Take control (a Nash Grier fanfic)

Chapter 5

"No no no no no no!"

"WHAT?! How many times do I have to tell you, she WAS his girlfriend," I explain to Nash, he shakes his head, but I know he knows I'm right.

"Read the book again. You're dumb as hell and you don't have a memory," he says. I laugh. Like really loud.

I bet you're wondering what's going on. Okay, rewind back to when I arrived at the party: it was a sunny day in California and Juliet Moor- okay, cut. I was trying to make this sound cool. This is what actually happened:

I had just stepped foot on Matthew's porch and damn was his house fancy. I don't even think fancy can begin to describe it. Anyways, the anticipation and nerves were eating at my bones and I felt like I was about to burst. I mean, I haven't been to a party in three years, c'mon, am I the one to blame?! No. Shut the fuck up please. Sarah rung the door bell like twenty times and oh did she seem excited. "Matthew, Matthew Espinosa!" She squealed. "I can't believe we're at his party, I mean, do you know who he is?! Fuck Matthew, do you know who Nash is?!" I wanted to cry right at that moment because 1) she was making me more nervous than I could ever imagine and 2) I felt really left out cause I didn't know why she was talking about Nash and Mathew like they were Justin Bieber.

I lied and nodded my head, "um, yeah, duh. Who doesn't?" I said and giggled oh so graciously.

"No," she said to me in an I-don't-believe-you tone, her eyes wide. "You don't know who they are! You don't know who they are!" she chanted. My eyes were watering, I was actually going to cry, on my second party in my eighteen years of age.

"Whaaa?" I said. "Of course I know who they are!"

She laughed and I was worried that the starving kids in Africa would hear her and wake up and start crying. So I said, "okay, fine. You caught me. I don't know who they are or what they do or why they have so many friends or why they're so attractive." I mentally stabbed myself for saying the attractive part, but thank God Sarah didn't seem to notice, and if she did, she didn't seem to mind.

"Nash, Matthew, Cameron, Carter, Taylor, Aaron and a bunch of other guys are members of this- I don't really know what to call it- group, I guess, called Magcon. They are vine famous and also YouTube famous. Some of them sing or make beats or something like that, but most of them just act. They are the real deal, Jules. People actually pay to see-" Thank God the door swung open because the mascara Sarah applied to my eyes- against my will, may I add- was starting to leak. Because I was crying, I was crying because I don't want to hang out with famous people, and I don’t want to hang out with famous people because 1) I'm not famous and I can't deal and 2) I'm not famous and I can't even hang out with normal people, let alone famous people whom I did not know were famous to start with.

Anyways, the door swung open and I think Matthew, because Sarah showed me a picture of him earlier appeared by the door. "Hi, oh my god. I'm so sorry, I had to get like two drunk girls home safely then open the door because whenever I told someone to get the door they either pass out or get distracted." He was almost out of breath, I could tell because his face was red.

"You blabbed," I said quickly.

"What?" Both Sarah and Matthew said. Way to act with famous people, Juliet.

"Sorry. Just needed to get it out my system." If Matthew laughed that time, I couldn't tell because Sarah stepped on my foot really painfully by accident on purpose. Yet another reason to make me cry that lovely night. Am I right, people? Matthew Espinosa apologized again for the seventh time and opened the door for us. I was greeted by the smell of alcohol, and Sarah was out of sight, so I immediately turned around and began to walk out but someone grabbed my elbow.