Exception // Daniel Sharman

Chapter 7

Tyler, Dylan and I were all in the car. We stopped to get last minute breakfast at McDonald's and then continued heading to the set.

"Alex, did you see that episode of TMZ when they talked about you and Daniel?" Dylan asked.

"Yes Dylan, I did." I rolled my eyes. "Did Daniel watch it?" He asked.

"Yes Dylan, he did." I was annoyed. "Did you watch it together?" He questioned.

"Dylan shut up!" I yelled. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry." He apologized.

"Hey, why is there so much paparazzi in front of the set?" I asked, looking at the people crowding in front of the set with cameras and microphones.

"This isn't good." Tyler said, heading to the parking lot park his car.

"Just remember, if they ask you anything, just ignore them. Don't speak to them or do anything out of the ordinary." Tyler instructs.

"Okay." I nod. "I'll be in front of you, Tyler will be behind you. And what ever happens, just keep walking behind me." Dylan says. I nod as we start walking to the set.

As soon as the paparazzi saw us, they ran towards us.

We were flooded with questions like, "Is the relationship between Alex and Daniel real?" And "How does the cast feel about this relationship?"

I couldn't answer any questions. Like Tyler said, don't say anything and act normal.

But there was this one girl. I don't think she was paparazzi. She was trying to get my attention, but not in a nice way.

She yelled things like, "You slut!", "Stay away from my man!" And "He doesn't like you!"

That kind of hurt my feelings, but I kept the sadness inside and pretended like I didn't hear her at all.

We were almost there. We were almost inside of the studio, that's were the paparazzi couldn't go in, so they can't follow us anymore.

I was happy that we wouldn't be bothered while we were inside. But suddenly, the same girl that was yelling all of those things, pushed past the paparazzi to stand beside me. Then she poured the coffee that she had all over me.

It started dripping from my head, down. "Oh my god!" I yelled. Yes, that coffee was really hot.

I was about to go after her, but Dylan and Tyler pulled me back. "You can't do things like that. Not in front of the cameras." Tyler said in my ear, dragging me inside the studio.

"Are you okay?" Dylan asked me. "Well if scorching hot coffee being poured on you is considered okay, then I guess I'm great!" I yelled at him sarcastically.

"Ouch." I say to myself. The coffee was burning me. And it hurt like hell.

"Um, I think we need to find the set nurse." Tyler says. Tyler picks me up and throws me over his shoulder and runs to the nurse.

"It's really hurts." I tell the nurse. She let me lay down with some ice packs on the spots where it hurt the most.

After about 5 minutes, she asked me, "Does it feel a little better?"

"Well, kind of, but my arms still burn." I tell her. "Okay, what you need to do is take a nice cold shower or bath." She suggested, helping me stand up.

"You'll be okay, I promise." She says. "Thanks." I say before walking to my trailer.

"Hey Holland." I greeted her. "Hey, I heard about what happened, are you okay?" She asked.

"I'm fine, I just need to take a cold shower." I explained. "I'm sorry about what happened. People can get extremely rude sometimes." She says.

"Yeah, I think I know that now." I say.

"Would you mind tell Jeff that I might not be able to shoot today? And could you ask Emily to bring me some clothes?"

"Sure." Holland smiled.

I went into the bathroom and got in the shower. The cold water felt amazing on my skin. I touched my hair. It was super sticky.

I rinsed it with the water and washed it with some of Holland's shampoo and conditioner.

Just then, I heard the door open. "I've got your clothes." The familiar British accent said.

"I thought Emily was supposed to bring my clothes." I say. "She's busy." Daniel says.

I peer out the shower to see him admiring himself in the mirror. I giggled. He turns around and is face to face with me.

"I'm sorry about what happened outside." He says. "It's okay. I actually feel a lot better with this cold water." I explained.

He smiled and kissed me. "Mind if I join you?" He smirked. "Not at all." I smile. I put my head back into the shower and soon, he came in too.

We helped each other wash their skin and stuff, occasionally kissing and have small make out sessions from time to time. But nothing serious.