Ummm... I said this chapter was going to start really gross, but that would be... gross. So I'm not going to. Anyways, I know its bad right now, but it will get better. Or I'll just scratch it. Well, I didn't upload for like two weeks so I'm uploading again. Well... yeah guess that's it. Uhhh... thanks to Amber(my lovely first fan) I will definitely be adding a character with your name. Probably not this chapter, but in one coming up soon. So thanks!
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______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Lance's P.O.V. ____________________________________________________
I sighed hard as I got back into my car, and sped away. This wasn't the first time I'd been with Becca. What can I say? I'm a guy, and she's good as hell. I suddenly felt my pocket vibrate, and pulled back out my phone. Yuck. It was Katrina. Again. She was hot and sweet, but was too... not slutty. She would kiss me, but that was all. Honestly I just dated her because her dad was frickin' famous, and she was hot as hell. And her dad could get me a job. She wanted to tell me that she was going back to the set with her dad again. I decided not to reply, but to continue driving. I would just tell her I had let my phone die later. I then dialed up Becca and told her to meet me at my house in five. I was already getting bored...
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Katrina's P.O.V. ___________________________________________________________
Lance had not yet texted me back. I gave up and decided he must not have had his phone with him. I was going back to the set again today, and was hoping that Brad was there again. I turned back to see my father grimly staring at the road. He hadn't been himself lately. He was sterner, and had little personality. I couldn't even remember the last time we had had an actual conversation. But right now, I wasn't willing to start one, so I closed my eyes.
I woke up to my fathers shaking. Him seeing my eyes fly open, got out of the car without a word. I quickly fixed my hair, and followed him back into the hotel. I searched around to see if Brad was there, but to no avail only saw the other guy who had left, and a younger boy with similar features. I sighed, and decided I would ask them if Brad was here. It would be better than being stuck with my dad all day. So, here goes nothing.
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I had returned to work, hoping that I would not see her again. But had decided that if she did show up, it would be okay. She was just a girl. Max and I were working the front desk, while Brad helped Reba with the food for the movie. He did love to cook, and after eight years of being his best friend, knew he would open a restaurant of his own someday.
I almost gasped as she walked in the door. Her hair was messy, but she still looked amazing. She was wearing comfortable yet fashionable clothes. She seemed to be able to pull of almost anything. She looked around before sighing then walking towards Max and me. I had not planned on having to talk to her! I sighed. It is okay, I thought. Just be a cocky dickhead, and she wont want to talk to you anymore.
"Hi, I'm Katrina." She started. Here was my chance. Just say something me, and she'll never want to talk to you again. No matter how much you wanted to talk to her, I thought. She was like a magnet. I couldn't be around her.
"I'm so sorry ma'am. I'll have somebody bring conditioner and a comb to your room immediately." I blurted out, pained.
"Uhh... I'm sorry?," she asked, then grabbed a strand of her hair, " oh. Is it really that bad? I just slept on a car ride." She smiled to me. Crap. I had to be a dick I thought, she was to nice. She wouldn't be easy to piss of.
"You're Katrina McFierson!" Max suddenly screamed out. "Your dad's like crazy famous." He blurted, and she blushed and nodded. She was really cute. But that made all of my suspicions true, she was a Hollywood starlet. I could never be with her. So I had to make her not want to be around me. If I didn't see her I wouldn't want to be with her.
"Your dad's famous, and you dress like that?" I asked, trying to be as mean as possible. Hopefully she hadn't seen me give her a look over when she fist walked in. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened.
"Excuse me? I don't believe I know you. At least I'm not the one in a tacky vest, with uncombed hair, probably thinking he looks "SOO HOT" when really, he just looks like an idiot." She snapped. It hurt for her to be so mean, but I deserved it. This was what I wanted. Or so I had thought.
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Okay... so. Hunter and Katrina are going to have this thing where they are like always being mean to each other. Hunter doesn't want to be with her because he has this thing against starlets. But he really likes her, so he doesn't want to be around her so that he won't want to be with her. Not much to say, going to watch SNL right now. Hope this story gets better soon. Soooo....
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