My Life As Kelsey Bieber

Dont Hurt Me ~ Please?

Kelsey's POV:

My driver pulled into the parking lot of the mall. I climbed out and walked to Jamba Juice, where I was meeting Austin. I got in line and ordered my favorite smoothie, original Pink-Skittles smoothie off the Secret Menu.

"What's your name, hon?" the girl whose name said 'Delilah' on the name tag.

"Kelsey." I said.

"Are you Kelsey Bieber?" Delilah asks.

"Yeah." I answer.

"Do you go by Hayden, Bieber, or Mallette?" She asks.

"Hayden. But anyone works." I say.

"Okay! Have a great day!" She says.

"Thanks you too." I say.

I stand around the shop and wait for them to call out my name. While I wait, I spot a dark-haired boy with a red hoodie on.

"Austin!" I call.

He walks over quickly, and gets in line to get his own smoothie. Delilah was his server, and yet again did she have a double take when she served two celebrities in under 5 minutes.

"What's new?" He asks.

"Nothing exciting. How about you?" I ask.

"Just recording, sleeping, and eating." He says. I laugh.

They call our names and we grab our drinks, and start walking towards a table.

"So tell me, what happened after I asked you out?" Austin asks randomly.

"After dinner Peyton, Selena, Debby, Brooke, Laura, and everyone else went back to Taylor's place for a sleepover and that was all they could talk about." I spill.

He laughs. "That sounds fun." He says sarcastically.

"It was." I say. "Not."

Austin laughs again. Honestly, I didn't think I was that funny. But he's either faking a laugh or finds me hilarious.

"What music have you been working on?" I ask.

"I've just been in the studio kinda experimenting. How about you? I thought you were working on a album." Austin says.

"I am actually. Yeah, I started going to some studios and I found a label I like and I am almost finished with my first album." I explain.

"That's cool." Austin says.

"Yeah."

"Omigod! Austin Mahone and Kelsey Hayden!" A girl screams.

"Run!" Austin tells me.

We grab hands and start running to the exit, the screaming fans right behind us. Security stops them, and we run to the limo.

"Where do you wanna go?" Austin asks.

"Um, how about ice skating?" I ask. It's still March and it's cold in Canada.

"That sounds awesome." He says.

"St. Vincent Ice Skate Rink, please." I tell the driver.

"Sure thing, Ms. Hayden." the driver said.

At the ice skate rink, Austin and I payed for our skates. Actually, he paid while I insisted to at least buy my own.

We put on our shoes and walked out. When we stepped foot on the ice, Austin immediately fell.