Chapter 12

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by ytaylor93

by ytaylor93

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Ugh, sorry again! College is kicking my butt so I haven't had time to update. Just please bare with me until summer when hopefully I'll be able to upload at least once a week. ALSO, I just wanted to say that every single Scotty fact isn't going to be right in this story. His college is different, he has a few friends who aren't real in real life. As the story goes on there will be more stuff that isn't exactly Scotty. I don't want the story to be like every other Scotty fan fic so I'm trying to switch it up a little bit. If you don't like that then I'm sorry. :(

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I woke up the next morning to my phone constantly vibrating. I was wondering who could be texting me so much this early in the morning. People know I like my sleep and I'm grouchy if I don't get enough sleep. I rolled over and looked at my phone to see it was all twitter notifications from people I've never heard of or know. I opened my twitter account to read nice genuine things but also some hate. But hate for what? What did I do? So I kept reading all these tweets when I came across one that said, "Why are you all over Scotty? You know he doesn't like you." Um, okay? First off how does she know I've hung out with Scotty and she doesn't know our relationship. There were other tweets saying, "She's so pretty. He's a lucky guy and she's a lucky girl." "He looks so happy with her. I love seeing him smile. Will you follow me, Bridget?" "This girl is ugly. I don't know why such a handsome guy would go after a girl that looks like that."

My heart was beating super fast as I began to see the pictures that have been posted. How did these get posted. I went back to the very beginning of how this whole things started and read the twitter name of a girl named Alyson, and as soon as I clicked on her profile I realized it was Alyson at the close-up concert. My eyes began to fill up with water wondering why she would do such a thing. She was stalking us ever since we left the concert. She wanted to destroy our lives because she's crazy and obsessed. All these fans who were giving me hate just lowered my confidence and I didn't want to get out of bed so instead I just laid in bed with tears flowing down my face.

After laying down for a good ten minutes I heard a knock on my door that happened to be Scotty's voice on the other side. "Can I come in?"

I let out a weak "yeah" as he opened the door slowly and walked in. He instantly saw my tears and came rushing to my side. Trying to comfort me he started rubbing my back and wiping the tears away.

"Is this about the twitter thing? I logged on this morning and saw all the comments people were making. I swear I didn't plant those pictures on there. I don't know who took them," Scotty said genuinely.

"It was Alyson. I figured it out this morning."

"Alyson from the concert who you said was upset at you?"

"Yeah, that's her. She's just trying to ruin our relationship because she's jealous. She wants you all to herself," I said in a hushed tone.

"Okay, well that's not going to happen because, for one, I don't want to be with a crazy jealous stalker who tries to ruin peoples lives. Also, you're gorgeous and you're the one I want to spend the most time with. Please don't let her bring you down. We will fix this I promise."

"Scotty, people on twitter are saying I'm ugly and that I'm not good enough for you. They don't even know me so why are they so hateful?" The tears began to fall down my face again.

"You're right they don't know you so they're jealous. They hate that you get to spend time with me and they don't but you're gorgeous inside and out. No way are you ugly or not good enough for me. Just ignore them and focus on the positives." he said with a cute smile.

I laughed while wiping my tears away and just looked at Scotty, "Thank you. You're right. I'm fine I promise."

"Good, now get dressed we are going to go get some Starbucks therapy for you."

I smiled really big and embraced him in a huge hug, "I think you're perfect."

He laughed, "I wouldn't go with perfect I just think I'm getting to know you well and know what cheers you up."

"Thank you. Give me fifteen minutes and I'll be ready." I paused and spoke up again, "Scotty, I'm really sorry about you getting noticed in my hometown when I promised it wouldn't happen."

He turned around and gave me a grin, "It's not your fault. Now, get ready."

He smiled and left the room as I watched him leave. I laid in bed and scrolled through twitter again favoriting all the positive remarks that fans had left me. I decided I should probably tweet something especially with all the new followers I had. So I ended up with tweeting this, "Hi everyone. Um, thanks for the positive remarks. I've been a fan of Scotty's since day one so please no mean comments. :)"

Instantly there were a ton of favorite and retweets. People asking me to follow them or say hi. It was kind of surreal to think all these people wanted to be my friend, coming from a girl who didn't have many friends. Once I got out of bed I just put on jeans and a t-shirt, and put my hair up in a bun with a little makeup applied to my face. I walked out to the tour bus where Scotty was waiting for me. We hopped in my car where I drove to Starbucks while holding Scotty's hand. I smiled as he rubbed his thumb on my hand softly. Once we arrived at Starbucks I parked the car and we walked in. Scotty put his hood up just in case people recognized him here. He bought us drinks and we sat outside on the patio engaging in long meaningful funny conversations about different scenarios of this situation with Alyson.

Shockingly, I began to care less about the situation. Everyone has haters and all you have to do is ignore them because the people who stand by you are the people you need to stick with. Scotty was someone I needed to stick with. I watched him pick up his drink as he people watched. He looked at me and gave me a genuine smile and reached for my hand. I could feel my face burning up as I know it was beat red. We both laughed as we finished our drinks.

Okay, guys I'm on writers block. What do you think should happen now? Pitch any ideas you want and I'll pick my faves and intertwine them into the story.