My Life With A Celebrity

SPAS & FAINTING

As if, he'll probably gag once he looks at me. I look like a hobo, on some type of goth protest(Yea I know, the joke isn't funny, DEAL WITH IT!).

Anyways my, I mean the Greek god turns around with a polite smile "Hi, I'm Dylan, need any help", he says with his deep, hypnotizing voice. Damn I'm tripping.

Nervously tucking my hair behind my ear "Uhh yes, I guess so..."
"She has an appointment with Ludmilla", Olly cuts in with an arrogant attitude.

Noticing Olly's attitude, Dylan snaps back, obviously getting irritated "I'm sure the lady could speak for herself"
"Well she's my girlfriend, I can speak for her as well"
"You're just being sexist"
"You're acting like a dumb beach boy"
"You're acting like a spoilt rich brat, that always has his head stuck up his ass"
"You're acting like a fuc-"

Having heard enough of their bantering "STOP IT!, both of you, you guys are acting like five year olds", I scream which earns me some glares from the women in the reception.
Noticing my obvious discomfort, Dylan tries to change the subject "I'm sorry Ma'am, I'll inform Ludmilla that you're here"
Relieved that at least one person in the room except from me, was still in their right senses "Thank You Dylan", I say with a sigh.

"Olly can I talk to you for a minute"
Giving Dylan one more distasteful look, he mutters a response and follows me "Sure".
Once we sit down army the general waiting room, I noticed that the fat woman next to me shifted far from me . Once again, I can't blame her.
Having composed myself, I start "I still hate you".
Looking at his palms, too afraid to look me in my eyes "I know, and I'm sorry for what I said on the plane"
"I know you are", I say honestly.
Sounding firmer "But you have no right to talk to anyone the way you talked to Dylan"

Slightly offended, he starts to defend himself "He called me a rich spoilt brat"
Obviously not buying it, I retort "You called him a dumb beach boy".
Not done, with his pathetic excuse of a defence " For God sakes Gwen, He called me sexist!"
Without thinking, I snap "You are sexist!".
"Hey!"
"That's not what I want to talk about, after the Award Show, let's break up, you know move on with our lives" I suggest.

After my suggestion, there's an awkward silence, while Olly just sits there like a statue, I'm not even sure he's breathing.
Getting uncomfortable I tap him "Olly Olly, can you hear me?".
It all happened in slow motion, from his faint breaths, to falling of the chair.
I didn't even know how it happened but I found myself on the floor hoping that he is still breathing.
All I wanted was to eat cookies and watch my recorded episodes of The Flash.
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Hi guys! Yes I know what a surprise to see me update twice in the same month. This is a rare occurrence
Song For Chapter :Wild Things by Alessia Cara
Picture :Dylan(I made some changes, in some chapters back I said Dylan would be Billy Unger but I find Nick Robinson much hotter, no offense Billy)
Adios mis amigas