Trapped

Chapter 2

Sam seemed to think that the minute he stepped out of the car, the world stopped revolving. I rolled my eyes as he strutted over to the building. The screaming girls definitely didn't cool his ego. "Sam I love you so much!" And "Marry me!" We heard as we walked into the building. The bulky men behind and infront of us were on full alert. I laughed as Marcus tried to make conversation with the bodyguards, who seemed to be ignoring him.

"Okay," The tallest bodyguard said. He had tanned skin and those F.B.I glasses that lead back to an earpiece. "You're going to be at a table with..." He nodded like someone was talking to him through the earpiece. "Sam Pepper, Caspar Lee, Phil Lester, and Jack Harries." He told Marcus and I.

"You," He looked over to Alfie. "With Dan Howell, Luke Brooks, Jai Brooks, Beau Brooks, Daniel Sahyounie, and James Yammouni." I glared at Alfie. Not because I was angry at him, I was just jealous that he got to be at a table with all of my favorite youtubers.

Marcus frowned and looked over to Alfie. Alfie looked just as displeased with the idea of being away from his best friend.

"Please follow me." The other security guard said to us. He lead us to a simple plastic table with a blue tablecloth and some pens. "Nothin' special but it's good enough." The security man said. "So we'll be charging ten dollars for an autograph, twenty for a picture, and fifty for a phone call." He said. "WHAT?" I screamed. He leaped back a bit at my sudden outburst. "You're charging people?" I asked. The security man nodded. "It's easy money." He smirked. "Get ready. Doors open in ten." He strolled away and I flipped him the bird behind his back. "Way to get all that pent-up anger out, Ashley." Marcus patted me on the back and sat down behind the table. Sam soon followed behind him.

I sat down and felt a cold hand on my shoulder. "Why haven't we met before?" I heard a South African accent ask from beside me. I looked up to we a dirty blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy with his hair styled up with a 'just got out of bed' look. He was pretty hot but he looked like the type of guy who didn't need his ego boosted. "I don't know," I replied. "Judging by your accent, it might be because of where you live." He did a one-sided smirk. "I'm Caspar Lee. Also known as Dicasp. I believe I've done a video with your brother before." He smirked again. "I'm not surprised. Lots of people do videos with my brother." I said as politely as I could through clenched teeth. Something about this guy irritated me. "I think we should get together some time." He smirked. "Oh sorry. I'm a lesbian." I lied smoothly. Caspar blinked and shrugged then turned away.

Marcus looked over at me and showed me a friend request on his Facebook. "Isn't that one of your ex boyfriends?" He asked me, completely oblivious to what I just told Caspar. "Umm...Yea." I replied shamefully. Caspar looked at me and smirked. "So, you're not gay?" He asked hopefully. I scoffed. "I could be bi, you know." I snapped back. "Well that means you like guys too." He smirked. "STOP WITH THE FUCKING SMIRK." I yelled. He flinched back. "Haha," I laughed nervously "Sorry, I have a short temper." He did a half smile and gave me a piece of paper. "Wha-" I cut myself off as I saw a seven-digit number on a piece of paper with writing that said 'Caspar <3' at the bottom.

"Umm...thanks?" I said hesitantly. "Anytime." He whispered in my ear. I ignored him as the security guard announced the final call for the tiniest shred of freedom that we might get before our eardrums bursted from squealing people.

Some people think there are only fangirls but they'd be surprised at how many fanboys there were.

It looked like world war three was beginning.

All I could see was aggressive, screaming people with pens and paper. Their cell phones out and waving around.

The first person to get to the table was a girl maybe a couple years younger than me wearing a Justin Beiber t-shirt and had her hair in pigtails. "Caspar!" She squealed. Caspar smiled and gave her an autograph.

A fanboy walked up to me. He was wearing my fan base name shirt. It said 'Teach me how to dougie, bitch.' "Oh my gosh it's Ashley Butler! I'm totally a Dougie!" See, Douglas was my middle name and I was quite popular for my dougie so...Dougie fit. "Can you please call my best friend Jaimie? She loves you. How much?" He pulled out his wallet. I looked around to make sure security wasn't looking. "It'll be our secret." I whispered in his ear. He smiled gratefully and gave me her number.

It only rang twice before she picked up. "Hello?" Asked a cute voice. "Hello is this Jaimie?" I asked. "Um..yeah. Who is this and why did you call on a blocked number?" She asked curiously. "I'm your sexy stalker." I quoted from one of my videos. "Hahaha." She said plainly "Who are you and how much did Justin pay for you to pretend to be Ashley." She asked with humor in her voice. "Actually," I replied honestly "He didn't pay me anything." I heard a few things rattle then a distant scream. "Is that really you?! You're so freaking awesome!" She squealed. "Haha thanks." I said "You're awesome to." She squealed again. "Well I don't want to keep you held up." She said sadly. "Aw, you're not keeping me held up! I should probably go though. How about you give me your Twitter, Facebook and Instagram, and I'll follow you on them and keep your phone number?" She screamed and quickly gave me all of them. "Thank you so much!" She squeaked. "Stay awesome!" "Bye!" She smiled into the phone. The boy -Justin- got an autograph and a picture then thanked me for calling his friend.

The whole time I didn't charge anyone anything. I'll probably get in shit about it but I don't really care. I was actually surprised at how many fans I had.

"That day was too long." I groaned as I flopped onto the bed. "Aww" Marcus comforted me "If today was bad, just think about tomorrow!" I groaned again. "8 am to 10am is Youtuber breakfast," He read off the list. "12 am to 2pm is capture the flag with the fans, and five is that party thing the kanoodle lady was talking about." He said clearly trying to annoy me. "Fuck this shit. I'm going into hibernation." I rolled over onto my pillow and passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.