Starstruck

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

-Alyssa Taylor- 

  "Alyssa!" I heard Nima yell after he slammed the door shut.

  "What? I have to get to work now," I yelled back as I walked towards the door, with my bag in hand.

  "Yeah, about that," He said slowly, motioning me to come to the door. "Look."

  I peered out the peep hole in the door and caught sight of a few legs. "Um, it's just people. The neighbors are probably just having a party."

  "Yeah, this early?" He scoffed. "Alyssa, it's the paparazzi."

  My eyes widened and I turned to stare out the peephole again. No, this can't be happening. They probably are here for some other reason. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm so screwed. "Nima, can I drive your car to work?"

  "Sorry, I need it today," Nima sighed.

  "Please? There are strange men out there," I whined, hoping that he would let me take the car.

  "Sorry, but I can't," Nima frowned, "Now you better get going or else you're going to be late and miss the bus."

  "Okay, but if I don't come back alive then it's on you," I said, rolling my eyes as I slide on a pair of sunglasses. I slip on a pair of shoes before opening the door to face about fifteen men with cameras already flashing in my face.

  "Hey, Alyssa!"

  "Tell us about your relationship with Ryan Fox!"

  "Are you really the 'Bombshell Blonde'?"

  I ducked my head down and pushed my way through their flashing lights, towards my bus stop. I checked my phone for the time as the paparazzi kept on taking pictures. Hopefully the bus comes a bit earlier than scheduled because I really need to get away from these guys.

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  "Sorry, I'm a bit late," I apologized as I put away my bag. "There were a bunch of men following me and the bus was a bit late."

  "It's fine," My supervisor, Paulina nodded as she tied her black hair into a ponytail. "We had to escort the paparazzi outside."

  "What?" I gasped, shocked that they would come to my workplace. "I'm so sorry."

  "It's fine," She shrugged as we walked out of the employee room. "What happened anyway? Why are they following you?"

  "I just got caught up with this celebrity and now people think we're dating," I rambled as we began to deliver some medication to patients.

  "Interesting," She nodded, "Well, I need to go check on some patients. Jake Ross should be here right about now for his check up, so if you can go see if he's alright, that'd be great."

  I nodded and began to walk to the main desk, where the waiting area is. Of course, Jake was already there, tapping away on his phone. "Jake Ross, can you come with me?" He stood up, slipped his phone back into his pocket, and followed me through the doors.

  "So, I hear you're name is finally out," He smirked as I began the check up. "How are the paps treating you? There are a ton outside."

  "Oh God, really? They're annoying and creepy. To be honest, I really didn't think it'd be that bad. People stop me on the street from time to time, but having strange people follow you with camera's is a whole different thing."

  He just nodded, "Have you talked to the hotshot? Looked at any articles of yourself?"

  "Not yet for either but, I think I will," I shrugged, "It's entertaining to see what they say about me."