Perfect

Chapter Seven: I'm hardly gonna get kidnapped!

It's so important for girls to love themselves and to treat their bodies respectfully."

- Ariana Grande
Spencer up top!

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Chapter Seven: I'm hardly gonna get kidnapped!

It was three days after my meeting with Jayden and his family that I managed to return to collage without getting bombarded by hundreds of different paparazzi, all screaming and trying to shove microphones into my face. It was quiet nice to walk down my street and catch the bus without being the talk of the local newspaper.

It wasn't until I was coming out of my art class that I spotted the sleek black limo idling next to the side walk. People were staring at it as they walked past. It was obvious the  kind of car didn't hang around this kind of neighbourhood. As I walked closer, the back window rolled down and Jayden's face appeared, his hair jammed into a beenie and his eyes covered by dark sunglasses. I only recognised him by his permanent scowl that never seemed to go away.

"Get in Spencer." He said, and then the window rolled back up. I blinked breifly and then Zoe appeared beside me.

"Is that Jaydnes car?" She said, resting her head against my shoulder.

"Unfortunately." I said. "He wants me to get in. I don't know when I'll be home."

"Be careful." Said Zoe. I rolled my eyes at her.

"He has three body guards! I'm hardly gonna get kidnapped!" Zoe gave me a push on the back.

"Have fun!" She called. I gave her the finger  as I approached the car, smiling at the driver through the open window.

When I opened the door and slid into the car, Jayden was playing on his phone, not paying me any attention.

"Hey Jayden." I said, as cheerfully as possible. Jayden just grunted in return.

"Where are we going?" Of course he didn't answer. I let out a sigh and leaned forward to  tap on the glass separating us and the driver. He rolled it down and glanced at me in the review mirror.

"Yes ma'am?" He asked.

"Can you tell me where we're going?" I asked, "this dimwit decided that I don't need to know." The driver grinned.

"We're going to a dress fitting for you ma'am."

"A dress fitting! What the hell for?"

"I have a dinner to attend in a week." Said Jayden without looking up from his phone. "And since you're now my 'girlfriend' you have to come."

"And Jack failed to tell me this because. . . " Jayden shrugged.

"I have no idea."  I scowled at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Great." I muttered.

When we arrived at the studio, it was absolute caos. There were at least three woman tugging me this way and that, shoving this dress at me, that dress at me, pushing me into the dressing room, pulling me to the makeup chair. I think I tired on more dresses then I have clothes in my closet back at the apartment. By the time they let me sit down for a break my feet were aching from the heels I'd been wearing all afternoon and I wanted nothing more then to just go home. But I knew that wasn't going to happen. For another two and a half hours, I was measured and dolled up, photographed and shouted at. At one point I was worried I was going to put my head down and cry.