Adopted by Jennifer Lawrence

Chapter 12

Jens POV
Four days, four days its been four days since we involved the media in the situation and yes all we have gotten is positive attention but its still unwanted attention. Yesterday was the second to last day of my Passengers re-shoots and it has probably been the worst of the four, why? You may ask, well when we where leaving my house in the security car the car was surrounded by paparazzi as soon as we got through the gates of the driveway, they where all taking pictures and staring through the windows and some where even hitting the car in an attempt to make it stop. The car didn't stop because the security team was actually worried for our safety, afterwards they actually told me that they where going to escort us everywhere because of the media attention we where getting.

"Jen?" Katie speaks up from the other side of the sofa.

"Yeah?" I question back in a quite tone while turning my head to face her.

"You okay?" She questions in a concerned tone. I think she knows that i'm getting stressed about the media but isn't letting on.

"Yeah i'm fine, just thinking." I sigh while falling back into the couch from my previous position of sitting forward on it tensely.

"Okay well do you want something to eat?" She questions me in the same tone as before.

"Only if your hungry." I smile to her reassuringly with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Well i am so you're getting fed." She laughs while quickly getting up off the sofa and standing in front of me.

"Sounds good." I laugh at her enthusiasm.

"What do you want to eat? Chinese, Indian, pizza?" I question while sitting up.

"I was just gonna cook something." She smiles at me confused.

"Oh right, you can cook?" I question surprised.

"Yeah, you know i'm not completely useless." She laughs while walking out of the living room and into the kitchen.

"What are you gonna make?" I question while i bounce to my feet and stalk her trail into the kitchen.

"Well what do you want?" She questions, leaning on the island in the centre of the kitchen.

"Anything?" I question astonished at her confidence.

"Well i'm not talking turkey dinner here." She laughs at me.

"Damn." I pout sarcastically.

"What can you make? Give me a suggestion." I smile slyly.

"Okay well there's pasta, fajitas, chilli, anything along those lines." She explains to me.

"Pasta sounds appealing." I smile across the island at her as i lean against it.

"Pasta it is." She smiles while quickly setting to work.

"I admire your confidence." I laugh at her.

"Why thank you." She smiles in a stupid voice.

In response i just snigger and walk out of the kitchen to go upstairs and get changed into a more comfortable outfit.
When i get upstairs i opt for a grey zip up hoodie, some black sweatpants and fluffy white socks.
Once changed i walk out of my closet and into the bedroom where my phone is charging on the bedside table, I swiftly pick it up and sit down on the bed to answer emails and texts.
About ten minutes into answering emails for work and publicity, i begin to feel weird, unsafe, almost  like someone was in the room with me. Someone unwanted. Someone unwelcome.
My suspicions are quickly confirmed when a one hand clamps around my mouth and another clamps around my stomach pulling me across the bed as i kick and attempt to elbow the unwanted visitor.