Who to Love ( A Connor Franta / O2L Fanfic )

Chapter 2

Connor

The date at the resteraunt was interesting to say the least. While the resteraunt was top-notch and extremely classy, a group of fans paraded in the door, looking for me. They yelled my name, disturbing everyone's time at the resteraunt, but the security team managed it well. The girls were all pushed outside and told to leave the property, but a few of them lingered at the front doors.

We were seated at a private table in the back as to give us more security, and for that I was definitely thankful.

"Do you always get attacked by fans?" Grace asks in a rude tone. I roll my eyes at her.

"No, not really. Just when there's a rumor about where I am. And I would be happy to go out and say hi to them after we're finished," I reply. I give her a look of disliking, but then I remember we are supposed to be acting like we're dating. "Anyway, what would you like to have?"

She looks up at me, surprised at my sudden change of tone. A look of understanding crosses her face and she nods slightly, putting her fake smile on.

We discuss what we are thinking about eating, acting like a normal couple would. Both of us order water even though I told Grace she could get an alcoholic beverage. She informed me then that she wasn't yet 21.

"You aren't twenty-one yet?" I ask in a surprised tone. I completely thought she was at least the legal drinking age.

"No. Connor, I'm only nineteen," she replies, a small smile playing at her lips.

"You're only nineteen?" I say, even more surprised now. Holy shit, I didn't realize she was that young, I might have offended her. I suddenly remember asking her this question before. I guess everything else clouded over that.

She nods, looking around to see if anyone heard me.

"So, how did you land the job of being my girlfriend?" I ask her in a hushed tone.

"Well... The head of your management team knew about me and they asked me if I would be interested in a six month acting job. I didn't expect that acting job to be a girlfriend of a egotistical YouTuber, though. I expected it to be an actual acting job for a movie." Her words offend me, so I come back at her words.

"Oh, I'm egotistical? You're the one that thinks you're too good for this job!" I still keep my voice quiet, but I try not to act too angry.

"Please. All you care about is fame, and you got a fake girlfriend to get bigger." She rolls her eyes at me, brushing off my comment.

"I didn't ask for this!" I yell, gaining the attention of all of the people in the back room. I know I'm actually breaking a rule of the contract, but I could care less.

"Neither did I!" She yells back, almost equally as loud as me. She has an angry look on her face, one similar to a five year old's who didn't get their way.

"Actually, you didn't have to agree! I was forced to!" I state angrily, lowering my voice. She rolls her eyes before she grabs her bag and walks out of the back room. I mentally groan as I walk out after her.

She walks quickly, but it takes me no time to catch up. I have to fix this before people start talking. We have to seem like a normal coupe.

"Grace, stop," I say softly, grabbing onto her arm. She stops, but won't turn to me. I tug on her arm, trying to get a look at her face. She shakes her head. I turn her body to where she's facing me. I see a single year on her right cheek and immediately I feel guilty for what just went on between us.

"I'm fine," she says quietly, slightly pulling her arm away from me. I release it.

Another tear spills from her cheek and for a second I see that she isn't exactly the stiff person I thought she was. I reach up to her and try to wipe a tear from her eye, but she grabs my hand.