I went to school and I saw Katrina. I sighed. Then a weird thing happened. Jonah walked up to her and kissed her cheek. I just walked the other way to class. I sat down and she was there. "Hey! William!" She called. "What!" I snapped. "What's up with you?" She asked. "You are. Katrina, you led me on, and now your all buddy buddy with Jonah. So I think I should be asking you what's up with you." She looked shocked and sad. "William, Jonah is my cousin. He was helping me around school, because you were being a jerk. So yeah. That's what's up." She was so mad. "Oh. Sorry. Can we start over?" I smiled. "I would love to." I chuckled. "Hey, what's your name, love?" I asked, again. "Hey, it's Katrina." I laughed. "Hey, Katrina. Will you go on a date with me?" She smiled and nodded. "What about your dad?" I asked. "He can suck it up." I laughed. "And Jonah can cover for me." She said mischievously. I got mad when she said his name. "It's okay. I won't get in trouble, trust me." "I do trust you. It's him I don't trust." "And why is that?" "He stole my ex girlfriend from me. We were best friends until that. We did everything together, since diapers. We were attached at the hip for years." I finished. "Wow. So, your the famous William Tomlinson?" "Shhh. Here my name is William Mitchel. So yeah." "Why?" Great. She'll fangirl if I tell her. "You know who One Direction is?" I asked scared. "Yup. Harry, Liam, Niall, Zayn, and Louis? Right." Dang she's a fan. I'm dead. "Do you know their last names?" "Yup. Styles, Payne, Horan, Malik, and Tomlinson." Her face looked like a bells were going off in her head. "Y-y-your Louis' son? Who is you mom?" I gulped. That's a story right there. "Taylor Payne. Yes Liam's little sister." She looked like I was lying. "Oh. My. God." Was all she said. "So wait your famous?" I nodded. "In a way, yes. But not as famous as my parents. Fame is just a word that describes noticing someone. Well that's my definition. I hate it honestly. Everybody wants something from me. That or paparazzi is following me." She sat there with her mouth in a shape of an 'o'. I laughed. "How do you pit up with it?" She asked. "I ignore it." "Oh."
