Loving a Celebrity

Chapter 2

Hello people! Wendy's on a holiday, so you're stuck with me for a week! I haven't got much to say, just enjoy reading!

Dedicated to her because she kinda inspired us :D

Oh, and you know who that person at the side is...

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"I LOVE YOU!" Girls screamed. The airport was filled with shrieks. Ugh, I thought, covering my ears. I actually suspected that the person I was suppose to fake date was jerk-face, but the thought was quickly banished in my mind. Drew wouldn't be that heartless, and Jess, jerk-face's agent would never agree. She and I were really good friends, even though she was nearly the same age as Drew. So why was I here in the first place, in an airport arrival hall packed with screaming girl fans of Fat Ass?

Some girls started chanting, "Love more!" and a few of them even did up those "Marry me" signs. Whoa, talk about desperate. Those girls were wearing slutty low-cut tops and some of them wore really short shorts (or were they panties?) that practically didn't cover their asses and showed off their thunder thighs. Gross.

"Where the hell is the guy I'm supposed to date? Only Bryce's (I spat that word out) lovely angels are here," I sneered, glancing at those girls disgustedly. Seriously, they might as well tattoo their butts with his face at the rate they're going.

"Erm..." Drew shuffled around. Why was he sweating, the airport was really cold. "Err..." He stammered again.

You know that ominous feeling when you try desperately to convince yourself that something unavoidable isn't going to happen, only to have it blow up in your face the next moment? Yeah, I was experiencing that stupid feeling in full force. Realisation hit me like Fat Boy did when it hit Hiroshima in World War 2.

"You don't mean..." I started helplessly.

Suddenly, someone screamed, "HE'S HERE!"

All hell broke loose. Sweaty bodies pressed against me and all of a sudden, I was pushed in front by someone behind me. "Hey!" I yelled, before being engulfed in the crowd of screaming bimbos. I shut my eyes in case I saw any unnecessary exposure.

That someone kept pushing me further in front. I felt like yelling, "No need to be so desperate, I'll get his autograph for you!" but she probably wouldn't hear me anyway. I should be glad even to be able to breathe.

I finally managed to turn my head to get a good look of the person. She had blonde hair, a tanned face and brown eyes. "Jess?" my eyes widened. Suddenly, I rammed into something rock solid. I involuntarily closed my eyes. "Please don't tell me I just walked into a wall," I silently thought, "I wouldn't be able to endorse anything with a big bruise on my forehead, not to mention the media coverage." Slowly, I peeled my eyes open, only to see the most coveted-face in the whole of Hollywood smirking at me. The face of Bryce Andrews Martin. Screw me.

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Suddenly, we were surrounded by blinding camera flashes.

"Are you really dating?" Someone quipped from the crowd.

"N-", I snapped, but Bryce was one step ahead.

"Yes, we are," he sneaked a smirk at me before putting his arm around my waist, turning to face the crowd. I nearly gagged. What the hell did he think he was doing?!

"Keep your filthy hands off me, unless you want to lose your balls again," I snarled, trying to shove his hands off, but his finger went down on my lips.

"Shh," He murmured a quiet chuckle and flashed a disarming smile to the crowd. I could hear thumpings. Some females had fainted. I was not surprised that the sluttiest ones were the first to go down.

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! I'm SO going to get Drew for this.

I was locked firmly in Bryce's grip, his chest pressed tightly against my back. I could not even move. Screw him and his about-to-suffer balls, I growled inwardly. I wanted to scream at the media to back off, but a loud buzz suddenly filled my ears.

It took a while for me to register what the crowd was yelling.

"Mr Martin! How long have you two been dating?"

"So the rumours are true then?!"

"OMG!" I picked out some shrieks and growls from the Barbie crowd. Some were wailing and some were shrugging their shoulders in defeat. More thumpings on the ground. Only Barbies could faint so easily, in such large numbers too.

I could feel Bryce taking in a long deep breath, before he whispered into my ears, "Trust me, I have this under control." I could only snort. My entire body was bound tight by his grip. Trust him?! Over my dead body!

He flashed his killer smile again and shouted above the love-sick screams. "Yes I AM dating Charna!" He declared. Turning around, he planted a peck on my cheeks, much to my disgust. HOW DARE HE?! HE SHALL PAY FOR THIS LATER! I roared mentally. This jerk had obviously invaded my personal space, and I was NOT going stand there and do nothing. However, I really couldn't do anything without being able to move.

I lifted up my foot and kicked it backwards, hitting his shin. I wished my knees could have moved to attack his vital area, but I was still immobilised. Man, I had to give him just a little credit. His arms were strong.

Bryce smirked. "Be a good girl, Charna," he whispered into my ear. The paparazzi obviously misinterpretated that exchange, and some of them actually went, "Awww."

I was furious. Who did he think he was to tell me what to do? I am Charna Lexington, for everything's sake! Jerk-face was supposed to be my childhood enemy! Not my fake date!

Upon realising this, two more people popped into my mind. Drew! Jess! How could they do this to me?! They knew that I hated this asshole of a jerk! If dating him was what it took to make the headlines then I'd rather be a commoner!!

Screw it, I'd rather date a commoner than stick around with HIM!

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A/N: I know, you're probably jumping up and down screaming, "I knew it!" Yea well, this chapter was actually written by Wendy, since you can obviously see from the mention of something gross and the numerous exclamation marks. Haha (: The next chapter is already written! So in a few days I'll upload again (: