I trudged down the corridor back to the gym, dreading of being in the same room as Demetria ugh out off all famous to have live in this building why Demi Lovato? Couldn't we get some boyband member like JJ Hamblett or even Selena Gomez or Cher Lloyd, like her legs come on wow
Anyway enough of my celebrity crushes eh
I got back to the gym and pushed open the glass door wanting this to hurry up and get over with but at the same time i want to go and curl up in a hole and never face anyone ever again
The second i pushed that door open Demi turned round so fast there may be a chance she has whiplash
She immediately rushed over to me but I pushed her away and refused to even look at her
“Why do you hate me so much” she suddenly asked
"I have my reasons okay” I snapped back at her
Its fucking early in the morning and im already 100% done with today
“Fancy sharing them with me?”
“Nah I’m good”
Jesus Christ doesn’t this woman world, she is one of the biggest fucking celebs in the world abut she never leaves the fucking building
Doesn’t she spend time in the studio or on set or something? Like seriously, she is here every single day
“Oh okay” she mumbled doing nothing to try and disguise the hurt that coated her voice
Ugh that made me feel slightly guilty not very much but slightly
“Look sorry, I get im being a bitch but clearly it’s been a shit day and I seem to be taking it out on you more than normal” I apologized because I am a real person and believe it or not I do have a conscience but mainly because im afraid she’ll tell my boss
“It’s fine” she replied smiling slightly
Oh god she better not off got the wrong idea, it’s called being nice I swear she better not think im flirting
“I have decided to take the month off plus I want to get in shape for my tour coming up so it seems like I’m gonna be down here quite a lot and it’s gonna be shit if are constantly arguing so can you try and get along with me?”
Oh well at least that explains why she is always here and never working
I suppose it would be better if we didn’t constantly argue well it’s actually me arguing she doesn’t really fight much but it’s not just up to me to make this work but it would be useful and it would make coming to work bearable
“I’m not saying we have to be best friends or anything but as long as we aren’t at the point of ripping each others throats out that works Justas well for me” she trired again
Probably because my thought side tracked me and I hadn’t even answered her
“Yeah sure, I can deal with that” I told her
Why the hell did everything that I say to her make me sound like a bitch, I wasn’t even to bothered with that idea actually I quite liked it but I go to talk and my mouth says something different to my brain
Whatever don’t want to get close to anyone anyway, what’s the point? I would just be setting myself up to get hurt all over again
A/N yayyy heres Chapter 6 :) All feedback on this has been positive so far and to know y’all are liking it makes me so fucking happy like I smile so much reading your comments so thankyou
