Chasing Josh (Short-story)

Chapter 2

Jessica's POV

I know I hated Josh Hutcherson or the person I saw in the movies but, I just couldn't get him out of my mind.

He was just a human.

I thought every time his name popped up into my head. The only reason why I couldn't get him out of my mind was that he was famous. That's it! It's completely stupid to think of someone different just because they are on television. He should be treated like everyone else, it's not fair. Other people are born with talents and are never recognized. Lady Gaga, for instance, wheres her talent? My neighbor is a magnificent song writer and can sing beautifully, why isn't she recognized? Simple. She's not rich nor famous.

After all this time i realized why I hated Josh Hutcherson. I hated him because I was jealous. He was an actor and what was I? A girl that went to school everyday with average looks and got to watch his ass on the television. I hated him because everyone adored his dreamy jaw line and his perfectly laid out abs. Then there was me with my messy hair and my poorly dressed attire. Everyone wanted him just because of what they saw on TV. They had no idea who he really was.

I was a nothing and he was a something.

That's why I hated Josh Hutcherson.

I snapped back into reality and looked down at my phone focusing on the text he sent me the other day.

JOSHHHY: Had fun can't wait til Wednesday!

I never responded to him. Partially because I didn't know how and also I may have not wanted him over. He had to though. Ava adored him and she has been talking about him all week. I couldn't just make an excuse why he couldn't show up. Her heart would break in 5 million little pieces. I pushed the call button on the right side corner of my phone and waited for his voice to pick up.

It was the answer machine. Thank god. If he answered I wouldn't have known what to say. I would've been clueless and panicked and probably hung up before one little word was spoken. I quickly left a message asking what time he was coming over. I hope he couldn't hear my voice shaking.

I placed my phone on my bed and made my way over to my dresser laying out what I would wear today. I don't know why I kept caring what he thought. He doesn't know me and would never like me due to my lack of money and fame. At this moment I stopped what I was doing and dialed  my friend Matt's number. Matt has been my friend since kindergarten and he has helped me with every mistake and boy trouble I've been in. I haven't spoken to him this whole summer and I needed to hear his voice and maybe get a little advice out of him.

Matt: Sup fag bag

Matt and I have this friendship where we make fun of each other all the time. I guess his new nickname for me is fag bag for the day. Matt is what you could call chubby and not very tall. He was the boy with merely no friends and was always playing chess.  I didn't mind it though. Once one got to know him he was extremely pleasant to be around.

Me: Besides the fact that Josh Hutcherson is coming over my house tonight, my life is pretty great.

I could hear Matt laughing on the other side of the phone. He could never take me seriously. Honestly in this situation who could or would.

Matt: So is that like a code name for someone you dislike. I really am enjoying your new ttype of humor.

Me: No Matt, he is really coming over. I saw him the other day when I was taking a jog. He's here visiting his parents and the bitch wants to come over. I said no and Ava is insisting on-He cut me off