Unexpected

Three

     "Michael... what?" I asked, unsure of the words he just said. The fact of him being a celebrity was unbelievable. Was what he saying true or just another trick to let my imagination run wild. "Sorry, but, I don't believe you. Actually, famous pervert seems to suit you more."

     Mike–or, uh, Michael–rolled his eyes and took a step back, giving me space to actually move out or head for the door. What is he planning to do? "Don't believe, eh? I'm surprised you don't know me. Anyway, you should probably look it up. I bet after you know, then, you'll fall for my charms."

     "What? Fall for your charms? Why would I fall in love with a pervert like you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Yes, he may not exactly be a pervert. But, it was fun calling him that. I like to seem him get pissed. It's entertaining. 

     "You'll see," he said, almost threateningly, though I doubt he needs to threaten me if he wants me to fall in love with him–which I highly doubt will happen in my young, teen life. "You will fall in love with me, Michael Clifford from the famous band called 5 Seconds Of Summer!"

     "Why do you want me to fall in love with you? I mean, you're famous and there's a bunch of other girls just waiting for you to notice them. Why me, among the thousands of fans you have?" I asked. Actually, that did have a point to everything. Among thousands or millions of those screaming fans, he chose me, a girl who doesn't even know who he is.

     He smirked, making me rethink he's a pervert, again. "Because I know you're different from those fans. I know that you have something they don't. I'm just not sure what. I just feel it in many knows but don't know it."

     I quickly dashed to the door and held it open. Before leaving his room, I turned around and muttered, "Pervert," Then, before he could say another word to stop me or pull me in his room again with his tight grip, I shut the door and ran in my heels to the elevator. And wow, my feet ached so much after what happened today. With all the running and up and down the elevator, I'm totally happy when my shift ended at 5 PM.

     "Hey, Liana," I greeted, holding up my iPhone up my ear. It's finally great to have my phone–instead of those telephones that they had on the front desks–near me. It's like I travelled back to a year where smart phones weren't invented yet. "You want to come over? My shift just ended and I'm beat up. I want to talk to you."

     "Sorry, Deena," she said, apologetically on the other line. "Mom's gone on a business trip with my dad and I'm stuck at home, babysitting. Not sure when they'll come back or when I'll hangout with you. But, I hope you." Then, there was a crash and breaking of things on the other line. It was so loud that even the I could hear it! "No! Danny! Stop that! Ugh. See ya Deena. Chaos is forming here."

     All I could hear was the beep of the call ending. I'm tired and lonely. What else could I do on this boring day of mine? I looked around the lobby, checking out the guests that were sitting down on the sofas that were installed a few months back. Some of the guests were buying stuff from the vending machine, that was installed just yesterday.

     With much commotion I had today, I decided to take a break by sitting by the pool, relaxing and drinking some smoothies while I unwind myself with music. My feet sored from running and wearing heels in the process. I requested Fiona to bring me a pair of flippers so I could change out of these torture heels. 

     Don't get me wrong, though. I love heels! But, what I just experienced today, I might not want to wear one until my feet gets better. 

     "Lonely?" asked a voice. Though, I couldn't really hear it over the loud music I was blasting up with my earphones.