Just A Fan?- a Zach Clayton fanfic

Day 2: Twitter

The next morning I wake up with over a million notifications. All of them are negative and I know why. I didn't think he was going to do it today. I mute my notifications and call Hunter.

Me- What the heck Hunter? You could've at least told me.
H- Well, she kind of went off on me backstage so I told her that I was cheating and she ran out crying but it's over so-
Me- Well I wish you would've told me sooner. I woke up to my phone buzzing over and over. How do you deal with this?!
H- It'll get better, also do you wanna hang out at the mall today?
Me- I'll have to ask my mom.
H- K no problem. Talk to you later.
Me- Okay bye.

I end the call and see a billion text messages and phone calls. How does anyone know my number? I look on Twitter to make sure everything is okay. I see a tweet from Loren, (above pic), oh no. I keep scrolling and see my number posted and then in bold letters, "CALL THIS NUMBER!!! ITS HUNTER!!!". Are you serious? Why would she do that. I answer one of the calls and they're screaming and crying. "Umm, you have the wrong number..."
"Lunter forever, why did you ruin it?!" I sit on my bed and start to freak out. I put my phone under my covers and run downstairs and out the door to Hunter's house.

"What're you doing here?"
"Loren posted my number saying it was you."
"No... oh my gosh I'm sorry."
"Yeah, you need to talk to her. Like now."
"I can't, I kind of told her to never talk to me again so..."
"Well give me her number. I wanna call this girl and figure out why it's okay to post someone's number."
"Don't stoop to her level."
"Oh trust me, I won't. I can't even stoop that low." he laughs. "It's not funny at all. All because of her, these random girls that I don't even know hate me."
"Yeah welcome to the club."
"I'd like to give her a piece of my mind."
"Then come on tour. You can stay on the bus with me, Weston, Ariel and Zach."
"Z-Zach?! Like Zach Clayton?!"
"Umm yeah."
"No way!!! You go on tour with him?!"
"Yup, so are you in?"
"Oh am I? When do we leave?"
"Saturday at 2:00 pm."
"I'll be ready."