Hollywood HollyWON'T

Chapter Eight

I didn't even know what to think at this point, and I'm in AP psychology, so I always know what to think.

If Hayden had set me up, then he was beyond low. But for completely different reasons than I had been thinking.

For a minute I had to stop being selfish. If he had set me up, he had faked his panic at getting to his sister, and no matter who he was, I refused someone could fake that look in their eyes.

Besides, Hayden Pegg is a singer, not an actor.

So that left me with one conclusion. He hadn't set me up. He had been stupid for not being more careful, but being idiotic wasn't reason enough to hate someone.

I needed to apologize to him.

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The plan for the day according to my trip was a tour of the recording studio and watching Max record a brand new single.

That was all at noon, so at ten thirty I left the house in an Uber.

I had to find Hayden Pegg, and if there was only one place that I knew he went, and that was the Mic. Industries recording studio.

Getting in was a little tricky since I was only supposed to arrive in another hour, but after some fake tears to the guard that I didn't know my way around L.A and would be stuck sitting outside for an hour if I didn't get in, he opened the gate.

Luck was on my side for probably the first time in my life, since the first door on my left when I walked in was slightly open, and in there was Hayden Pegg, alone, with a songbook and guitar.

"Knock knock," I said in a soft voice, scared he might blow up at me.

It wouldn't be that crazy. I'd seen all the videos of celebrity fights, and there was more than one video on the internet of Hayden Pegg punching a paparazzi.

His eyes widened. "What are you doing here?"

The worst part was that he didn't even sound mad, he just sounded hurt.

"I need to talk to you."

"I don't want to hear it," Hayden replied sharply.

I grabbed his guitar from his hands. "I wasn't asking. I'm going to talk and you're going to sit here and listen."

He rolled his eyes, but I was pretty sure I caught a hint of a smile on his lips, and he didn't try to leave, so that was a good sign.

"What I said to you was uncalled for," I began. "I was mad and I took it out on you, and that wasn't fair. Despite what you might think, I don't think you're a disgusting excuse of a human being, and I know that you did what you had to do that night, and had no intention of upsetting me. So I'm sorry for what I said."

I took a deep breath, after saying that all in one breath.

"Forgiven," he said simply, taking his guitar back from me.

"That's it?" I asked, shocked. I had expected him to yell, or at least post something online, because I'm sure the fact that I had verbally attacked him in a bookstore was all over the tabloids by now.

"I thought we agreed that I wasn't a bad person," Hayden replied. "You apologized. Why would I need more? Let's just put it behind us. As long as we aren't spotted in public again anytime soon it'll blow over, and you can go back to your normal life as a crazy fangirl.

I couldn't help but smile. He was so level headed about everything, even after I had accused him of using his sister's cancer to promote himself.

"I almost forgot!" I gasped, and started rummaging through my pockets.

Hayden raised an eyebrow, as I pulled out three dollars and fifty cents, and out it in his hand.

"This is what I owe you for the ice cream and donut," I explained.

Hayden started laughing so hard I could practically feel the room shaking.

"You're an interesting one, Julia whatever-your-last-name-is," he finally said. "Besides, I borrowed your car, and promised I could pay you. The first part of that is the," he looked down at his hand, "three dollars and fifty cents I spent on you."

With that, he put the money back in my hand, and closed my fingers around it.

"But now, I have a question for you," Hayden said.

"Shoot," I responded.

"How on earth did you get into my recording studio? 

I laughed, and started telling him about my ten minute adventure with the guard, trying to get in.