Loving a Celebrity

Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

"Get a grip on yourself, Charna," I breathed as my hand rested on the doorknob of my room. I had changed into something more presentable and redid my mascara after it had been ruined by my tears. "Well it's not entirely MY fault that my pillow case now had two black stains on them," I hissed. "I'll just throw them away later." But they were pretty comfy, my brain said. Oh, shut up!

A little voice began nagging at the back of my head. "Go out there Charna, before they crash down you front door and ruin everything in this house." "No! Stay here! You know you don't want to go out there! Let jerk-face handle this on his own! I mean, you're not the one who caused this so why should you go and help HIM pick up this mess?"

After deciding that the real Charna Lexington is never a coward, I pushed the 'devil voice' out of my head and did a final check in the mirror. To be honest, I was a little smug. No one would have been able to tell that I had been bawling my eyes out ten minutes ago. What can I say? I'm just that perfect.

I took in a deep breath, steadied myself, and opened the door with a little click. Jerk-face was pacing outside my door. He had one arm across his chest and one supporting his chin, like he was thinking about something. Probably thinking about how to pick up his own mess, I thought to myself. Did I mention that my guesses were always right?

Jerk-face looked up as I approached. "Yeah," he admitted, running one hand through his hair and smirked, "I was thinking about what to say." Oh gosh, did I say those words out loud?

I sent him a scowl and he did a double-take.

"Look Charna, I'm sorry things had to turn out this way. It's just that... the media somehow jnewand what could I have done at the airport? Like embarrass myself, I mean, us, in front of the media? This isn't about you, Charna, it's about ME! Wait... God no!" He ran his palm down his face in frustration. "I mean..."

Even an idiot could see that he was lost for words. Probably couldn't come up with a suitable excuse for his self-centredness, I sneered silently.

"So... What should WE say in front of the media?" He finished lamely, looking at me with another pathetic smirk.

I could not take this anymore, and marched right up to him. So what if he's two inches taller than me? Well, I'll show him who the boss is!

"Listen, you jerk!" I hissed, grabbing his collar in my death-grip. "This is YOUR mess, YOU'LL go and clean it up YOURSELF. Say whatever you want, but one more wrong move and I'll collect your balls in a jar and feed it to the chimpanzees in the zoo, though I doubt they'll even touch them!"

He stared down at me, his face just a few inches away from mine. Was it me or did his pupils dilate for a second? I shook my head and let go of his shirt, taking my chance to shove him back a few steps towards the stairs, but he steadied himself just in time. Damn, I had hoped he would fall again. I groaned, and suddenly felt very disgusted and tired. Damn the calorie limit, after this bullshit is over, I'm going to stuff my mouth with chocolate. Work-out can wait.

I hadn't realised that I had walked down the stairs and reached the front door, until jerk-face put an arm around my shoulders.

"Are you okay?" he whispered. I frowned. It was not like him at all to go around caring about other people, least of all, me.

"What are you doing? I gave his arm a feeble shove.

"Just getting into character," he whispered, his mouth dangerously close to my ear. And by dangerous, I meant that if he was to go a little bit closer, his balls would be in danger.