I'm Not Playing The Game, Dallas

Chapter 2

“YAAAAAAAAS!!!”

“YOU GOT A BAE?”

“OR NAHHHH.”

“Peeeeewma.”

“Okay so, Tammy. If the picture of me with them comes out blurry, I swear to god. I will cut your face and kill Bargooti.”

Bargooti, my Golden Retriever.

Shit, no. Damn it, Sav, don’t you dare. I will cut your precious red hair. 

“I didn’t even sign up for this.” I groan. 

Honestly, I really don’t want to be here right now. I know thousands and millions of girls would kill to be in my position and I may come off as an ungrateful prick but it’s only because I really want a devoted fan to have my ticket instead. I fully know that I don’t deserve to meet them as I barely even know anything about them and there are so many people out there that deserves this more than I do and I truly feel very sorry. Really.  

“OH MY GOD WE’RE HERE WE’RE HERE WE’RE HERE!” 

Oh. We’re here. Already?

Somehow, I can feel butterflies squirming in my stomach and my heartbeat get faster. My adrenaline flow is pumped and I can’t help but suppress a smile. Am I actually excited for this?

Ha ha, you wish.

Sure, they may possess a carefree psyche. And they’re pretty attractive too. But other than that, I don’t understand how they have got so many girls idolising and spending so much time on them. People say it’s because of their kindness and humour, but really? Is it really? In my unpopular opinion, I think most of their fame comes from their good genes. No, I don’t hate them but I’m not crazy over them either. Though, they do annoy me a lot when I watched them thrashing their hotel rooms. 

As I walk out of Megan’s Volkswagen, I can feel the spring breeze blowing in my face as winter comes to an end. I tug my aztec kimono cardigan tighter to my chest, wipe my sweaty palms against my denim shorts and straighten my basic white halter crop top. Yes, sweaty palms. But not because I’m nervous, it’s because I have focal hyperhidrosis on my palms and feet. But, when I’m nervous, the sweating increases 10 times more and everything I touch turns disgusting. 

Looking up, I see a swarm of girls gathering outside the place. Some of them were holding placards with words like “I love you” and edited pictures of the boys. How original. 

I can hear silent sobs coming from from my left and when I turn, it’s no surprise that I see Sav crying.

“I can’t believe I’m finally gonna meet them,” she chokes. “I love them so much. I just can’t… wait to hug Cameron.”

Savannah. She’s definitely the most hard-core fangirl among us. She reads a great deal of erotic fan fictions and seems to grow a temporary obsession with every boy she finds attractive. On the streets, teachers in school, her cousins, people online, celebrities and basically anyone. But Cameron, she’s been loving him since early 2013 when he still had his fringe naturally growing towards his right. Long before he decided to cut his hair. Long before he even hit 500k on Twitter.