Sally Vs. The World

Sally Vs. The Movie Star

Let's get one thing straight: I'm not a stalker. Mostly. Okay, so maybe just a little bit.

This crazy adventure all started with my almost-boyfriend's camera with a love confession, Taylor Swift's helicopter, and Tom Hiddleston punching a guy. No, I'm not kidding.

It was a Tuesday, which is the worst day to begin an adventure. Adventures should start on a Saturday. And they shouldn't star a plain girl named Scaredy Sally (no joke, that was my nick-name from kindergarten through high-school, and for obvious reasons). 

The cutest boy in my college freshman Anthropology class, Hugh Hoght (pronounced hot, in case you were wondering) had just sat in front of me in the class field-trip van. I had been gawking after him all semester, and I'm 99.87% sure that he liked me back, but I had never had the courage to ask him out. Or even talk to him. But he did walk me home several times, and we always sat near each other in class. Okay, so I followed him home, and I always made sure to sit next to him, which is basically the same, right?

Anyway, there he was, right in front of me, his long hair in an irresistible man-bun, and brown eyes sparkling. "Dude," he said, nudging his friend in the side and held up his camera—who still owns one of those, anyway? We've all got cellphones. "I'm doing it. I'm telling her today. I already recorded it on my camera."

My heart jumped into my throat. Her? Me? He had just looked back at me, so it must be! I eyed the camera hungrily. What was it? A confession of love? Certainly, he had to feel our undeniable connection too, right?

The whole ride to comic-con, where we were supposed to do an ethnographic study, I watched his every move, waiting for him to turn around and give that camera. As the van pulled into the convention center parking-lot, Hugh said, "I'll give it to her over by the stairs, come on," and he nudged his friend again. As he got out of the van, I swear his gaze locked onto mine, and that slow smile turned my legs to jell-o. He looked at me! He had meant me!

Quickly, I clambered out of the van and followed after them at a safe distance. We walked around the side of the convention center towards the star's entrance. I glanced behind me to see our teacher, Dr. Maywyre, awkwardly following us. She was going to tell us to stay with the group! If I didn't catch up, I would never have a chance to see that love confession.

I quickened my pace and squeezed between the slats of the make-shift fence that blocked off the Stars' entrance. There, just ahead of me, was Hugh. He was rounding a trailer with the partial name "Tom Hidd—" emblazoned across the side—the rest of the name was blocked by a trailer with the name Taylor Swift in bright red letters. Foolishly, I paid no mind to the star-studded area, and followed Hugh around towards the stairs that lead into the convention center. He was placing the camera just underneath the metal stairs! He glanced my way, and then hurried off. This was it! My moment of true love! Eagerly, I raced to the stairs and pulled the camera from its hiding place.

Voices from the stairs began to shout as I turned the camera on and tried to figure out how to access the videos.

"Him?! You cheated on me with Joe Alwyn?" a man's British accented voice was shouting. Could they keep it quiet? I was trying to watch the love of my life pledge his devotion to me, thank you very much.

"Oh, grow up, Tom," a woman shouted. She sounded vaguely like... Taylor Swift? "I needed a new image,"

"I love you, Taylor!" the man growled, coming closer. "This Pillock is half your age and he's just after your money." Three people were stomping down the stairs toward me. After pushing yet another button, I huffed in frustration when the camera started recording instead of showing me Hugh's cute face and love confession. Instead, I had a perfect view of the famous movie star, Tom Hiddleston, his girlfriend, Taylor Swift, and some random guy who looked... well, yes, half of Taylor Swift's age.