A Girl's Diary

🅒🅗🅐🅟🅣🅔🅡 ⑧ - Another Queen Bitch

When someone acts like a jerk, it's genuine.

The jerk, Louis, I thought because he didn't upload that picture on any of his social media accounts that I was safe. But I got another thing coming. It was all over the news. So let tell you what I already knew, he was the one who sent it!

This photo would have been a normal one, but no! He had to sneak into a private area and the fool I was thought he wouldn't be trouble! I'm so frustrated, I could murder him with my bare hands.

I walked away to my car, which probably mom sent me so I could get home. I drove away and parked near the pizza place I love. I called Aurora hoping her angriness ebbed away. When Aurora was angry, which was frequent, it felt like a massacre!

With every beep before she answered, my heart raced. C'mon pick up. As if she heard me, she answered. Could I take that back?

"Elena. Explain."

"There's nothing to explain. It's just a picture with a fan."

"In a private area?" I didn't respond to that. I would have to tell her the whole story and I couldn't do that now, wouldn't want to dig a deeper grave. She sighed. "Are you sure he's just a fan?"

"Of course."

"Not your boyfriend?" This was one of those moments where you choke on whatever you're drinking and spit it out.

"Of course not. What the hell?" I denied and made sure my voice carried my disgust to the idea.

"Okay then." Wait that was it! "I will organize some public appearance, you'll deny everything there but right now, let's not talk to anyone about it."

"Consider it done."

"By the way, I wouldn't let go how he got there in the first place." She hung up. Looked like I wasn't out of trouble just yet. Better than nothing. Thank God she didn't ask about how the new album was going. Spoiler alert, I finished nothing!

I walked in and as always, I didn't even need to say what my order was. All I had to do was pay and then stuff my face with pizza. From the corner of my eyes, I could see a guy eating pizza at the faraway corner. His red hair reminded me of Ron, Cinnamon's guitar teacher. It was Aurora's suggestion to master the guitar and that guy was very talented. I never knew why he didn't make a job out of it. He'd be spectacular.

The guy turned around and he was Ron! Would it be obvious if I ran away now? Yes. The answer was yes! He got out of his seat, drink in hand and walked over. He was leaving, Elena. You didn't even look like Cinnamon. Your braids are nothing like Cinnamon's perfectly styled hair, your eyes weren't like her either, your- He glanced at me and then passed beside me. Phew! He whispered something to the waiter, paid and left.

Maybe it was time I left too. I started to get up when the waiter came to me with a drink.

"The guy bought you a drink. Do you know him?"

"Nope!"

"He comes here a lot, and he's hot, you should thank him later." He grinned widely handing me the drink. It was a passion fruit. My favourite!

"Don't call random guys hot, your boyfriend will be jealous."

"I'll make it up to him." He winked.

"I'm not hearing this, I'm outta here." I hurried out to my car, while he guffawed at my reaction.

That night in my bed, spread like a starfish and staring at the ceiling, I had one thought. 'What the heck is going on in my life?' When I finally woke up to go to school, I had a totally different thought. 'Why do I have to go to school when I already have a job?' I checked my phone and sure enough, I was late. Was I supposed to be surprised? At this point in my life, no.