I wake up to the sound of the annoying groundskeeper up already, doing our yard work for this morning. It annoyed the crap out of me but hey, someone has to do it. I sit up in my bed and grab my iPhone 6 Plus off of my night stand beside my queen sized bed. My Twitter notifications were through the roof as always and I was flooded with emails and texts reminding me about my next gigs coming up and girls from my school trying to inch their way into being my friend. You see, some people would call me famous, but I don't like to look at it as that way. I'm just a normal 17 year old girl who just happens to have a big and upcoming career in modeling.... You know what; maybe I'm not that normal.
After I respond to the texts I need to respond to and the emails I needed to check, I finally wake up enough to roll out of bed.
As I head over to my huge walk-in closet, I'm interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on my door.
"Come in" I call.
In comes our house maid, Sarah. She's a skinny blonde in her about mid 20's. My mom practically raised her since she was 15 because her parents abandoned her and her parents so happened to be my mom's friends from high school. No one ever heard from them since and now that we live in a mansion, Sarah was offered the maid job to take care of us and the house for pay of course.
"Good morning Selena." She smiles at me cheerfully, walking through my large, white, double doors with a tray of breakfast food in her hands.
"Morning! You can set that on my desk." I smile at her and continue walking into my closet.
"So what's planned for today? Any big gigs? Meetings? Lunches?"
"I have to leave in a half hour for a photoshoot for Aeropostale's summer catalog, then my mom set up a meeting for me with some guy who's starting a tour for upcoming celebrity figures. I'm guessing that's what I am?"
"You are! And you should be proud! So does that mean you'd be touring around the United States? Meeting fans and such?"
"Yeah, I guess. I don't see me having any fans though, so I don't see the point. My mom, being my agent, thinks it could be good for my career I guess."
"Well, look where she's gotten you so far! I'd trust her if I were you on this one as well. And who knows? It could be fun."
I give her a weak smile and slight laugh under my breath before focusing my full attention on my clothes and what I should wear.
After about a wasteful 10 minutes of debating the perfect outfit, I settle on a one shoulder turquoise ombré shirt with white skinny jeans and white sandals. I put my hair up in a side braid waterfall style. If you think this was me dressing up, you're way wrong there. This is basically the kinds of stuff I wear everyday. But when I really dress up, you'd know!
I quickly wing my eyeliner, put on mascara and baby pink lip stick and rush to eat my food before running out down the stairs, phone and purse in my hand, and make my way out the front door. I jump into the uber Sarah got ready for me this morning and told him the address of Aeropostale HQ. Today was just another stressful day of being me.
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"Turn just like that! Show me sass! Show me class!"
The obnoxious photographer yells at me as I pose in front of the black background, wearing a maroon red button up shirt, un-buttoned, revealing q black cami underneath. The whole outfit accompanied by jeans and brown boots with my dark dark brown hair (almost black), in loose waves.
Another hour goes by of posing and faking an obnoxious smile before we finish for the day. I return back to my normal clothes and don't even bother saying goodbye to anyone at the photoshoot. All they cared about at the moment was to huddle around the computer and review the pictures I just had taken for them. My pay check would be sent through the mail. That's all I needed to care about.
As I walk out the front doors of the HQ, I'm blinded by paparazzi flashing their cameras in my face. I stare at the ground, shielding my face with my hand as I just pay attention to the ground so I can find the driver's car quickly and safely. When I do, the driver takes off once the door is shut.
"Are you okay ms. Gomez?" The driver asks me as I continuously blink my eyes to try and get rid of the blurriness only I could see.
"Uh yeah. That was odd."
"How so? Doesn't that always happen to you?"
"Actually no. Maybe like one or two people with cameras not a herd of them like that."
The rest of the ride was silent as I try and make sense of why that just happened.
When I get home, there is yet again, paparazzi at my drive way! What the hell is going on?!!!!
Before I get out of the car, the driver helps me get to the front door by escorting me out of the car and shielding me with his long coat he had on. The constant flashes of the cameras were accompanied by shouts of questions to me that made no sense again.
"Are you dating him?!!!" One shouts
"How long have you been together?!"
"What's he like behind closed doors?!!!!!!!"
I finally get in my door and take a deep breath trying to regain my footage from my weak legs at the moment.
Who was this guy they think I'm dating?!
"Selena?" I hear my mom call from upstairs.
"Coming" I call back and began making my way up the stairs slowly, still at unease.
When I make my way around the corner and find my bedroom door, I hear a guy's voice talking to my mom. I creek open the door and find my mom sitting on my bed as a tall, pretty hot guy with brown hair, brown eyes, a muscular body, and a killer jawline stands up next to her. Across from the guy was an older man with black hair, a little heavy but not too bad, and looked like he had money.
"What's going on?" I finally speak up.
They all stop talking and face me.
"Nice to meet you Selena, I'm Bart and this is Cameron." The man introduced himself and the hottie I can't take my eyes off of.
Cameron shakes my hand and gives me the hottest grin ever. "Nice to meet you."
"H-hi" I stutter like an idiot.
"So Selena, these are two people from that tour I was telling you about. They were just coming over to discuss when you would go on the tour and how long and things like that." My mom explains. "So you'll be leaving in the morning." He says blankly and my gaze at Cameron finally breaks and my head jerks towards her.
"Say what now?"
"Tomorrow at 9 am, our flight boards to take you to the first stop on our tour, Magcon, at Miami, Florida." Bart continues for my mom to clarify but my face remains stunned and lost.
"I didn't even say I agreed to going on this tour!"
"But you are! You're still 17 I'm still the boss of you and this is a great step for your career." My mom demands harshly. "You are going. Bottom line. Now get to sleep and pack your bags!"
And with that my mom and Bart storm out of the room but Cameron stays behind, hesitating to leave as he sees a tear fall down my cheek.
"Hey, it's going to be fun. Besides I'll be here every step of the way with you." He smiles sweetly at me and kisses me on the cheek and leaves the room.
I'm left standing there in 'awe' unable to move or barely even breath. Let alone, comprehend what he just did to me.
I didn't know if I should be creeped out since I just met him, or just enjoy it. He was a sweetheart and I knew at this moment, I could easily fall for him.
Was he the guy the paparazzi thought I was dating? And if so? Why? We just met...
