Rivalry, hate and something more...

chapter 2

I sat on my plush couch, looking out my huge glass windows towards L.A. It really was amazing what could be seen from up here. I could see the palm trees swaying in the breeze and cars driving in the highways. But the best part about having huge windows in my living room was the view of the sunset. It was amazing! All the colours you could see without having a building in the way, it looked like a whole new world in the sky... Maybe that's why this house got my attention. 

"Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaccccceeeee." A high-pitched voice called. Kelly. I rolled my eyes and turned around in annoyance to find Kelly in a too-tight shirt and an extremely short skirt that barely covered her butt. I Had to admit she looked hot, but that was only her body. Her face was caked with makeup and to be brutally honest, she wasn't even pretty. Hell, she was actually ugly. What?, with her wide forehead, fat lips that were too big for her bony cheeks, she resembled a fish. A blonde fish with a smokin' body. 

"What's up?," I asked, turning around to enjoy the view once again.

"Weeeeellllllll, remember what you promised today?" she asked in a high octave voice. I shuddered and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. 

Even though my back was turned to her, l could imagine her with a perfectly manicured hand on her hip, chewing gum, and twisting a piece of platinum blonde hair in her index finger while she blew her bangs out of her eyes. Yea, she does it so much; I have it drilled in to my brain. Sucks, doesn't it?

"O....K.... What did I promise you today? We already did our thing, baby, what more do you want?," I asked as the images of what we just did just a few minutes ago flooded in to my mind: hot steamy sex. What can I say? Im a guy.

"Weeeelllllll, you promised to take me to the mall today." How typical. Always something to do with money. 

I sighed, “Well c'mon. We better go then." 

"Yaaaaaayyyyyy!," she squealed, clapping her hand while jumping up and down. 

Oh god. 

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"OH! Chace! Can you get me thease? Pleaseeee?." Kelly pleaded while doing the most hideous puppy dog face. Just imagine a dog with constipation. Yea... that’s pretty much how she looked like.

I nodded yes to her pleading and she, unfortunately for me, squealed and I literally had to urge to cover my ears and tell her to shut the hell up. “Yaaaayyyy! I love you Chace!" Sure you love me. You just love my money, bitch. I had the urge to snap, but then realized, I would replace her in a few weeks, so... what the hell. Let the girl have her fun while it lasts. 

We'd been at the mall for 3 hours - 3 freakin' hours! -  And all she did was pick the most expensive stuff, (not that I cared since it wouldn’t put a dent in my bank account), even if it was the ugliest shit. 

So, OK, I hate going to the mall, especially with Kelly since all she does is shop, squeal, gasp, squeal, ‘OMG’, squeal, and squeal some more.  Not only that, but she acts and pretty much tells everyone that I’m her boyfriend. I never, and I repeat NEVER, said or declared that she was my girlfriend. She was just someone with benefits. O.K, I sound like I don’t have  respect for girls, but I do! I really do! I mean c’mon! My mom’s a girl... well maybe a woman... but they have the same parts, so no difference there.  Getting off topic here. What was I talking about? Oh yes! Kelly. Yea, so how do you expect me to respect her when she can’t even respect herself?

Well that is the reason why I hate going to the mall WITH Kelly, but not why I hate it in general. (Personally, Kelly makes the whole experience worse for me.)  I Chace Channing hate the mall because of the couples. Ironic, huh? Me Chace the player, who is known to sweep every girl off their feet, hates couples? Maybe I hate them because I can never have that kind of true, deep love. The kind of love that takes over your being and fills your mind with thoughts of that significant other.

No. I can never have that. All girls want be for is money and popularity. The chance to say ‘OMG! I went out with Chace Channing!’  Even the girls that already have that, go out with me for publicity and simply to mess around, never taking my feelings in to consideration. Kelly on the other hand is different. I use her for my... pleasures... and she uses my credit card. So basically it’s a win – win situation. I get to keep my feelings and she gets to keep her stuff.

“Chaaaaaccceeeeee! Can we go to the foooood court? I’m hungry.”

No answer.

“Chaaaaccceeeee?”

No answer.

“Chace!” She shouted while stomping her feet. Gosh, that has to be the first time she didn’t whine my name.

“What?!?”  I snarled, annoyance seeping in to my voice. God. Can this girl shut up for 2 seconds?

“You’re not listening to meeee?”

‘How could I listen to you when there is a mob of screaming fans clearly chasing someone famous? And that famous person is not me?’ I almost shouted.

Almost.

But instead, I said, handing her a $50 bill, “Here, go to the food court and buy whatever you want.”

She looked like she was about to pass out of happiness.  Before she could squeal, I turned around and headed towards the chasing fans, which were currently not in motion.

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Now everyone knows who I am, since I am a famous actor and I like my privacy along with my safety. Everyone know that if you approach Chace Channing for an autograph or you simply just  walk in my direction, you will get tackled, even beaten up, weather you’re a crazy fan girl or a jealous guys.  How, you may ask, do they get tackled? Well by body guards of course! Remember what I told you about me liking my privacy? Well the body guards are there just not within hearing range or seeing range for that matter.  And because I had the comfort of knowing that little fact, I started to approach the mob of searching fans.

I put me shades on as I walked, and looked around at the shocked faces, the awed faces, the crying faces? And even the angry faces. While I was observing the reactions of the people, I caught sight of something or rather someone that almost had me rolling on the floor laughing.

Almost.  

Behind a large trash can, crouching on the floor, peering at the fans was none other than Michaela Daley.

I looked at the fans once more and looked back at Layla. She was hiding from them.

My already wide smirk got even wider as an idea popped in to my head.

This was going to be fun...