Starstruck - Chapter Three - Never Let You Go
Haven Anderson is a famous singer, every girl knows him, and almost all have pictures of him plastered on their walls. Gypsy is just a small-town girl, one of the few who are not obsessed with Haven, she has bigger dreams than marrying someone famous. But when fate pulls these two into meeting, will she change her mind? And will Haven finally see that there's something better than just the spotlight?
And I'm sorry about all the grammar issues and paragraphs and such, I write out my stories in a program called Storymill, but when I copy and paste it, it gets rid of all my indention's and some of my symbols and such. Like in the first chapter, there was a sudden time change, and I labeled it as such in Storymill, but then it deleted it when I posted it on Buzzle. :( Oh well, thank you for putting up with all of my mistakes!
Tavita K - I'm glad you like it. :) I know it's rushed, but I'm trying really hard not to do that. It's a very bad habit of mine. :'( And, you're so right. I looked Alex Pettyfer up, a bunch of shirtless pictures came up, and I went from :o to *_*. I think I like him more now. :3 And he makes a better 'older' Haven, too! I was also thinking Katie Melua for Gypsy. I found a beautiful picture of her that just fit Gypsy perfect. At least, I think so!
Nessa - I'm glad you like it! Hope you enjoy the other chapters, too. ^_^
R - I apologize yet again, but this is the massive change I was talking about. If you decided to read this chapter. I'm really sorry if it offended you. But again, thank you for saying something. It's probably pretty close, but there are a ton of differences, still, I think. I hope. Maybe. o_o
The guy in the picture is Haven, by the way. It -is- Alex Pettyfer. Isn't he beautiful? *Wipes up drool...* :3
Anyway, On with the story! ^_^
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***Her words stung. Mostly because she was right, I had just treated her as if she was some annoying burden that I had to tote around, but she wasn't, and I didn't, this was my choice. I could only sit there as girls swarmed my car. Off in the distance, a blonde girl was looking longingly over at me, then back to the school with concern. She quickly inhaled, then ran towards the school, following after her. I didn't even know her name, and I was telling her who she was.
But I hadn't meant it that way, I only meant to protect her. I never wanted to hurt her, never wanted to see her run away in tears. The only option I could see now, was following through on the deal. I made a promise to her, and I was determined to keep it. I opened my door, plastering a phony smile across my face. I gently pushed through the crowd of squealing girls, muttering greetings and other random phrases.
"Girls! Get to your classes this instant!" Many protests spread out, but the students were ushered away by the many teachers, who looked quite dazed themselves. The woman who had spoken came up to me with a friendly smile, "Haven Anderson. It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Rosalie Mills, principle. How may I help you?"
I shifted uneasily, "Uhm.. Well, I'm here to sing-"
"At the Halloween Dance? But that's not until Friday!" I grinned, this was perfect.
Chuckling, I answered, "Of course, but I thought I'd show up today. It's a very special girl's birthday, and I was asked to come early so I could sing to her."
"Ah," She replied, "Will you be attending school until then? Perhaps you'd like to become better acquainted with the school?"
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, "What a great idea. Let me just call my manager."
She beamed, nodding, "Yes, Mr. Anderson. Just come to my office when your ready."
"Alright." I waved a small goodbye after the old, warm woman. And I thought principles where supposed to be evil. I shrugged it off, dialing Rodger's number.
"Hello?" He answered, sounding quite flustered.
"Rodger! Hey. Yeah, It's Haven. I'm in Carlsbad, California, and-"
"What? What are you doing in Carlsbad? Haven, come back, now."
"Rodger, I'm going to be performing at the school dance, and until then, I'll be going to school here. I haven't graduated yet, and I'd like to know what it's like to be a senior." It was true, I was behind one year due to my lifestyle. It was hard to study when you're always busy with other things. And, I was curious.
"How did you get down there, Kid?"
I hesitated, should I tell him about her? "I gotta go, Rodger. Bye." I quickly hung up on him, trotting into the school. I slowed down in the junior hall, peeking in the windows. I finally spotted her, head laid down on her arm, pencil scratching intently on the paper. I waved my hands, hoping to catch her attention. It worked. She glared out at me, then raised her hand, speaking for a moment before she paused, then stood, exiting. She walked straight forward.
"What?" She hissed, glaring.
"I'm sorry." I frowned, moving forward to hug her.
"Sorry? Your sorry? That's it. Now you expect me to forgive you. No." She stepped back, "I'm not so easily fooled by you, Haven. You can just spout vile lies, then say your sorry and have my world turn only for you. That's not how it works."
I crossed my arms, I wanted so bad to snap back, but images of her running hurt flashed through my mind. I sighed, "Fine. You're right, I'm wrong, I'm sorry." With that, I spun on my heel, striding towards the office. I heard the classroom door slam shut behind me. This wouldn't be easy.
*** It was lunchtime at last, but Haven's words still rang through my ears like a bullet through my heart. It wouldn't go away. I had forgotten about our deal, I tried so hard not to think about him. As soon as I entered the cafeteria Alexis ran over to me.
"Gypsy!" She instantly hugged me, "What happened? I saw Haven Anderson, then you running with tears streaming!"
I smiled a small smile, "Nothing. There was just far too much dust in my eyes." I didn't think she'd buy it, and she didn't, but we were interrupted by Mrs. Mills, the principle.
"We have a very special treat for you all. Ladies and gentlemen, take a seat, we will begin momentarily." And that's when it hit me. My present. To Alexis. This was wonderful. Everyone hurried to their seats. I took my time to grab a sandwich before sitting. "Please welcome.. Haven Anderson!" Claps and cheers erupted throughout the cafeteria as more students pored in.
Haven casually walked out onto the stage, lights now dimmed, some kind of spotlight on him. "Hello Carlsbad high school!" More cheers, "I'm here today for a very special young lady. Today is her birthday," Alexis' eyes went wide. I smiled, it was worth it. "And this is a very special present from a very special friend. Let's give it up for.. Alexis Brewing!" Cheers and claps rang out across the cafeteria. Alexis actually started to cry, her hand slapped over her mouth as the light landed on her.
"Come on up, Alexis." He grinned his million dollar smile at her. She stood, as if in a daze, and walked up to the stage. "What's your favorite song?"
She stuttered as she spoke, "Uh.. Uh.. Uhm.." Haven grinned patiently, his eyes glancing over to me every now and then. "H-hold tight." She was shaking as the music started. He sang to here, looking directly at her the whole time.
"Just hold tight,
We'll make it alright,
Baby, hold tight,
This is the only way,
To make it through the night,
It's a wild ride,
But you know I'm on your side,
Baby, please,
Just hold tight,"
As soon as the song ended, he hugged her, then turned to face the audience, "There's someone else I'd like to apologize to, I don't know her name, but I know I cut her deep." He couldn't possibly. "Would she please come up here?" I didn't know what I was thinking, but I stood. The spotlight landed on me, and I know I couldn't back out. I confidently strode up to him, ignoring all the eyes.
"Is this the plan now?" I frowned.
"The plan?" The large grin had been wiped off his face.
"Pressuring me into forgiving you?" I crossed my arms across my chest.
"What? No! I'm really trying to say I'm sorry. Not only for hitting you with the door, but also for saying what I said. I told you, I was wrong." His eyes pleaded with me. And for a moment, I actually got lost in them, my heartbeat accelerating for reasons I didn't know.
"Some things can't be forgiven." I had regained my composure, looking anywhere but his eyes. I was such a sucker for beautiful eyes.
"Can I at least know your name? Please?"
"What will it change? After today, you'll probably just leave and forget me, anyway. Names only make it easier."
"I'm staying. I'm singing at your dance, and in the meantime, I'm staying." I couldn't believe it.
"And this will stop you from finding some big breasted, fake face girl? Distracting, I'm sure." I could feel a mix of anger and sorrow pushing up.
"I won't."
"You will." My voice cracked, surprising even myself. His expression changed to worry, concern.
"Is that it? You're afraid that getting even somewhat close to me won't stick in my mind?"
"It's highly possible." My voice came out weak. All of me felt weak. I looked back up to his eyes. The biggest mistake I could've made. It only broke the rest of my heart. I didn't know why I cared so much, I just did.
"I'm sorry.. I won't forget you, I promise." He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around me. I caved, I no longer had the resistance I had started off with. I wanted to hug him back. So bad, did I want to hug him back, but I knew I had to be brave. I quickly pulled away before I could change my mind, sprinting off the stage. I pushed through the shocked crowd roughly, then burst through the doors, through the hallway, and outside.
Someone was calling my name, thundering after me. I only ran faster. I climbed the bleachers quickly, but the person behind me was faster. He caught me in his arms, spinning me around. I couldn't stop it anymore, I just burst into tears. Together, we slumped down, me in his lap, sobbing for no good reason, resting on his broad shoulder as he rocked back and forth, rubbing my back with one hand, the other hand in my hair, carefully playing with a curl.
*** I could only stand there, dumfounded for a moment before I ran after her. I shoved through the crowd. She had made it look so easy. It wasn't. When I had finally busted out of the crowd, I shoved the doors open, running down the hall, then outside. I looked all around, but there was no sign of her. I ran to the field, and there she was, crying. Crying in the quarterback's arms.
I stepped back, jealousy bubbling inside me. I turned, coming face to face with a camera. I was soon surrounded by questions and flashes. "Who is she?" "What'd you do?" "Why is she upset?" "What are you running from?"
"Enough!" I boomed, waving at the reporters and paparazzi, "Leave her alone!" I hardened, everyone going silent. "I don't know her name, and you don't need to. I'm a royal jerk, and she doesn't deserve your lies. Just. Go. Away." But they only pressed harder, hoping for a bigger outburst.
I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth. I inhaled, calming myself despite the flashing cameras and ongoing questions, "Please, I'll give you all whatever you want. Just don't bother her." The crowd went silent. But only for a moment.
"Alright," A female reporter spoke up, "Tell us what happened. That's what we want."
"Yeah!" Another cheered.
I sighed, "I offended her,"
"How?"
"With words." I looked directly at her. She wasn't satisfied.
"What'd you say?"
"I insulted her status, her personality, who she is. She's right to-"
"Alright, bugger off!" I closed my eyes again as Rodger came up, waving at the crowd, "I'll have all of you fired! Fired, you hear? Git!" He came up to me as they backed off, reluctantly, "That's it, kid. You've really done it. Done it, you hear me? You're coming back to L.A., and we're gonna continue this tour. We're moving on, to Arizona."
"What? When?" I stared at him in disbelief.
"Right now, Kid. Get in the car, I'm riding back with you." He glared at me, one hand on his hip, the other pointing at my car, "Get in," He growled.
I sighed, defeated. I took one last glance back at her, wrapped in the quarterback's arms. It pained me to leave, but I had no choice. It was what she wanted. "Alright, Rodger, I'm getting in the car." I trudged over, just now noticing the students pressed up against the windows. I shook my head, all my plans gone. Just like that, gone.
I opened the door, climbing in to the passenger side. Rodger held his hands up questionably. "I don't feel like driving." He shrugged, getting into the driver's side. He set his hands on the wheel, pulling out of the parking lot, and we left. So simply, we left.
*** I gazed after him, tears welling up. He lied, he was moving on, moving to forget me. To forget all of this. But wasn't that the best choice? Yet it was so hard to forget when it hurt so bad. I knew that this was one of the most important chapters of my life, a story that I'll be telling for a long time, but only over two days? I wanted more time.
If you had asked me why, I wouldn't know. I just didn't want him to leave, I didn't want him to forget me, and I never wanted to be so bitter. I would forget him, but it'd be impossible, between Lexi and the magazines, the television, just publicity alone.
I looked up to Nate, exasperated. He was staring off in the distance. He wasn't the best option, but he was the only. He had to be.
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