Walking down the streets of Hollywood was like reliving a nightmare. At almost every corner of the street, there was a celebrity that I had once been an assistant to. They were giving me strange looks, some of them even glared. Did they even remember me? Well, some of them did since they were glaring at me like I was the bad guy. I ignored them. I had too much on my mind and they were the last people I should be worrying about. Hollywood was a wreck.

The high class nonsense in this place controlled everyone and the fame brought them down even more. Every single person was all under the spell of this town. They all got the same bratty attitude and had this careless persona to make them famous. It was weird that I was still living here. Many bad memories lingered in this city with my family. They were the reason why I was in this position. They were all caught up in this microcosm of fakes and talkers. My father was a talent manager, my mother was a stage mom to my sister, and my sister…she was the aspiring actress. My parents wanted me to contribute to this business and since I didn't want to be an actress or a musician, I ended being a personal assistant. They lived in the swankiest part of this town: Beverly Hills.

I rebelled against living there since it was infested with snobs and rich people. I never wanted to be associated with that kind of crowd. My parents disapproved my thoughts towards this place and kicked me out of the house. I was 19 then. It sucked that I never got to see them often (with the exception of my sister), but I did see my dad every once in a while. I never actually approached him thought. I never saw my mom since she was too busy with my sister, Miranda. Miranda hated me for no particular reason. I wasn't a big fan of hers, either. I was pretty sure she didn't miss me. Although I did work within this business, I was not going to stoop so low in order to be noticed by that kind of crowd Miranda wanted to be in.

A crowd of paparazzi appeared in front of the café I was heading to. Judging by the designer wear and the wannabe rock star façade, it was probably the Jonas Brothers. I never lasted long with them. I couldn't stand listening to their music every night. They were my only clients who brought me on tour with them. The rest of them urged me to quit before they even started their tour, if they had one. Okay, so maybe they didn't urge me to quit, but the way they acted made me do it. I didn't last on that tour, however, and backed down on the second week since it got a little crazy on the bus. The Jonas Brothers weren't as innocent as their public image.

I avoided the crowd and walked inside the café in peace. I ordered a mocha latte and sat down by the window. I watched the cameras following every move of the boys as they struggled to get inside the vehicle. Their personal assistant was completely lost in the crowd. The brothers didn't notice since they drove off without her. I felt bad for her.

Staring at my beverage, I began to reflect on what happened today: Alex kissing me, Jack crashing into my car, Alex telling me that he loved me and reassuring that by throwing a guitar at a wall. Nice. I wouldn't be surprised if they went on an episode of Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew.

My phone began buzzing.

I checked the text message. It was Shaun, asking me where I was. That took him long enough to realize I was gone. I replied to him and told him to give me some time alone. He knew I needed this time alone, especially after all of this crap that just happened.

I wasn't really drinking my mocha latte. I just stared at it. I was stressing out too much. Too much chaos going on, it was almost uncontrollable. Strangely enough, I had a feeling that I was able to handle this. Maybe I could to this. Maybe.

"Hey," a voice answered to me.

I looked up and saw Rian's bright teeth shining down on me. "Hey," I replied flatly.

He took a seat across from me and folded his hands on the table. "Look, we are deeply sorry about what happened today. Jack was a little crazy and Alex…"

"…was a douche. I get it," I took a sip of my drink.

"Well, I wasn't going to say douche, but you got the point," he shrugged. "We explained to Shaun about everything that happened. "

"Everything?" I questioned.

"Not everything, it's not like we would tell him about Alex telling you that he loves you."

"About that, does he seriously think I would date him?"

Rian nodded. "I know Alex. He's determined to get what he wants and who he wants."

I sighed. "I don't think it's not a good idea for me to go on tour with you guys, especially with Alex and all," I paused. "Are you sure he means it when he said that?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if he wrote a song about you. I mean, he already dedicated a song to you," he recalled.

"Are you sure…"

"Yes," Rian replied sternly.

I leaned back on the chair and glanced out the window. The guys were waiting inside the car. I noticed Alex giving me weird signals. I didn't know what the hell he was doing, but whatever it was, it must be inappropriate. "The guys made you talk to me, huh?"

"They said you hated me the least," he explained.

"I thought so."

From the corner of my eye, I saw Alex coming out of the car. What kind of stupidity was he going to do this time?

Alex walked up to us and kneeled down in front of me. People were staring at us as they were expecting some kind of proposal. I hit his arm.

"Get up," I muttered under my breath.

Alex ignored my comment. "Mariz Cervantes," he held my hand. He gazed at me with a smile on his face. "Will you forgive me?"

I nodded my head furiously. "Yes, yes, just please stand up." I pulled his hand up.

Alex chuckled as he stood up and kissed my forehead. "Don't worry, I won't tell your boyfriend about us."

"Shut up, there's nothing…"

"Mariz?" Her voice burned my ears. I didn't want to look her way. I didn't want to see that face again.

She tapped on my shoulder. "Over here," she called. I turned around.

Demi Lovato was back in my life again, along with her minion, Miranda. This was definitely a living nightmare.