Fire With Fire (Cara Delevingne Fan Fiction)

"Emily! Emily! Is it true you stayed over *insert random celebrity*'s house?"

"Did you guys have intercourse?"

"It's pretty cold out, shouldn't you be wearing something less revealing?"

I lowered my head and covered my face with my left hand, ignoring their nasty comments. Did they actually expect me to respond with a "Yeah, we had sex last night!" or a "I know, I'm such a slut! Isn't that great?!"

Fuckers.

One might think that after years of this chaos, you'd be used to it. That is so not the case. I still can't believe that they have nothing better to do than going around stalking people.

You might be asking yourself: 'What's all the fuss about?'.

Two years ago, I was signed to Universal Records. Thus the beginning of my singing career. I'm - what the media likes to say - blowing up. I've started dabbling in the acting business as well and I guess that's sort of a huge deal

Not that I'm complaining or anything.

To tell you the truth, I'm not exactly what you call an angel. Never been a relationship type of person. I'll confess, I make questionable decisions and the media likes to get all up in my ass about it but I'm only human, I have needs.

"Your girl's been spotted Downtown LA, are you heading down there now?"

I balled up my fists and looked the photographer with the coldest, meanest scowl I could muster. My piercing grey eyes shot daggers at them.

"Can't you just leave me alone!? Don't you shits have anything better to do?" Yikes, should not have said that. That is definitely going to bite me in the ass later on.

"Just- fuck off" I raised my newly polished finger at all of them before sliding into the vehicle as the body guards shielded me from all the flashes. Tossing my long black hair to the side, I slammed the car door shut and let out a large huff as my body sank into the seat.