Perfect

Chapter Eight: We're hardly newsworthy!

"I love getting told no cos then I fight even more."

- Chloe Grace Mortez

Picture of Jayden on the side!
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Chapter Eight: We're hardly newsworthy!

When the car that had picked me up to take me to Jayden's the next morning, arrived in up town Hollywood, where you'd expect to see Taylor Swift out of a coffee, I really shouldn't have been suprised. He was Jayden Grace after all.

But I was suprised.

Before I got out, the driver, Danny handed me a pair of sunglasses to put on before I got out of the car.

"There's always paps hanging out around Mr. Graces place." He said. "They're always trying to catch him doing something he shouldn't."

"Well that's comforting." I muttered under my breath. Danny sent me a reassuring grin as I opened the door to get out.

"You'll be fine Miss. Mr. Jack wouldn't have picked you if he didn't think you were up for it." I smiled back at him and nodded before I slipped the sunglasses over my eyes and stepped out of the car.

Thankfully when I reached the pathway outside the car, there were no flashing cameras and no screaming men or woman running towards me like I was some brand new animal they'd never seen before. However, when I got inside the building, it was a whole new story. The woman at the desk knew who I was and was going to buzz me up to Jayden's apartment when a pretty blond woman sitting in the lobby came racing towards me, eyes blazing. I will admit I took a step back when I saw her.

"So you're the little gold digger who had me kicked out my boyfriends bed are you?" She hissed, sticking her perfectly manicured finger into my shoulder. "How much is he paying you huh? You cheap whore!" I put my hands up, trying to get her off me, but she kept going. "You tell Jayden he's going to be sorry he left me for you! I'll tell all the paps about his horrible failure at getting cast! I'll tell them! I'll tell them all!"

"Miss Fletcher!" A shout came from over by the elevator doors and there were two security guards racing towards us. I put my hands on her shoulders and tried to shove her off me, but for a tiny woman, she was certainly strong. She clung to me like a leech, snarling something about making Jayden pay for making her look bad when he dumped her on live television. Clearly he was an asshole to all woman, not just me. When they finally pulled her off me, I got a chance to recognise her name.

"Miss Fletcher! Alison! You need to calm down!" The security guards were trying to pull her off me, but she wasn't making their job every easy, hanging onto my arm like a dog with a bone. When they got her off me, there as an older woman there, possibly her mother or her manager who kept apologising to me, making sure I was alright, straightening my clothes, trying to fix my hair with a pocket comb. I felt like it would be rude if I tried to shove her off. Alison Fletcher. That was Jayden's last girlfriend. The one that turned his career upside down and inside out. She really was crazy. Just as they managed to separate her from me, the receptionist at the desk stood up, looking suddenly horrified.

"Mr. Grace!"

Everything stopped and I will admit, even I froze. Alison stopped flailing her arms about like a chicken with no head, the bystanders stopped talking and Alison's manager (or mother) stopped dabbing at me long enough for me to slip away from her. Jayden was standing by the elevators staring at the scene before him. His eyes scanned the area and it was like everyone had turned to stone under his gaze. For a 20 year old, he had serious control advantages. He lifted a hand in my direction.