Sarah Smiles

Chapter 17

I feel really uncomfortable publishing this bit here we go!

-GGB16

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I quickly stand up and look down.

There he was.

The man that I hated with a fiery passion.

"What the hell?!" I basically yell.

Andy, Pete, Joe and Patrick all look over at me.

"Miss me?" He asks smiling.

I furrow my eyebrows together and make and offended face.

He laughs.

"Did you hear my new song?" He asks standing up.

I take a step back.

I nod slowly.

"Did you like it? It was about you" he smirks coming closer.

"I know" I say softly not able to look him in the eye.

"How?" He asks taking another step closer making me take another step back.

"Well you only said Sarah about 100 times and you said Doll and are you saving me?." I say again.

I keep my eyes on the floor.

He nods.

"Very smart girl" he smirks again.

Just then someone walks in causing Brendon to take his eyes off me.

Thank god.

I look up and am shocked to find someone who I never thought I would see in this studio.

I look around for Pete or Patrick someone but they were already in the booth recording.

"Hey Sarah" Dallon says awkwardly.

Oh, Dallon was in the band with Brendon.

He left Jess when she went crazy basically and we had to lock her up in a Mental institution.

"Hi" I softly say feeling so small with these two men who were not only taller than me and stuff but also could do what they want with me.

I sit back down on the couch and Brendon sits down next to me and puts his arm around me.

I make a disgusted noise and throw his arm off.

"Awe, doll don't be like that" he whispers in my ear.

I push him off me.

I look over and see Dallon messing with his guitar paying no attention.

I turn my head to say something but lips are on mine and I INSTANTLY pull away as quickly as I can slapping Brendon.

I get up and grab my purse storming out of the room and down the hall into the lobby and outside to the car.

"Shit" I curse under my breath knowing the keys are in Patricks pocket.

A paparazzi comes up to my face and snaps a picture of me.

I flinch away and shove the camera out of my face.

Then a whole Hurd of paparazzi comes over and starts snapping pictures asking me questions.

I try to get through but it was impossible they wouldn't let me through.

Well, it was just this one guy.

"Can you move?" I ask pissed off.

"Afraid I can't, doll" he says with a thick boston accent.