His Little Deception

6|Avery Stirling

CHAPTER6|AVERY STIRLING

Waking up this morning was pretty hard for me. I haven't gotten up at six in the morning ever since college. Today I had to get up for makeup and hair apparently. They were already here when I opened my eyes since Quinn let them in before I was even aware. This book convention we were signing books and talking about the inspiration behind them

I never really had inspiration for my books. They were just scenarios and thoughts that were made up in my mind and I just thought they would be perfect on paper. Going to this event is something that makes me nervous but excited at the same time

Little me would be running around cheering if she knew I'd made it this far. When I was younger I thought I wouldn't even make it this far. The farthest I'd get was just planning and writing it never publishing or getting some recognition

Part of me wishes my mother could see this. I've always wanted her to notice how I followed in her footsteps even if she left me and my father for fame. My father never really liked the fame and money he just wanted a normal family

But when my mother began to get all of the attention she got from fans,paparazzi, news channels he got overwhelmed and they had a big talk about it. She loved him but she loved the world's overflowing love for her more. So she left

She left without a word. No letter. No goodbye. Not even a kiss on the forehead as we slept. Vanished in the middle of the night with all of her things. I hadn't noticed a tear fell until the makeup artist began to panic and grabbed a brush to fix it

"Are you okay?. I mean I understand something's wrong but please don't mess my hard work up, doll." she gives me a soft smile before gently kissing the top of my head

Such a sweetheart. She warmed my heart. My mother never really sympathized with me. And I guess when another older woman does it's hard not to feel seen. Quinn comes into the room already holding two coffees in her hand. And I'm thankful for my best friend

In so many ways she's shown me how much she cares. And I'm glad out of everyone it was her who came with me because if it was anyone else lord knows if we could get through the days together. "I'm fine, just some thoughts racing through my mind. But let's get going shall we?."

Quinn handed me my coffee before we left the hotel and made our way to the cab that was waiting for us out front. I thought we'd get a limo, but I have to remember I'm not that known just yet. Looking out of the window as we drive past a bunch of buildings I watch as a group of friends walk on the sidewalk playing around

"Reminds me of our group. I miss them already."

The girl next to me takes a picture of the group catching them all laughing and playfully hitting each other after swiping on her phone a bunch of times. When I open the message she sent it to the group chat where everyone immediately answered

"Jockey posse if we lived in LA and had no sense in fashion whatsoever." Hale says with a wink emoji. Arrogant asshole

The jockey posse is what we call our group since we have our hockey jocks and then us girls we decided to combine jock and hockey for one entire word and then add posse. It has a ring to it. And honestly I have a book that is currently drafted about our little friend group. But I have no idea if I should publish it for personal reasons

"Noah isn't much of a jock. He's an idiot." Valencia jabs at her boyfriend but she was telling the truth. Noah was seriously an idiot. And it's not a bad thing because he's hilarious

"If your best friend jumped off of a bridge would you jump too?." Noah asked in the groupchat making sure to add a dot at the end of his message. Seems like someone wasn't pleased being talked about by his girlfriend and bestfriend