Celebrity Crush

Chapter Two

Dakota

I kept hearing a buzzing sound. It was irritating. It would stop, and restart again. I groaned lifting my head off my pillow. Buzz. Buzz. I looked around my room, seeing my phone lying on the carpet floor. Oh.

I rubbed my eyes, crawling out of my sweet lover. My bed. Picking up the phone, I ignored the caller ID and answered. "FINALLY! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!?" Riley shouted through the phone.

"At home, trying to sleep." I reply, getting off the floors. Walking out of my bedroom, down the stairs I go to my small kitchen.

"WHY??" He shouts again.

"Quit yelling! My ears are going to start bleeding with you yelling through the phone." I snap, putting my elbows on the counter. Riley sighs mumbling a 'sorry'. "Now. What did you need to call me so early in the morning?"

"Koda do you know what day it is?" His question catches me off guard. It's Sunday right? I knit my eyebrows together. "It's Sunday?" I sound unsure of myself.

"No! It's Monday! And you're late for school! You missed the opening ceremony and everything. Mom and Dad came too to make sure you came, then announced you to all the students who now are wondering who and where you are." He stated finishing.

"I slept in. It's only.." I pause looking at the time. "10:20am. Sh.it. I'll be there before lunch starts! Later!" I hang up, rushing to the bathroom on this floor. Stripping I jump into the shower while it's still cold. I shouldn't have stayed up late last night. I think washing my body.

I had quite a slim body I guess you can say. My height was short, I wouldn't exactly know. Never really thought about it. Mikaela was roughly the same height as I was so I never worried. Washing my dark brown hair with some fruity shampoo. I got highlights a few months ago.

I've been living on my own for three years now. When I turned 15 I asked for my own place. Riley got his own on his 16, that's when his career took off. My parents knew I was already responsible so they agreed.

I begged them to buy this apartment. They were going to give me a house almost the same as their's. I had to stop them, so I begged for this apartment I seen when I walked Mikaela home. She didn't believe it was mine at first.

But I showed her the key and a house tour she believed me. When she asked how I got it, I told her it was a birthday present from my parents who wanted to travel around the world. Mikaela never knew about my parents, all she knew about them was they were rich and never home. She always asked why I friends with her, which in fact made me angry. Just cause I have money doesn't mean I any better then her or anyone.

Once I finished my shower, I wrapped a towel around my body jogging up the stairs. Please don't fall. Please don't fall. I thought as I climbed the stairs. Once I got into my bedroom, I ran into my closet looking for an outfit.

Casual. Drying off, I put on a bra and underwear. Picking out a Hollister lace-up faded red t-shirt, for pants I pulled up a black cut out skinny jeans. Most of my clothing wear black, grey, white or red sometimes I would wear funky color just cause.

Throwing the towel over my head, I did my best getting the water out. I didn't want to blow dry it so once I took the towel off, I'm going to let it air dry. It's going to end up in loose curls anyway. For make up I added pinkish blush, I darken my eyebrows a bit before doing a nice golden brown eye shadow. Finishing it off with liquid eye liner and mascara.

Jewelry, I grabbed some black bracelets and black bird earrings. Going to my closet I picked out my favorite military green jacket. My closet wasn't a walk in, but I stored enough clothes for me. It's not like I have tons of clothes I hide in the back that were brought by my family.

Okay I might have a few dresses and diamond jewelry and amazing handmade purses. I just can't show them off, that would be exposing the truth about me. I wanted to tell Mikaela about my identity before she found out herself.

Fumbling my arms into the arms of the jacket, looking around for the heels I brought a couple days ago. They were too nice not to buy. They were Ankle Boots with front lace up and open toe velvet boots. They came in black so I went for it.

I put them on, standing up while smiling. I have wore heels before, I got used to wearing them so they were no biggie. Mikaela always hated when I wore heels, mostly cause it made her shorter then I was.

Last things I need were my green messenger bag with leather straps, and my phone. Which was downstairs in the kitchen. I huffed walking out of the room. My hair was still slightly wet. I pushed my bag on the counter, picking up my phone. Seeing Mikaela seeing her text.

'Hell started 2 hours ago, WHERE R U?' Her text read. Hell as in school probably.

I replied 'I'm sorry Babe. Parents made me transfer. Let's talk after school. Meet me at my house.'

'WHAT? YOU TRANSFERRED! Rude. Also did you hear the news!! Dakota Brooks finally is out of homeschooling and now going to Golden Valley Academy!'

'Oh I heard. Well only a little bit. Why should I even care?' I replied to her text.

I got a another text from my parents, them telling me to meet Riley in the school office once I get there. I rolled my eyes. 'BECAUSE PEOPLE SAY HE DIDN'T EVEN SHOW UP AT THE OPENING CEREMONY AND HIS WHOLE FAMILY WAS WAITING! AND MY BABE RILEY WAS PROBABLY POUTING WHILE WAITING FOR HIS LITTLE BROTHER!!'

I laughed at the text, picking my bag off the counter. I grabbed a water bottle walking out of my apartment, making my way down to the garage in the basement. I have two cars, one's a truck another is a normal black BMW. A simple car for a simple person.

'I see. You don't even know if Dakota is a boy or girl yet. lol what if Dakota is boy?? That would be very surprising, anything else other the Brooks family news?' I texted jumping in the BMW. Starting the car, I drove out towards the exit.

'Dakota is a boy for sure. I don't see why he would be a girl with a boy's name. & there's also rumors that Ethan Dawnson joined the Academy as well. No one didn't see him either so you know.'

Ethan Dawnson? Isn't that one of the most famous director's family name. Mr. Dawnson has been directing most of my parents movies/shows. I never actually met the director or his son. Well I seen Ethan Dawnson in the News here and there. Most trouble and stupid articles and news report.

Can't believe I'll probably be going to the same school as him.

'Oh that's fantastic.' I replied back to Mikaela before driving out into the streets.