Life of a Star (Greyson Chance FF)

FLASH 32-Tiffany's Sweet Success

GREYSON

“I guess you have no reason to stay here longer.” Monique says with a stern look plastered on her once delightful face.

“Then what about this?” Tiffany’s fat momma/manager, Mrs. Winston, lifted an eyebrow and raised the contract she had in her hand with YN’s signature on it.

Without any hesitation, Monique snatched it from her big hands and ripped it into pieces. Picking up the mess she made on the floor, she threw it in the nearby trash bin. Mrs. Winston fumed with anger and was about to make a scene in Ms. Monique’s office when Tiffany caught her hand and whispered something in her ear.

‘We’re going now. Thank you Greyson.” She said with a sickly sweet smile across her face. I clenched my jaw, my fists balling up in an instant as she leaned towards me and her words echoing faintly in my ear. She walked away with a sweet devilish smile on her face. I was trying my very best to control myself from punching her right in the face.

“Greyson, she’s not worth it.” Staci muttered under her breath before plopping on the couch.

It was Mrs. Winston’s son who messed up with us last night. And the moment Monique knew he barged in because of Tiffany’s orders, her cheeks flushed red as the blood inside starts to boil. Now Belle gets the hates and she doesn’t want to see her suffer. Of course, Belle belongs to her management and she’s cannot afford to get blamed if something goes wrong with her client.

“Greyson, go home now. Tell everyone to pack up. We’re going to Hawaii.” Staci says while flipping the papers piled in one long brown folder.

“How come you’re not surprised?” She lifted an eyebrow, as I suppressed a chuckle.

“Justin.” I winked before gathering my things. Her mouth slightly opened like her mind is still processing the things I’ve said. She gained her consciousness and snapped back, shaking her head and muttered under her breath, “That kid.”

I opened the door and took two steps forward before closing it behind me. I walked up to the elevator and stepped in, waiting for the doors to close automatically. I felt a little dizziness as it brings me to the ground floor. Then, the doors were wide open now. I found myself walking from street to street, not caring if I was a celebrity. People seemed oblivious that I was walking down the streets. Then, it caught my gaze. I felt the corners of my lips twitch upwards as I entered the place.

The aroma of coffee hit my nostrils which made my taste buds beg for its smooth and creamy taste. I gave my order and waited at the table I picked for myself. There weren’t much of people around; I guess I got the perfect timing for a coffee break. I sat and made myself comfortable, with thoughts compiled and which I am trying to process in my mind.

“Sir, here’s your order.”

“Thanks.” I gave him a small smile before taking the cup with me. It felt warm as I sipped the caramel macchiato and made my senses calm down for a little while. I let out a sigh as I tilted my head towards the glassy boundary between the coffee shop and the streets outside. Finally making a decision, I went home bringing pastries for Belle, thinking she might love to take a bite. She never got out of her suite since this morning.

I walked up to where my car was, passing by a few streets and this time I was already recognizable by few people. Some of them smiled and I took pictures with other girls who were squealing with joy when I caught their gaze. After that, I went straight to my car and left them with huge smiles on their faces.

For a few minutes, the whole ride was not that silent since I decided to play the music in order to keep myself alive on the road. By the time I got at the hotel, I got the keys from the hotel receptionist first before proceeding to my suite and started packing up, ignoring Justin who was busy watching cartoons.

“Bro, mind if I get all of these?” He asked, raising the big bags of chips I had in my fridge. I shook my head and snatched it from his hands and stuffed it inside my backpack. Closing the zipper, I warned him, “Don’t ever open my bag. I’ll punch you to death.” I sent him a murderous glare before even turning away.

“Where are you going? And oh, can I have these pastries?” His eyes glistened at the sight of mouth-watering pastries which I placed on the table.

“No. That’s for Belle.” I said casually and took it in my hands.

“Don’t you know she’s been locking up herself in her room right now?”

“I know she’s getting traumatized by these unexpected events including the public’s negative reaction towards that scandal. She’s innocent, bro. She had nothing to deal with it. It was just an accident.” I explained. I don’t want to see her suffer. For some unknown reason, my heart softens whenever I see her down or drowned in deep depression.

“Everyone literally knows she’s innocent. The public and the media are the exceptions. Now go to her place.” Justin states.

I lowered and raised my head quickly, before walking off my place and heading to Belle’s suite with the basket of pastries in my hand. I dipped my head low as I took the stairs to get on the next floor.

Finally, I already arrived at my destination. Without thinking twice, I knocked on the door, getting no response. I held up my hand and knocked again.  Still no response from her. My hand made its way to the knob, twisting it to unlock and finally unlocking it. I stood at the doorway and took a few steps in before closing the door behind me. To my surprise, there was no one around. It made the place feel empty, lonely, and lifeless. I shook away the thought and sighed in frustration. I carefully placed the basket on the table and knocked on the door of her room. Again, I was getting no response. It made me feel sadder.

I unlocked the door once again and this time, she was there, completely staring in space. There were marks on her cheeks which indicate that she was bawling her eyes out earlier. My eyes were filled with pity; I’ve never ever been so sad for her.

I sat on the edge of her bed, my gaze never left her as my fingers crawled up to her hand. A tear escaped from her eye as it runs down her cheek. She began sniffing again, her eyes getting red and puffy from the tears that she had shed. I tried my very best not to show any unnecessary emotion. Pulling her for a hug, I wrapped my arms around her and let her head rest against my chest.

“Shhh.. it’s okay. It’s going to be fine, babe.” I reassured, resting my hand on her back. She was scared of people, people who turned their backs against her. Now everything’s fucked up.

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“Is everyone alright?” Monique says as she hops in the van. We all nodded in response, all except for Belle. She wasn’t really satisfied, now that Belle’s condition gets worse. She had dark circles under her oceanic blue eyes which looked sunk, lips were dry and cracked and she was pale. She didn’t eat well to be honest.

Monique heaved out a sigh, “I guess everyone’s good.” before turning her back once again. The vehicle could hardly move since there were lots of people surrounding, especially the haters and my fans. It kinda irritates how loud the haters scream and the endless knocks on the tinted car window. I was saddened at the fact that my first ever world tour’s not continuing anymore and we’re only going somewhere else for a small vacation and to refresh our mind from the unexpected horrid events. 

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Show's done. This is just a small chappie, obviously. Thanks for reading, btw! Love you all! :)