Hollywood HollyWON'T

Chapter Five

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Of all the things Hayden Pegg could've said to me, that was probably the thing that I was least expecting.

He could have said he was leaving the industry to join a puppet theatre and I would've been less floored.

"Umm, my dad drove us here, but I don't have a license. I'm only sixteen."

He smiled a little bit. "But I do. All I need is keys."

I recovered from my shock, and realized how ridiculous this whole situation was. "And why on earth would I give you my car?"

He looked at me as if he was looking straight into my soul. "I need to get somewhere right now. I came by limo. If I ask anyone else here, the paparazzi will make a big deal about me leaving with them. You're not famous. They won't know who you are. You're my only option, little Ms. Bing"

He finished his mini speech, and his loom turned desperate. "Please."

I hesitated, not sure what to do.

"If you do this, I'll pay you. I'll get you tickets to any concert you want. I'll give you cash. Whatever you want. Just give me this ride."

I'd never seen someone who looked so desperate. He looked like an innocent puppy.

"How long will this take?"

He grinned, a real genuine smile. Not one of his signature smirks. "Forty minutes tops. It sounds like a long time, but the awards will go on for at least another hour and a half."

"And what am I supposed to tell my family and Max? How am I even going to get the keys?"

Hayden shrugged. "Beats me."

I rolled my eyes. What a helpful guy.

"Wait here. I'll be back with the keys in five."

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I walked back to my table, acting as if nothing was wrong. My dad was sitting at the table, tapping his fingers to the beat of the song.

"Hey Dad, I'm not feeling great. I'm gonna go sit outside for a little bit. Get some fresh air."

He looked at me, worried. "Do you want to go home? We can leave right now if you want to."

"No," I said hurriedly. "I mean, I'll be fine once I freshen up a bit. Don't worry about me."

He nodded. "Whatever you say, Jewel Bear."

When he turned back to the direction of the stage, I ducked under the table. Thank God for my dad's purse.

He would claim it was a satchel, and it was a very manly thing, but no matter what he called it, it was a purse.

Still, it was definitely coming in handy now. I don't know what I would have done if my dad's car keys had been in his pocket. I reached for the front pocket where I knew he kept them, and then walked out of the room, as if I hadn't done anything wrong.

When I got to the hallway where I had left Hayden, I tossed him the keys.

"Let's get this show on the road, Pegg."

In return he tossed me back sunglasses, which caused me to raise an eyebrow at him.

"You don't want to risk people recognizing you," he explained.