Chapter 7 This Crush Thing Is So Damn Hard

I finally met up with Emily and I didn't have the energy to go shopping, so we went to go eat. I told her everything that had happened.

"My girl, you are so lucky. I wish I was you" she said with dreamy eyes.

"Lucky my ass" I said as I took a huge chunk of my pizza. "I'll never be able to show my face around there again" I said while pretended to sob.

"C'mon, it's not that bad" she said sarcastically. I looked at her and she avoided my gaze.

"You're honestly the worst" I said as I concentrated on my food.

"Sooooo" she said bringing her head forward with her palm on her cheeks.

"So?" I asked curiously.

"How did he look up close" she said with a naughty smile.

"Who?" I asked confused.

"Anthony dummy" she said irritated as she gave me a hard knock on my head.

"That hurts you know" I said rubbing the part that hurt.

"I wished I was able to leave a big hole on your skull" she said rolling her eyes. "So??? Answer the question, how was he up close" she asked again smiling stupidly.

"He was alright" I simply stated while taking a sip from my cola.

"Just alright?" She said suddenly and it gave me quite a fright.

"Chill girl" I said after almost choking on my cola drink. She didn't say anything, she was probably waiting for me to correct my error in speech for saying the almighty Anthony's visuals was alright. I could tell with the look she gave me. "Ok ok, he was really handsome" I casually said.

"And.." she asked smirking.

"And what?" I asked impatiently.

"I need more details" she said cheerfully. "So?" She added.

"He dressed up nicely" I shortly added and I could tell from her look that she needed more details. "He also smelled nice" I said looking away and sipping my cola. She suddenly became bubbly after hearing this piece of information.

"You even smelled him, I'm so jealous" she said with puppy eyes.

"It's not like I intentionally took a whiff, I'm just sensitive to people's scent that's all" I said as calmly as I could cause I know that if I tried to sound panicked she was gonna tease me non-stop.

"Yea yea I got it madam whiffer" she said smirking annoyingly. I couldn't with her right now. She actually kept asking wierd questions which I chose to ignore as I was really not in the mood and tired.

After our little convo and meal, I decided to head home. Uncle Dran was out and would probably come back late. I got calls from Martin as he wanted to know how the shooting went. I told him everything that happened concerning the shooting and what happened with Mira too. We had a long chat about how mean Mira was. I also mentioned the Anthony incident to him. I regretted it though, because he laughed and mocked me. I guess he discovered one more word to mock me with "SICKO STALKER". I needed someone to console me and tell me that everything was gonna be fine and I shouldn't worry. Someone that wouldn't make fun of me and make me feel better about my horrible day, but apparently, I had no such person in my life. All my friends were garbage. I wouldn't even make the mistake of mentioning this to Uncle Dran. He was the worst of all, and he wouldn't let me hear the last of this.

"Get off the line if all you're gonna do is make fun of me" I said genuinely pissed.

"I'm sorry not sorry" he said laughing loud again.

"Ok bye" I screamed and wanted to end the call.

"Wait! Wait! Ok I'm sorry" he said and I paused cause it was obvious he had something else to say.

"I'm sorry for making you feel bad about everything that already went bad for you" he said chuckling a little but I could still hear it. I rolled my eyes but still wanted to hear what he had to say.

"But..." He continued. Why was I having a bad feeling about this, he was probably gonna say something stupid as usual.

"But, what if he reports you and your pictures are posted online as a sick stalker fan?" He said sounding serious.

I had chills run down my spine when I heard this.

"Girl, you're gonna be super famous, but you'll be trending as a weirdo" he said bursting into laughter

"This is not funny Martin" I said with my head aching.

"I know, I know but I can't help but imagine" he said jokenly. "But dear, make sure you have no negative press as it's bad for you, bad for you meaning it's bad for business and bad business makes Martins really angry, because Martin here wants to make money. Do you understand" he said but this time with a serious tune.

"I understand Sir Martino" I said with a fake accent.

"Crazy girl" he said chuckling. "I'll leave you to go rest up dearest sicko stalker" he said laughing before ending the call. He ended the call immediately probably so he wouldn't have to hear my backlash.

That call just gave me more headache and I was really hungry now. I was too lazy to prepare anything fancy so I just made a quick sandwich and had warm milk. I took a really short shower and dived right on my bed afterwards. Today was quite stressful. I had to shoot for that commercial and also faced Mira. I finally met Anthony face to face and it was a disaster and I was even mistaken as a stalker. Today was almost horrible. I was tired but I couldn't sleep as I tossed around on the bed. I decided to go online and check what was going on in the world and probably get sleepy. I scrolled through my feed until I saw pictures of Scott a fan had posted. He was wearing a pink cardigan and he was in a flower shop. I looked at every details of him in the photo analysing every angle of his face. He was perfection, even more than that Anthony, I said to myself. His beauty was incomparable to all of the flowers in the flower shop. I suddenly felt very happy after analysing his picture and I felt I could sleep. I turned off my phone so I wouldn't get any annoying calls that would disturb my precious beauty sleep. As I laid on my bed fantasising about Scott, something immediately came to mind.

"Why was Scott at a flower shop?? Who was he getting flowers for??" I was suddenly wide awake. I kept thinking about this. "It was probably for his mom or one of his sisters right?" I said trying to convince my self. I buried my head on my pillow in frustration. Once again my mind was a mess. This crush thing is so damn hard.