxi's outside, I got the message like, just now."
I nodded nervously, before we left the hotel room and locked it behind us. I held onto her hand the whole way, as my anxiety started to get worse and worse for every step that we took towards the lobby.

As we got there, the paparazzi began to shout after us like animals, and I squeezed her hand tighly as we passed the doors to get to the receptionist. Every VIP-guest had to let the hotel know if they were leaving, even though they were not checking out. And I guess I am a VIP-guest.
"Jenna Ortega. We're leaving for the gala."
I spoke, still holding a tight grip onto y/n's hand, as she stroke her thumb over my palm.
"Yes. Your taxi is waiting for you."

We nodded and smiled at the woman behind the reception, as we turned around to leave the hotel, and that's where my anxiety made the most noise. My heart started beating and I felt nauseous. There was A LOT of paparazzi out there, and they were already hungry for photos and answers.

"Jenna!!! Is that your girlfriend?"
"Jenna over here!!"
"Jenna who is that?!!"
"Jenna!!! You look so beautiful"
"Jenna!! Sign this!"
"Jenna pose!!!"
"Jenna!!! Do you love anyone??"
"Jenna do you not have time for your fans??"

I looked over at y/n, who tried to get past the big group of people as quickly as she possibly could, holding me protectively as we pushed through.
"Y/n I don't want to do this.."
I whispered as someone grabbed my arm, trying to shove me into a picture frame. And that's when y/n got enough already. She put her arm in front of me as I grabbed her waist, hugging her softly for comfort, as she shouted:
"Thank you all for taking your time to come here today but me and Jenna are in a hurry to make it to our event."
Then she grabbed my waist and led me to the taxi as she opened the door for me. The paps obviously followed us, as they had completely ignored y/n's words, but at least we were safe from everybody, and that's what counted.

Y/n hopped into the car and sat down next to me, as I planted a slow but long kiss on her lips.
"Thank you baby."
I whispered after I pulled away. Y/n stroke my cheek and replied:
"Your welcome."
Before the taxi left the parking lot, driving towards the place where the event was going to be held. I feel so safe with this woman, and I am going to make her feel safe too, whenever she needs it.