Lakers vs. Manu

This is war!

Previously on Lakers Vs. Manchester United

I looked up to see him walk out.

  _____________________________________________________________________________   Adam Lockwood, Hollywood’s golden boy. His blonde hair, perfectly messed up and his million dollar, or shall I say pound since his majesty is English, smile. He was wearing a white t-shirt and dark blue jeans, that hung low on his waist displaying his Calvin Klein boxers. His t-shirt was mildly see through. Just enough to be able to see his perfect washboard abs. Finally he was wearing black vans.   

A couple of seconds after he came out all the girls jumped him. I watched with a content smirk. It was amusing and come on! He totally deserves this!! I mean I do have to survive his cocky highness for the rest of the summer!  A good five minutes later I went to his rescue, which I shouldn't have done. I took my Ray-Bans off and made my way towards him. It wasn't an easy job considering the desperate girls trying to rip his clothes off. I understand his pain. We girls can be, what's the word? Vicious, at times.   

I dug my way to him, grabbed his ear (wow Dia's indianess is rubbing off on me) and dragged him all the way out. Luckily he recognized me (I mean who wouldn't?) and didn't make a fuss. We walked out and I realized too late that the paps were still there outside. Brilliant! Here come the dating rumors. The fact that I was holding him by his ear didn't help at all. Ah well! I'll have to call Dia have her control the possible damage.  Weirdly I haven't heard a peep from his majesty. For some reason I felt self conscious, why wasn't he saying anything? Oh right it must have been his 'manners'.  I turned around to look at him and caught him smirking.  

"What are you smirking about?" I snapped. Oh god! This guy was trying to play my game. Wow he just lost whatever tiny ounce of respect I had for him. This guy tried to play my game! NOBODY tries to play my game. NOBODY! I am hollywood's hot player chick that no one can play! Come on even TMZ admitted it and now this cocky english prick wants my tittle, sure he can keep dreaming.The one who can act  amazingly and charm any guy that comes my way and this cocky ass was trying to charm me? Me! Stella Dior! No guy tries to charm me!   

"Nothing," he replied in his oh-so-hot English accent. 

"Well you obviously find something amusing about this situation so spit it out!" I hissed.

"Nothing, love. Don't sweat over it." I rolled my eyes, and I noticed that I was still holding on to his ear. Dia really got to me with her Indian ways.    I continued walking towards my car, making sure to move my hips. Why not have fun with the hot English dude living at your house for the summer right? I looked back and saw him staring at me wait never mind just my ass. Wow! Guys are so easy. Give them some ass and some boobs and that's all they need. When we arrived at MY BABY, I leaned against the car and look at him. He looked shocked. "This is your car?" he asked, his pure English dripping from his mouth.

"You like?" I replied flirtatiously. "Yellow isn't my colour. I'm more of a Aston Martin kind of guy, but it's a sweet ride." his smirk never left his lips as he came closer to me, " I'm not a Laker fan, either. I prefer football, and not that stupid American sport but the real football."  

Oh my god! He did not just insult two of my favorite things and try to flirt with me. This is it. I was nice to him. Now it's war! __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Yeah yeah we know we said two days but we have school and a life and we forgot. Anyways not a lot of people read the last chappie. Ah! well I guess it will catch on eventually.  Well thanx to all those who did read it. Please spread the word, fan, comment and vote!