Demetria Lovato was your average 16 year old girl. Except she couldn't even walk in to a mall with out getting mobbed. But, Demi didn't mind she loved her fans. The only thing she hated was when people would act like her friends or fans just to get to her boyfriend Nick Jonas. That was the only thing she hated about being famous. Well, wait until one FRIEND gets out of hands and ruins Demi's reputation and life.

I sat in my room in my Los Angeles California home. People called my house a mansion which it was. It had 7 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, a living room, full out basement with a music room in it and a recording studio. I was reading a magazine when my phone started vibrating. "Hello?" I said in to the phone. "Hey Babe" the voice said. "Oh Hey Nick" I said still scanning through the "rag mag" "Oh My God Nick" I said stopping on a page with his picture on with the headline that said "NICK JONAS FAKES DIABETES". "Listen to what this magazine says: Nick Jonas, The youngest of the Jonas Brothers is faking diabetes. He said in a recent interview "That he only said he had them because he wanted to be noticed"." I read it to him. "What the Heck?" he said. "God I hate those freakin' magazines" he said. "Wanna come over babe?" I asked. "Yeah ill be there in about 5 minutes" he said. "Okay Love you bye" I said "Love you too bye" and we both hung up the phone. I love my life its amazing. I have a perfect boyfriend and wonderful friends. My life is amazing. I thought to myself as I laid back on to my bed. About five minutes later Nick was knocking at my bedroom door. I opened it and kissed him. "Hey baby" he said. I nodded. He sat down on my couch. "Let me see that magazine" he said and I threw it to him. His jaw dropped. I went over and looked at it. "Did you see what it said about you?"