my chapter names are going to be the names of what song I'm listening to when I first start the chapter
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Laurel Marks
I never understood the whole concept of 'paparazzi'. All they are are rude, selfless people who invade celebrities privacy. But I guess that makes me rude and selfless because my father forced me into being one. Sure it makes good money but every celebrity hates you. It's not like they know your name or anything but it still stings ya know?
"Laurel, quit daydreaming and come into my office for your next assignment." My father grunted as he shoved my feet off of my desk.
I stood from my desk chair and closed my laptop before walking toward my fathers office.
"Shut the door." he muttered as I walked in the room.
I rolled my eyes and closed the door then sat in the black leather chair infront of his desk as he typed on his computer probably editing the last assignment I got him. He glanced away from his computer toward me then looked back at the screen of his computer.
"Justin Bieber is rumored to be at the beach you know what to do." He said then waved me off.
I stood from the chair, my maroon vans squeeking against the tiled flooring of his office, and walked out of his office and to my desk to get my things.
"Isn't it a little too hot to wear that to the beach?" An annoyingly familiar voice spoke behind me.
"It's a v-neck and leggings Jeremy, I'll be fine." I muttered as I shoved my camera into my bag.
"But it's all black." He said, his voice full of concern.
I huffed and slung the strap to my black fringe messenger bag over my shoulder and turned toward Jeremy.
"Jeremy, we broke up a year ago. Quit acting like you're my boyfriend for god sake." I spat.
"I'm just looking out for you L." He sighed.
"I don't need a fucking babysitter." I hissed and purposely bumped shoulders with him as I passed him.
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I shifted a bit in my crouched position behind a rock as I waited for any sign of Justin. I'd been here for 15 minutes and my feet were going numb. I glanced toward the ocean and smirked at what I saw.
"Sorry Jovanna, looks like Jelena is back together." I mumbled under my breathe as I snapped pictures of Justin and Selena playing around in the ocean and I even got one of them kissing.
I put my camera back into my bag and headed back toward my car while scrolling through my twitter newsfeed.
I let out a grunt as I was tackled to the ground.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry." A british accent apologized.
"It's fine." I muttered opening my eyes to see a blue eyed boy with brown hair who I recognized as Louis Tomlinson. "Could you get off of me though I kinda need to get back to work." I muttered awkwardly.
"Right sorry." He nodded and helped me up.
"Thanks" I nodded at him.
"See ya around." Louis waved.
"Yeah, sure." I waved and picked up my phone that had fallen from my hand and kept on my route to my car.
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"Jelena's back together." I said as I dropped the stack of pictures I had taken onto my fathers desk after having to develop them all.
My father looked up from his computer and down at the pictures. He picked up the stack of pictures and looked through them, a wicked grin slowly growing on his lips.
"And this is why you're Co-Chief" He smirked. "You're off the rest of today but tomorrow I have a huge assignment for you."
I nodded and went back to my desk. After gathering my things I made my way out of the building and to my car.
"L, is that you?" My room mate Asher shouted.
"Yeah." I shouted back.
I walked down the small hall way to my room and dumped my things onto my unmade bed. I then changed out of my work clothes and into a pair of spandex shorts and an oversized sweatshirt. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and made my way into the living room where Asher sat on the couch watching Keepin Up with The Kardashians.
"Isn't this a re-run?" I asked sitting next to him and taking one of his fries and eating it.
"Yeah but it's my favorite episode." He shrugged. "Oh and Danny's coming over in an hour or so."
I nodded. Danny is Asher's boyfriend. Asher is my best friend who I met my freshman year of highschool and we've been best friends since.
"I'm gonna go take a nap or something, night." I patted Ashers head causing him to smack my hand because he hates when I do it.
"You're annoying go away." He muttered.
"Love you too Ash." I laughed.
He held his middle finger up to me making me roll my eyes and chuckle.
"You're a slut and I hate you." Asher said putting his finger down.
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