Sorry Mr. Hollywood, Not Interested

Sorry Mr. Hollywood, Not Interested (Chapter 2)

Chapter 02 

I turned to the stranger behind me, about to shout back a comment on how he was the one who had walked out in front of me. But I froze.

The one person I despised the most stood in front of me just now. His blonde hair falling across his eyes, his dark blue eyes that shimmered in the disco balls light. I remembered how I use to think he was cute, he even use to go to my high school until he became this totally famous jack ass.

He smirked in an unattractive way, even if he was showing his dimples, and said "Hmm, I'd tell you to apologize but I see no point if I'm going to ask you to my dressing room." Winking at me he took a step closer.

Typical Trent, I knew this was his ordinary behavior. That's all the tabloids ever say about him, other than the fact that he's now the youngest Pop sensation to have made over a million dollars in the first 5 months of his career.

Smiling seductively I leaned in, putting my lips against his ear and whispered just over the sound of the music "In your flipping dreams." And with those words I stomped on his foot with my 3 inch heels. As he keeled over I headed towards the room that Lia had gone inside, I didn't get very far until a pair of strong arms grabbed me from behind, pulling me into what appeared to be a janitors closet.

"What do you think you're doing?!" I screamed at Trent, after I flipped him into the wall (thank god for Judo lessons).

He rubbed his shoulder which seemed to have taken most of the blow, but he didn't answer my question. Instead he just glared at me with as much venom as he could muster. I glared back with twice as much venom, smiling inside at my superiority.

Minutes (maybe even hours) passed and we continued to glare at each other, neither of us wanted to give in. It was as if we were on the same page. We both wanted to show that we were strong....even if we weren't.

Trent eventually gave in, looking away to aid his injured shoulder. Sympathy took over for my disgust of him and so I searched for a band aid which to my annoyance could be anywhere in this crap hole of a janitor’s closet.

Eventually I found one and I sat beside him, securing the band aid in place. "Thanks" he mumbled, seeming a little embarrassed by the whole thing.

"Sorry" I mumbled in reply, a little surprised that I had actually apologized to him at all. 

Was it just me or had Trent and I moved a little closer than we were?

His breath was tickling my cheek while his warm aroma filled me up inside. He stared into my eyes and I stared back, his dimples appearing as he smiled sweetly. My stomach was filling with butterfly's.....was I actually finding Trent to be.....adorable?

That's when the door opened.

And inside that doorway stood the man that even Trent wouldn't talk back to, let alone me.

There stood David Bowely, a very buffed out man who looked like he could squish me with his pinky finger. His brown curls were as wild as his dark brown eyes; it was obvious to me and Trent that he was higher than the empire state building. And worst of all.

David Bowely is Trent;s manager.

He smirked at us both and said "Well, what do we have here then?"

If I'm honest... I had no idea what!!

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That part was written by me Fran McMahon (fran-is-a-writer) the next chapter is going to bee written by Mera.

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