The Scandal

1. Impulse

A/N: this is a story i've been thinking about for a long time and i've been struggling to find a way to write it, but then i thought of this, and i really like this idea. hope y'all like it too.

the way the world deals with celebrity gossip is interesting, and it's about that, and it's also about how it affects the actual celebrity.

this is written with an altered time frame, and that's important:

in real life, the filming of season 3 of kickin it ended like in june or july, like the summer, but here it ended in march. the rest that you need to know you should just be able to pick up along the way.

also, warning, i'm not sure how "leolivia" this will be. please don't expect it to end with them running hand in hand through a field of daisies because i'm not one to write endings like that. there will be leolivia moments, but don't expect it to be all about that. it goes deeper than just romance.

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I want to be famous. Just not like this. I don't want to be known for this.

My hands shook. My heart raced. My feet hurt because my heels were too high. My whole body felt hot but I had goosebumps. My eyes were watery from tears I kept pushing back.

I had to tell a stranger my deepest secrets so that she could tell the world.

I was ashamed of everything. I didn't want anyone to know. But with fame came the loss of privacy, and the truth had to come out. It had to come out for for me, for Leo, for Luke, for Mom and Dad, for my fans, for every single person who knew my name.

It didn't matter how I felt. It didn't matter anymore.

I took one last long breath before approaching the woman with the notepad and the voice recorder.

That's not the beginning, though, so I'm going to back up.

Back up to about four months ago.

November.

Two Dates and a Funeral.

Jack and Kim were finally moving forward in their relationship. Jack finally asked Kim out. I'd been waiting for that, waiting for them to really become something ever since episode one and it was finally happening.

I should have been thrilled to film it. But I couldn't stop thinking about Luke.

He broke up with me.

He just did it, saying he was sorry and that he just didn't feel like it was working anymore.

What's not working? Luke, I love you, wait, what is it that's not working? Is it me? I'll fix it. I'll fix everything.

I couldn't think about how happy I was for Kim. I could only think about how sad I was for me. It didn't seem fair, either, because I'd been playing Kim for three years, and I should have given her more thought than I was. After all, she had quickly become a part of me, but I was purely focused on Olivia and Luke, and Jack and Kim just didn't seem relevant.

I figured nothing could bring me out of that depression, because he was my first boyfriend, my first breakup. That kind of hurt would last me a while, I knew.

And I ended up being right. But I still looked for a quick fix.

My quick fix came in the form of another boy.