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Chapter 2

"Maddi..Maddi.."

I woke up to green eyes shaking me. I didn't have to open my eyes to know it was him.

"Has anyone told you you're a douche," I mumbled with my eyes stilled closed.

"You just did," he said as he walked away to the oher side of the room to look in the closet. "Get your shoes on. I'll take you to the mall first so it doesn't look like you stayed overnight with me, then we will go to the hospital."

"I'm fine, just drive me back....please." He said nothing. He stepped out of the closet with a loose, dark blue tank, skinny jeans, and sneakers. He walked closer to me, but went to the nightstand and grabbed two pairs of raybands.

"Wear these," he said as he put his on. He walked out the door and let it shut. What a douche. I put my sunglasses on my head and carried my shoes like I did a few hours ago. I ran to the other room.

"Thanks, Luke, Toby..." I said.

"Anytime. And excuse the drama queen...he usually isn't like this," Luke smiled but the smile almost instantly dissapeared as he returned to whathever was on TV.

I ran out the door to find green eyes holding the elevator for me. I got inside and he leaned against the glass and just stared at me again. What was his problem?

I started to walk towards the door, outside, but he jogged to catch up to me and spun me around by my arm again.

"No, no, no, follow me. Put your glasses on."

I did so and we went to the back of the hotel where a worker opened the back door for us. About 15 girls were back there and immediately came towards us.

"Who is she?!"

"Can I have a picture??"

"Can I have an autograph?!"

Green eyes took me by the wrist and dragged me to the car, ignoring almost every girl, waving at some. We got in the car and immediatly started driving.

After about a minute of silence, I finally broke "Ok, who are you?"

He looked at me and smirked, "You don't know who I am?"

"No. No I don't," I said without emotion.

"My name is Sam. I was on American Idol."

"I see, I see...wait where are we going?"

"The mall. I'm not walking around with you looking like that,"

"I'm not that bad..." I said as I pulled down the mirror. Glitter was all over my face, my eyeliner was still intact but my eyeshadow was in lines on my eyelid in the creases. I rubbed them and he laughed at me. I just gave him a look. I looked down at my outfit...just a crop top and a pencil skirt...

We got to the mall and parked. He opened the door for once. I looked at him with surprise.

He laughed, "Come on."

He walked pretty quickly, too quickly for my short legs. He opened the door for me again, wow.

"Where shall we shop...Sam?" I said, just wanting to say his name, and maybe stop the awkward silences. I've always been like that. Awkward and silent.

"Here," he pointed and led the way into a little boutique.

It was cute. It was filled with summer clothes. He disappeared into the guys' section, maybe finding some things for himself as well. I went to the girls' side and searched for my sizes; a pair of faded, ripped, high waisted jean shorts and a black, short sleeve top that stopped right where the waist of my shorts did. I grabbed some black high tops and a baggier sweater and went back to try them all on. I stepped out to see myself in a bigger mirror.

"You look nice," Sam said, nearly scaring me half to death.

"Thanks..." I have never been able to take complements easily.

"Let's take the tags off of all of this so I can buy it for you," he explained slowly walking toward me.

"Sam, you don't have to, I have money."

"Let's consider this my apology for hitting you with my car," he said quieter and pushed my hair off to the side to take the tags off. I couldn't say this didn't make me a little uncomfortable. I searched for the short's tag before he got any ideas. As soon as I took off the tag he grabbed it from me. What did he think I would do with it? Take it and run?

"Your hands are like ice," he said and he turned to go pay in line. They are always.

By the time I got my old clothes from the dressing room, green eyes was there with a store bag for my old stuff.

I couldn't help but feel he did too much, though he did get on my nerves, "Thanks again...."

"Again, it's my apology. I'm hungry. Food?" he said without stopping for my reply. He headed straight for the food court...well I...I wandered straight to the pizza.

I got mine and turned around, to only see green eyes sitting there with his burger on his phone. I slowly walked over. I felt awkward...which should be a normal feeling by now, yet it never gets old. I sat down and he looked up and put his phone away.

"My turn for the twenty questions."

"Shoot." I commanded as I took my first bite of pizza. My taste buds were aching for it once I saw the pizza sign.

"Why are you in LA?"

I tried thinking things through, I didn't know how much I wanted him to know. "Well, I'm on vacation with my friend. Nothing big. We have another friend who lives here."

"I see. What's your favorite color?"

My eyes shot up to his. "Green," I said automatically. He smiled, knowing I meant his eyes. Shit is he a mind reader? ...No...I'm just really obvious...

Embarrassed, I continued, "Are you done, douche?"

"Not quite," he leaned back. How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"And where are you coming from again?"

"San Francisco."

"And what did you leave behind?"

I looked down and was dissappionted to find my plate empty. Green eyes had too many questions. Why the sudden interest? These questions were weird.

"I left my mom, family. Nothing much. Why are you here," I leaned closer and squinted my eyes as if I were investigating, "and what did you leave behind and where?"

"Well, Ms. ...?"

"Martin."

"Well Ms. Martin, your number of questions are up. If you follow me," he said standing up and pushing his chair in abruptly, "maybe you'll get some more answers."