Paparazzi

1. Coffee

CHAPTER 1- Coffee

Demi's POV

I woke up and immediately checked my phone, Natalie had texted me.

From; Natz!

Hey, running a bit late... Do you think you could get your own coffee princess Demi?

I rolled my eyes at her text.

To; Natz!

Of course I can you bitch.

I didn't wait for her text back, if I have to get my own coffee I have to leave earlier than usual. So, once I showered, got dressed and did my hair and makeup, I walked out the door.

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I walked into Starbucks quickly, traffic had been bad so I was short of time. As soon as I rounded the corner someone hit into me, dumping hot coffee onto my sweatshirt.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" I half-yelled, looking down at the mess of hot coffee now covering me.

"Oh fuck I'm so sorry!"

For the first time, I looked up at the culprit. My glare turned into surprise, he was hot. More attractive than any guy o've ever seen in Hollywood- and that's saying something.

"I'm sorry, I really am." He said again, and I realized I hadn't responded to his first apology.

"It's fine... It's just.. I'm already late and I don't have time to go back and change." He smiled, and I felt my cheeks redden.

"Here, come with me." He walked out of the store and for some strange reason, I went after him.

We went to his car- a black mustang with chrome accents that I couldn't help but admire.

"Here." The Greek god handed me a bundle of black, I realized it was a t-shirt.

"Oh you don't have to-" I cut off as I realized I don't have any other option. "Thanks...?"

He smiled, "Jacob, but most people call me Jake. Uh, Marcelli."

I smiled, and shook the hand he held out, "I'm Demi... Lovato."

Greey god- Jake, nodded. "I've heard a lot of your music, my little sister is a huge fan."

My smile grew, "Well maybe I can meet her one day."

"Would you?" Jake's expression was serious. "I mean technically she's already met you in a meet and greet but maybe you could. I don't know-"

"I'll meet her." I cut him off with a giggle as a huge grin swept across his face.

"Really?"

I nodded again, "Here what's your number?"

Jake's brow furrowed, "Isn't the guy supposed to ask the pretty girl for her number?"

My heart fluttered and I could feel my face heating up, "Well.. I... uh.."

He laughed, "Well, Demi Lovato. Can I have your number in hopes of you meeting my sister and me taking you on a date?"

I giggled, "Sure."

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