Even Heroes Have Scars

[9] Confused

A/N so not a lot happens in this chapter it's almost like a filler but it kind of ends on a cliffhanger. Don't hate me! Hope y'all like it.

Demi's P.O.V.

"Demi!" a voice behind me yelled.

I spun around and saw Sugar pushing the man that I told to guard the door.

"Sir," I stepped away from Wilmer and Ansley and stood in front of the man guarding the door. "This is my body guard, Sugar. He's with me."

"Okay," the man backed off.

"What the hell were you thinking, Demetria?" Sugar asked as he followed me back to Wilmer and Ansley, ignoring Wilmer's extended hand and "hey."

"I didn't do anything," I groaned.

"Where the hell did you go?" he boomed.

"I've been, like, right here the entire time," I said obviously.

He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, his muscular arms in my face since he was so tall.

"My job is to protect you from any form of harm, including paparazzi. I turn my back for one second and then you're outside with paps and this... girl," he said in almost disgust.

"This girl is my friend for your information and if you can't accept that then I will fire you," I snarled, crossing my arms.

"I'm calling your manager," he sneered, pulling out his phone and dialing my manager's number. "Uh yeah hey... I've got Demi here and she's got a friend... No I've never met this friend before... Demi, did they get pics of you?"

"Yeah," I looked down.

"She said yeah," Sugar repeated. "No she's not famous... She threatened to fire me if I didn't accept her and her friend... Yeah... Fine... Okay bye."

He hung up and looked at me coldly as he slid his phone back in his pocket.

"You're allowed to be friends. But, you cannot be seen together more than you're seen with Marissa," Sugar explained.

"What the hell?! I'm never seen with Marissa! How come I can't see my friend?! This is so unfair! Come on, Ansley, Wilmer, let's go!" I stomped to the counter and slapped down my seventy-five dollars then stormed out the door with Wilmer ushering Ansley to follow me and I ran as fast as I could in my heels, ignoring the god damn paparazzi and their huge ass cameras.

"Baby, slow down," Wilmer called after me.

I stopped and sat down, almost immediately standing back up when I was approached by about eight girls. Lovatics. They all got autographs and pictures and most of them were crying so I stood and talks for a while.

"You're all so beautiful," I said as I looked at each of them. "Stay strong, girls. I love y'all."

Wilmer and Ansley finally caught up with me and Wilmer put his arm over my shoulders again. I wanted to shove his shoulder off but I didn't, I just wore a fake smile.

"OMGosh!" A blonde shrieked, causing me to giggle.

"D-Dilmer?!" A brunette yelled. I nodded and put my head on Wilmer's shoulder.

Ansley looked around, not knowing what to do, so I reached out my hand and pulled her to me by her wrist. She flenched which made me feel bad but she tried to cover it up. I hesitantly looped my arm around her waist, making her smile at the ground, and weaved my index finger around her index finger.

"Who's this?" another brunette asked.

"Oh, this is Ansley. She's one of my friends," I smiled.

"H-hey," Ansley waved, her cheeks going a deep shade if pink, signaling that we should go.