Loving a Celebrity

Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

(Present day)

My alarm sounded. "Gahh," I muttered. Eyes closed, I rolled over on my bed twice and reached out for my alarm clock. I opened one eye. It was already 8. I groaned, and hauled myself out of bed, only to trip over one of my Converse sneakers, which I had kicked off yesterday. "Owww," I yelled, "my precious toe! How am I going to endorse the next season's Prada shoes?"

I hopped across my room and went to my walk-in-closet for sportswear, pulling out a orange Nike sports bra and some shorts from the newest Nike collection I endorsed a week ago. I changed in one of the changing rooms which was made because it was too much of a hassle to walk across my room to the bathroom.

"I hate working out," I grumbled, as I walked out of my room to the lift. I punched the "5" repeatedly. The lift doors opened, revealing the plush gym, which I hated. I walked over to one of the treadmills. "Darn stick-thin celebrities, they're not even as famous as me! I'm Charna Ashley freaking Lexington, hottest and most popular movie star who ever graced this earth!" I huffed, while running. After 30 minutes, I lifted that set of stupid weights. I was perspiring like mad. "I should have this gym air-conditioned," I said for the thousandth time, while walking over to the bathroom across the gym. On the way, I stopped by to pick a random Abercrombie shirt and another pair of Nike shorts.

After my bath, I took the lift down to the first floor where the kitchen was. We didn't bother eating at the dining table because the kitchen was big enough already. My mum and dad were already eating, like any ordinary American couple. Okay, even though I'm stinking rich, ranked 2nd in Forbes list of "Highest-Grossing Actors", my mum still served breakfast. We only got maids to clean up the house once in a while.

"Up so early?" Dad joked, "It's already 9."

I shot him a glare, but he ignored it.

"I heard from Brad that Bryce is coming back to town," Dad continued, shoving the newspaper in my face while sipping his tea like the queen of England or something.

I glanced at the paper.

"BRYCE COMING BACK TO LA" screamed the headlines. "Bryce Andrews Martin, arguably Hollywood's hottest male actor, is coming back to Los Angeles after filming his latest movie..."

"Gross, ewww, like I care," I said, plopping down on my chair and eating my mum's famous chocolate waffles.

My mom and dad turned to look at each other and shared another one of their "inside-joke" winks. They were pretty much deluded about my relationship with The Jerk. Whenever I called him "gross", "douche bag", "a-hole" or whatever derogatory term you can think out of, they just smiled and shook their heads, as if one day I would understand and see the light or some crap like that. Yeah, that wouldn't happen even when pigs fly.

I rolled my eyes, and reached out for the remote control to turn on the television. "...Breaking News, Bryce Martin is coming back to LA, after filming his latest movie, 'Love No More'." That heavily botoxed-face of the 40-year-old news caster tried to form what I guessed was a flirty smile. Like the Bryce picture in the TV would even look at her, I scoffed silently.