The Love sick Pop star

Chapter 1

      My life couldn't possibly get worse. I mean, first, my parents all of a sudden decided to move to some rich stuck up town full of snobs. Then, they put me in the biggest, richest high school that was there. And of course they picked the time to move here when the famous Cameron Storm was visiting this stuck up town. He was the famous teenage boy that all the girls were in love with. He was like his own boy band summed up into one person. I used to love his music when I was younger. But now, I hate him.

      As the years went on, he became richer, reckless, cocky, and of course, hotter. But looks weren't everything. Not in his case. Storm is 19, two years older than I am. When I heard that he's coming here for a visit, I almost died. Not of happiness like all the other girls, more for nervousness and dread. I thought that maybe I could live a low-key junior year here, no big excitement or surprises. But I guess not.

         As much I whined and complained, my parents still didn't give a shit about what I had to say about the awful move. Traveling from Florida to California was not at all fun. Yes, the places were both hot but still. I lived in Florida almost my whole life. I had friends there, family, a life. But that was all taken away by my parents. My dad found a job here but he won't tell me what it is yet. He said it was big, exciting, and important. What could be so important to not tell your own daughter?

      The one good thing that came out of this move was that we live closer to my best friend, Liam Keys. He moved here from Florida about a year ago. We've been best friends since second grade when I just moved to Florida from Mexico where I was born. Liam is like a brother to me. Ever since my older sister was shot and killed two years ago. She was only 17. As old as I am right now. By now, she would've been turning 19 in a couple months. But I don't like to talk about that whole situation. It's part of the reason why I hate Cameron Storm.

        "Hey, you okay?" Liam's deep raspy voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I glance over at him as we walk on the concrete sidewalk of the quiet neighborhood. Liam had one hand shielding his eyes as he was turned away from the sun and the other was gripping the strap of his backpack. Liam was tall. 6'4 to be exact. People often laugh when they see us walking together. I must look like an ant next to a giraffe when we're walking beside each other. I was a low 5'3. My whole family was short though so that's where I get it from.

       "Yeah I'm good. Just thinking," I shrug, looking down at my feet as I walked. We didn't have much walking to go to get to the high school. Liam has made it his job to walk me to and from school everyday. I usually get glared from other girls in the school because apparently, Liam is the hottie of the high school. I'm not going to say it's not true because it is. I used to have a major crush on Liam for most of my time of knowing him. His perfect dirty blonde hair and blue eyes.

          "Thinking about what? Cameron Storm?" He wiggles his eyebrows and sends me a playful smirk. I gaped at him in shock and elbowed him in the ribs.

       "Ow!" He complains and rubbed the area. I huff in annoyance and cross my arms.

       "You shit head, you know I don't like him! I could care less that he's coming to town. He can go die in a ditch for all I care." Yes, my words were a little harsh but Liam always made those kind of comments. He thought that deep down, I did have a little crush on Storm. But I didn't care about him one bit. I never really told Liam why I hated the celebrity. Liam just always seemed to think that I thought he was overrated.

      "Well sorry!" Liam puts his hands up in defense, "I hear all the girls talking about him and I haven't once heard a girl say that they don't like him. Well except for you of course."

       "Well that's because I'm not a follower. I like my own things. Even though everyone else loves him, doesn't mean that I'm expected to also," I cross my arms over my chest.