Famous

27

I rushed out to the table where Sara was still sitting and flicking through some messages with someone.

"We need to go," I cried.

"What? We just got here?"

"Either you come or stay here! I don't care!" I yelled in a rush. I collected my bag and checked my phone. After Tristan kept messaging me earlier today, I put it on silent so I wouldn't wake if he decided to spam me again. Damn.

There was ten messages all from him.

He was asking when the date was, where it was, where I was at that moment, what time I would be there and how I was getting home.

I pressed the call button and raised the phone to my ear as I began to push in my chair and rush out the door. Sara was quietly following me, unsure as to what was happening. She probably thought I was going to turn into Hannah Montana or something because of the rush I was in.

I explained everything to Tristan and he was understanding, thankfully. He sent a limo to pick Sara and I up, which was no use since I had Jeremy's car. I paced back and forward in the place as Sara watched on.

"What's going on?" she asked. I turned to her and felt as if I could bite her head off.

"Nothing. Don't worry," I said as I kept checking my phone. I realised that if we walked to the corner of the street, the sooner the limo would get here, the sooner Sara would get dropped off at home and then the sooner I would be on my date.

"Come on, just walk to the corner."

"Is everything okay?" she asked. I didn't really want to tell her about all the Tristan drama, so I just wanted to avoid it for now. We walked to the street corner at a rather fast pace. When we reached the end of the wide pavement I stood against the traffic light post and closed my eyes.

I didn't want Sara to get involved in all this drama. That was the last thing I needed right now. My own parents didn't even know. It was just Tristan and I.

Suddenly, as if it was out of nowhere – a swarm of paparazzi came running towards us. I felt my jaw drop as I looked around for the limo that was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey! Brunette! Over here!" one yelled out to me. I hid behind my bag.

"I think they mean you?" Sara smiled and began getting closer to me and smiling at the cameras. Did she think this happened every day in Hollywood?

"Don't. Get away from them," I hissed. One physically pushed me into the light of the camera flashes. Tears flooded my eyes as I tried to push past them. The limo was coming up the street. Sara pulled me towards her and smiled at the cameras.

"What are you doing?!" I yelled at her.

"They're just friendly..." she smiled as another flash went off.

"Are you that stupid?" I groaned and shrugged her off me. The paparazzi got closer and one kicked me in the shin. I was knocked to the pavement as they kept taking photos of me. I could imagine the headlines tomorrow.

The limo pulled up and out Tristan jumped. Before I knew it, he lifted me into the limo and lay me down on the opposite seat to him. The door of the limo was closed and we were off. Except for Sara. She was still on the street, free for paparazzi to ask her any question they pleased, about me.

We had to go back and get her.