Not a Normal Life Anymore

I Hate Stars!

Class was just over and I'm currently putting all my stuff back in my book bag, trying to ignore the annoying sounds of girls shrieking on and on about Sebastian M-something, even though he's been here for 3 days already and I think they've gotten louder than the first day; it felt like more than a year. I had all my classes with him, so whenever the teacher walks out I would hear a bunch of whispering and chatting going on and others trying to flirt with him.

When I was done packing, I swung it over my shoulder before walking out of the classroom only for me to be pushed down by a fan girl. She didn't even look back to see what she hit before she continued her way, but apparently some did, and others that were on their way to lunch did too.

I was on my hands and knees now, trying to ignore the pain in my ankle. That is until I saw a pale smooth looking large hands right in front of my face. I looked up in surprise and saw the fangirls' 'dreamy soon-to-be husband's' face. I wasn't the only one surprise. I couldn't look around as the superstar was in my way, but since I heard gasps and others muttering I got a feeling of what their reaction was.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

I stared at him in shock as I nodded my head slowly. He still had his hand out for some reason.

Is he trying to help me up? I thought to myself. I pretty much stared at his out stretched hand, thinking if I should actually take his hand or not. The thought of doing so quickly disappeared as I felt intense stares pointed towards me in all directions.

I quickly stood up, grabbed my stuff and went up out of the room, leaving all of the others back in the room. The fear of what those fan girls would do to me quickly made me forget the pain in my ankle.

After going through a bunch of turns in the hallway, I found my self right in front of the girls' bathroom and decided to go inside.

When I walked inside I saw no one in there and sighed in relief. I didn't want to be bothered about the whole "You think your so awesome because Sebastian tried to help you" or something.

I then felt a throb coming from my ankle. I quickly knelt down to my ankle and pulled the hem of the pants up a little to see what happened. I dreaded when I saw it swollen a little and it turn a little shade of purple.

I groaned when I tried to walk out of the bathroom after pulling down the hem. The hall was slightly empty since people like eating outside, in a classroom or in the cafeteria.

It took me about 7 minutes to make it to the rooftop, from all the limping I went through, ignoring all of the weird stares I received.

However when I opened the door to step on top of the building I saw my usual hollow spot being taken.

By...Sebastian whatever-lis.

He was eating from three types of beautiful bento boxes that looked gourmet or something.

I stared at him for probably a minute before he noticed me staring at him. The first thing he did was stare at me with a bored look for a second or so before he gave me a really sparkly smile.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Chambers. Do you come here often?" he asked with the smile, which I could tell was fake.

"Yeah" I said a bit awkwardly.

"Then I suppose I should leave." he said, starting to clean up his stuff, that is until I quickly replied.

"No, it's okay, I don't own this area so there is no point in doing so." I spoke up, with my arms stretched out like it'll do something.

"Is that so?" he froze in his actions when he heard what I said.

"..."

I just closed the door behind me and walked to the left side of him, about 10 feet from him and sat down and began to eat, after pulling out my paper bag.

It was really awkward, we didn't talk for about 5 minutes, until he began to speak.

"You don't need to pretend, you could have my autograph." that was not what I expect for him to say.

"What?"

"Am I wrong? Are you not going to ask for my autograph?" he questioned me.

"No"

"..."

"..."

I lost all those specks of respect that he earned when I thought he was nice. He probably did that to increase his popularity or have more recognition. Typical star needs.

"I'm leaving" I spoke out after a minute of silence.

"Wait! I didn't mean it!"

"That's what they all say!" I spoke out before slamming the door behind me.

I can't believe it. It has been barely a week and a star just ruined my lunch time, a time I could have my alone time from other people!

I HATE STARS!